Even at this point, He Wanqiong still firmly believed in Han Feng’s so-called love for her and the mother-daughter bond between her and her daughter, Han Siyu.
He Wanqiong had always thought that Han Siyu was the fruit of her love with Han Feng, but also a mark of shame for her ex-husband, Mr. Han, who had been cuckolded—let alone the fact that the man had since remarried.
Putting herself in their shoes, if she were Mr. Han or his current wife, how could they possibly treat Han Siyu well? Even if they didn’t show it openly, who knew what they might do to the child behind closed doors!
Thus, her decision to seek out her daughter now was entirely for Han Siyu’s sake—to free the child, the embodiment of her love with Han Feng, from the “cage” she was trapped in and bring her into a happier, more loving family. It wasn’t driven by any selfish desires.
Yes, that was it. She was only thinking of her daughter’s well-being. Nothing more, nothing else!
Besides, what kind of life could Han Siyu possibly have with Mr. Han? The living conditions there were terrible, and she herself had been miserable during her time there. Only Han Feng, with his power and influence, could offer them both a good life and true happiness.
With these thoughts in mind, He Wanqiong left her wealthy patron, taking the generous severance he provided, and returned to the city she had once abandoned. Avoiding prying eyes, she secretly reconnected with her daughter, Han Siyu.
This wasn’t an easy task, but He Wanqiong was determined. To reunite with her daughter and bring her back to the warm, happy home she shared with Han Feng—the man she truly loved—she stooped to compromising herself with a shareholder of Han Siyu’s school. Through this unspeakable arrangement, she was quietly installed as a janitor at the school, a role she performed half-heartedly.
And so, He Wanqiong and Han Siyu “coincidentally” crossed paths.
He Wanqiong had feared Han Siyu might have forgotten her, but reality delivered a delightful surprise—when Mr. Han discovered her affair with Han Feng and they divorced, Han Siyu was already old enough to remember. She still recognized He Wanqiong as her mother. Their reunion couldn’t have gone smoother.
From then on, the two met secretly, away from prying eyes, and He Wanqiong began indoctrinating Han Siyu with her own twisted beliefs.
Perhaps blood truly ran thick, because Han Siyu turned out to be just like her mother. Soon, she became a carbon copy of He Wanqiong—daydreaming endlessly, her academic performance plummeting, unwilling to put in hard work, and obsessed with reaping rewards without effort. By the time Mr. Han and his wife noticed the changes in Han Siyu’s mindset, it was too late.
He Wanqiong had filled Han Siyu’s head with poisonous ideas: “A stepmother means a stepfather,” “Your stepmother and stepfather will never truly love or care for you,” “No one can know we’ve reunited, or what I’ve taught you—otherwise, they’ll send you far away where you’ll never return,” “This is our little secret, and no third person must ever find out.”
Under He Wanqiong’s influence, Han Siyu became adept at hiding the truth, leaving Mr. Han and his wife completely in the dark. It wasn’t until Han Siyu’s behavior became too glaring to ignore that they finally uncovered her connection with He Wanqiong. But by then, correcting Han Siyu’s warped mindset was impossible.
Time had passed, and the poison had sunk too deep. No matter what Mr. Han, his wife, or anyone else said, Han Siyu refused to listen, convinced they were all lying to her, trying to deceive her and steal what was rightfully hers.
The rift between Han Siyu and her family grew irreparable. Eventually, she failed her college entrance exams and, dreaming of becoming a glamorous, adored celebrity, stole money from home and ran away to chase stardom.
Mr. Han and his wife, utterly disillusioned, washed their hands of her. Whether Han Siyu thrived or suffered, it no longer concerned them.
While Mr. Han disapproved of Han Siyu’s actions, He Wanqiong fully supported them. They plotted that once Han Siyu became a famous star and secured a wealthy, handsome partner, they would approach Han Feng with greater leverage, increasing their chances of success.
Later, the mother-daughter duo set their sights on Li Hui, scheming to make him Han Siyu’s boyfriend.
Initially unaware of Li Hui’s background, He Wanqiong’s investigations hinted at his extraordinary connections. Through careful manipulation, they succeeded in making Li Hui agree to date Han Siyu.
