Chapter 2
Qin Yuanhang didn’t like my mom, and he liked me even less.
On the drive from the village, I heard him complaining to the driver.
Turns out my mom was a mistake from his youth.
He said if it weren’t for her being young, pretty, and easy to control back then, he never would have gotten involved.
Who knew she’d be so scheming—running away after finding out she was pregnant.
From his words, I learned he had a virtuous wife.
A daughter pampered like a little princess.
And a son with leukemia.
If not for his son needing a bone marrow transplant, he never would have brought me to the Qin family.
As he talked, he fell asleep.
The car was spacious, but I felt cramped and suffocated.
I don’t know how long we drove before stopping in front of a beautiful house.
“Slap—”
Before I could even see clearly after getting out, I was slapped across the face.
My legs, numb from sitting so long, gave way, and I fell to the ground.
My cheek burned with pain.
“Ziyao, what are you doing?”
Facing the man’s question, the girl pouted, “Dad, don’t you love me anymore!”
Qin Yuanhang sighed: “Nonsense, I was just worried you’d hurt your hand.”
The girl looked pleased. She linked arms with Qin Yuanhang, looking down at me arrogantly.
“Touching her would dirty my hand. Dad, it’s her first day here and she’s already upsetting me. Make her kneel in the prayer room to pray for Brother, okay?”
Qin Yuanhang glanced at me and indulgently ruffled Qin Ziyao’s hair.
“You little rascal, whatever you say.”
As they turned to leave, Qin Ziyao’s shimmering little dress was dazzling and eye-catching.
It was a fabric I’d never seen before.
That day, I knelt for a full five hours.
Late into the night, I met Madam Qin, He Shu.
She was well-maintained, but her face held an unshakable sorrow.
She barely glanced at me before having the nanny take me away.
I was placed in the nanny’s room.
Sharing a room with Aunt Liu, who had brought me from the village.
Aunt Liu gave me a bowl of rice.
The rice was dry, with two cold pieces of braised pork on the side.
The braised pork was greasy in my mouth.
But I smiled sweetly: “Thank you, Auntie, it’s delicious.”
She glanced at me without a word.
I knew everyone here disliked me.
But to survive here, I had to change their views of me.
A few days later, I met the brother lying in the hospital bed.
His pale face looked like it could shatter at any moment.
When he saw me, there was no joy or anger.
Hearing I was his donor, his eyelashes fluttered.