The real daughter's life was stolen, and she was reborn and became the best in the capital

The moon was hanging high above the starry dome, and Ming Jin was lying on a lounge chair in the yard.

There are several osmanthus trees planted in the yard, and they smell very pleasant.

It blows over with the wind, refreshing.

Although the summer is hot and humid.

But it was still cool at night with wind.

Mingjin held a round fan in his hand and waved it slowly.

The recliner under me swayed slowly with my body, accompanied by the croaking of frogs and the chirping of cicadas coming from somewhere in the distance, as well as the sound of spring rain teaching Hua Sui in the house far away. It was a nice and interesting summer scene.

"Miss, do you want maids to serve you?" The sound of spring rain came from the distant window.

Ming Jin refused with a smile without even opening his eyes: "No need."

"Teach Hua Sui well. After that, I'll have someone prepare a midnight snack."

There was a burst of laughter coming from inside, and along with the laughter, no one came to disturb Mingjin.

Mingjin continued to lie there.

She hadn't been so leisurely for a long time, and it was so leisurely that she even felt a little sleepy.

She just followed her own wishes, closed her eyes, and let the recliner beneath her sway.

No one dared to disturb her.

Chunyu and Huasui were both inside. The other maids had not yet become familiar with her, but they had seen her methods and her current status in the mansion, so naturally, they were all very honest and obedient.

The yard was quiet, with only the sounds of frogs croaking and cicadas chirping, except for the occasional sounds of spring rain and the passing of time coming from the house not far away.

Mingjin just felt that lying like this made his body and mind become much more relaxed.

She also felt that it was a wise decision not to go to dinner with Zhou Zhaoru and the others today.

If she were to eat with them, she would definitely not be so relaxed and happy now.

Let’s see what we can do tomorrow.

Mingjin thought to himself.

It’s a pity that her grandmother hasn’t come back yet. If she were waiting for her grandmother to come back, why would she need to think about all this?

She must be pestering her grandmother every day.

Suddenly she heard the sound of footsteps coming from outside. She was too lazy to open her eyes and continued to lie leisurely on the rattan chair.

As his body swayed, he shook the round fan in his hand from time to time, and even beat the rhythm slowly to the music in his heart.

Until a maid's voice came from not far away, "Prince."

"Well, you girls..."

When Ming Jin heard Ming Jingheng's voice, the relaxed smile on his face unconsciously faded a lot.

She didn't speak, nor did she open her eyes, but the round fan in her hand stopped waving, and she stopped humming the tune in her heart.

And Ming Jingheng over there had obviously already seen Ming Jin.

"never mind."

After he said this casually, he walked towards Mingjin with a smile.

But seeing Ming Jin closing his eyes, looking as if he wasn't sure whether he was asleep or not, Ming Jingheng didn't know how to start talking for a moment.

The maid serving behind her hesitated and wanted to wake Mingjin up.

Ming Jingheng stopped him.

Ming Jingheng waved his hand to let the maid go, and sent Chunyu and Huasui who came out from inside away, telling them to do what they were supposed to do.

He moved a chair and placed it next to Mingjin.

Just when he was about to sit next to Mingjin and take a good look at his younger sister who had just returned home, he saw a pair of clear and bright black eyes looking at him.

Ming Jingheng was still holding a chair in his hand. When he saw this situation, he didn't know whether to put it down or what to do.

"Wake you up?"

Ming Jingheng tried to lower his voice as much as possible and spoke to Ming Jin in a gentle voice.

As he spoke, he put down the chair in his hand and looked at Ming Jin with a warm face.

Ming Jin was still lying on the rattan chair and did not stand up to greet Ming Jingheng.

The round fan in his hand began to wave gently again.

Unlike the gentle smile on Ming Jingheng's face, Ming Jin's expression was still very cold, much colder than before Ming Jingheng came.

"I wasn't asleep at all."

Ming Jingheng was stunned by this sentence.

After realizing what she meant, Ming Jingheng did not feel angry at all. Instead, he looked at Ming Jin, whose face was cold, and smiled indulgently.

He thought Mingjin was still angry with him and acting like a spoiled brat.

Because of this, Ming Jingheng felt that his sister, whom he had not seen for ten years, had become much closer.

It was as if they had never been apart in the past ten years.

They were always together, and her sister was like all girls, she would cry, make a fuss, and act like a spoiled child to people close to her.

"Little sister."

He spoke softly to Mingjin.

But as soon as he started talking, Ming Jin frowned slightly.

A glance at Ming Jingheng's gentle and tolerant eyes made Ming Jin feel even more nauseous.

The food was delicious at night and Mingjin ate a lot.

But at this moment, she really felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, which made it impossible for her to continue lying like this, being looked down upon by Ming Jingheng.

She sat up.

Because the noise was so loud, the words Ming Jingheng originally wanted to say suddenly got stuck in his throat.

But he still asked in a good-tempered manner: "Little sister, what's wrong?"

Ming Jin looked at him and said word by word: "My name is Ming Jin."

Ming Jingheng was stunned.

He was a little slow to react, as if he didn't understand what Ming Jin said. He looked at Ming Jin and replied, "I know."

"I know you changed your name."

But he still didn't understand what his little sister meant by suddenly saying this.

Should she tell him her new name?

Just as I was about to ask, I heard the little sister in front of me say: "You can just call me by my name, or you can call me according to my ranking in the family."

"I don't like to be called little sister."

Such a straightforward and direct statement finally made Ming Jingheng react.

His face suddenly turned pale.

But it was only for a moment, and he looked at Ming Jin helplessly and sighed: "Little sister..." Just as he called out the familiar name, he saw the cold eyes of the girl opposite him looking at him.