At the start of their relationship, Han Siyu was ecstatic, fantasizing about Li Hui’s influence propelling her to stardom—first nationally, then globally. She dreamed of becoming the most dazzling star, then returning with Li Hui and her beloved mother to reunite with her biological father, Han Feng, and live happily ever after.
As for Han Feng’s current wife and children? In her mind, they were nothing but the miserable byproducts of a loveless marriage. Only Han Feng and He Wanqiong’s union, born of true love, was legitimate and blessed.
But reality diverged sharply from their expectations. Li Hui left his family to forge his own path, step by step, and worse—he expected Han Siyu to do the same. The hardship disgusted both mother and daughter. If Li Hui couldn’t effortlessly elevate Han Siyu to fame, what was the point of their elaborate scheme?
To them, Li Hui had outlived his usefulness. It was time to discard him.
What followed needs little elaboration. Han Siyu ended up in a psychiatric hospital, crushed under the weight of the Qin and Han families’ influence, her dreams of stardom obliterated. He Wanqiong, seeking out her “true love” Han Feng, was instead crushed by him, left to waste her youth in the red-light district until she died at the hands of an abusive client.
Until her last breath, He Wanqiong clung to the dreams of her youth—but they remained just that: dreams.
As for Han Siyu, she spent the rest of her life lost in delusions, unable to distinguish fantasy from reality, until death claimed her in the depths of her madness.
Later, Lu Hanling—who had since built a happy life with Li Hui and watched him rise from a minor actor to an award-winning star—stumbled upon the aftermath of Han Siyu and He Wanqiong’s story. He promptly shared it with his close friend, Chu Yan.
Now mature and deeply in love with Xu Yi’an, Chu Yan couldn’t help but sigh at the tragic tale. Lu Hanling, however, seethed: “That mother-daughter pair shamelessly schemed against my Ah Hui. Their fate was too kind!”
Chu Yan shook his head. “If He Wanqiong’s parents had taken her for treatment early on, perhaps things wouldn’t have ended this way.” Too ashamed to acknowledge their daughter’s issues, they had allowed the situation to spiral out of control, leading to this tragic outcome.
Lu Hanling opened his mouth to respond but winced as a twinge in his lower back stiffened his entire body. Rubbing the sore spot awkwardly, he swallowed his words.
Ah, the woes of love. Back when he’d pursued Li Hui, Lu Hanling had assumed he’d be the dominant one. Reality, however, had laughed in his face. The memory alone made him want to howl in frustration.
Noticing Lu Hanling’s discomfort, Chu Yan—perhaps due to psychological association—suddenly felt an odd ache in his own lower body.
The two men exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them.
But their shared moment didn’t escape the notice of their partners. Xu Yi’an and Li Hui, two seasoned veterans of jealousy, immediately swept in, each pulling their respective lover into a possessive embrace.
Li Hui gently massaged Lu Hanling’s waist, his smile deceptively mild. “Ah Ling, are you uncomfortable? Let me give you a proper massage tonight, hmm?”
Lu Hanling’s entire body locked up, his expression frozen. Internally, he screamed: *Let you “massage” me? My waist would be ruined for days!*
But outwardly? He didn’t dare refuse. The once-bold, fearless Lu Hanling had met his match in Li Hui’s cunning, smiling tyranny. Against him, Lu Hanling could only… surrender.
Forcing an awkward grin, he stammered, “Haha, Ah Hui, I-I’m actually fine! Really, no need—”
A single raised eyebrow from Li Hui silenced him instantly.
“Then… I’ll trouble you, Ah Hui,” Lu Hanling conceded, inwardly weeping an ocean of bitter tears.
Delighted by his “enthusiastic” agreement, Li Hui cheerfully whisked his beloved away for some quality couple time.
Watching them leave, the now-mature Xu Yi’an smirked before planting a kiss on Chu Yan’s cheek. “They’re gone. So, my dear Yan Yan, how about we head home for some sweet, loving time of our own? Hmm~?”
Thank you, little angel 32193547, for the landmine (づ￣3￣)づ╭❤️～
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