Ming Jingheng could sense her displeasure.

In the end, he didn't dare to make her angry again, so he kept silent.

But Ming Jingheng didn't like the two choices his younger sister gave him, and he didn't want to call her that. After hesitating for a long time, he finally called Ming Jin by her nickname: "Yan Yan."

Ming Jin glanced at him, ignored him, and got off the recliner by holding the armrest.

Regardless of Ming Jingheng still behind her, she walked into the house on her own, without paying any attention to the servants in the yard, who were looking at them with pale faces.

"Small……"

Watching his younger sister leave, Ming Jingheng subconsciously wanted to call her by her old name again, but when he realized that his younger sister didn't like it, he quickly changed his words and said, "Yanyan!"

He shouted and followed him in.

Chunyu and Huasui in the room stopped studying. They had just seen the situation outside through the window. Now they were standing aside hesitantly and shocked, as if they wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

Mingjin ignored them.

Ming Jingheng, who followed in, didn't pay attention to others.

He looked at the bright and beautiful girl sitting on a chair drinking tea, her face still cold and beautiful as she turned towards him.

Up to this moment, Ming Jingheng still naively believed that his little sister was just angry and upset with him.

He simply doesn't know and can't possibly know.

The girl beside him at this moment was not Mingyao who thought about them day and night and looked forward to meeting them.

When they chose Mingyao and gave up on her, when she was hurt and blamed by them time and time again, there no longer was and could not be a place for them in her heart.

"Yanyan, I know you are angry with me." Ming Jingheng stood aside and apologized to Ming Jin.

"My brother didn't do a good job on the matter of Frosted Hawthorn."

"Brother will buy it for you tomorrow, okay?"

"If you want something else, I'll buy it for you. Don't be angry with me, okay?"

If it were any other woman, she probably wouldn't be able to bear to see Ming Jingheng apologize in such a humble manner.

He is the dream lover of the noble ladies in the capital.

Who would bear to see him like this?

I'm afraid that if Ming Jingheng spoke a little more quietly, no matter how angry they were, they would calm down.

But Mingjin is not them.

No matter how gentle and considerate Ren Mingjingheng was, she still had the same expression.

She was just a little annoyed.

I am annoyed by Ming Jingheng's nonsense and his self-righteousness.

"Did you misunderstand?" Ming Jin put down the teacup in his hand and turned to look at Ming Jingheng.

Under Ming Jingheng's confused gaze, Ming Jin looked at him and said, "I'm not angry with you."

"I don't like eating hawthorn anymore."

Ming Jingheng was puzzled: "Then you..."

"Then why did I treat you like this?" Ming Jin took over Ming Jingheng's words.

"Is it strange that I treat you this way?" Ming Jin asked with a smile.

But her smile never reached her eyes.

She looked at Ming Jingheng coldly, even mockingly, and then, under his confused gaze, she finished her words bit by bit: "Or do you think that I must be respectful and gentle to you? Only then can I be your sister, right?"

The more Ming Jingheng listened to Ming Jin's words, the more frightened he became, and his face became paler and paler.

It was not until he heard the second half of the sentence that he suddenly reacted and said to Ming Jin: "No, no!"

He was rarely so urgent.

At this moment, he didn't care about anything else. Fearing that his little sister would misunderstand him, he immediately refuted.

"I didn't think so. I..."

He looked at Ming Jin and opened his mouth to explain something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He stood there with a dull look in his eyes.

Where is the smiling face from before?

Looking at the little sister who seemed familiar but had become a stranger beside him, Ming Jingheng couldn't say a word of what he had to say.

Finally, I heard the frightened spring rain bring me hot tea, breaking the stiff atmosphere.

"Prince, have some tea first."

Her hands were shaking as she held the teacup, the palm trees smacked against each other, and the tea lid hit the tea wall.

I hope the girl will stop talking.

Ming Jin didn't say that Ming Jingheng was not allowed to drink tea.

She was just fed up with Ming Jingheng's appearance.

In her previous life, she was hurt so badly time and time again because of Ming Jingheng's gentleness.

Compared with Ming Yuandu and Zhou Zhaoru, Ming Jingheng was even more unbearable to her.

She could flatter Ming Yuandu and Zhou Zhaoru, but she couldn't put on a good face to Ming Jingheng.

She doesn't care about the love between brother and sister.

After being interrupted by Chunyu, Ming Jingheng felt a little better. He thanked Chunyu softly, his voice hoarse.

He continued to look at the little sister beside him.

He opened his mouth several times to speak, but looking at his little sister's cold and beautiful face, he couldn't utter a word.

He sat opposite Mingjin.

Holding the cup of tea in his hand, Ming Jingheng took a sip. After he had calmed down his troubled heart a little, Ming Jingheng seemed to have mustered up the courage to look at Ming Jin again.

"Yanyan, you are blaming us."

Ming Jin was speechless.

Ming Jingheng didn't need her to speak at this moment. Looking at the scar on her neck, his eyes seemed to be stabbed again. With a hoarse voice, he continued to speak on his own: "...You really should blame us."

"I……"

He tried to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

But he really had a good-looking face, and his decadent look with his head down and eyes cast aside not only did not detract from his looks, but made people feel even more pitiful for him.

Ming Jin, however, wanted to sneer even more after seeing this.

It will always be like this.

Obviously, she was the one who was injured, but every time Ming Jingheng or Ming Yao looked like this, it seemed as if she was the one who did something wrong.

Then everyone started to think that she was selfish and petty.

I feel like she has no empathy or compassion at all.

So as long as you show weakness and look pitiful, you can win everyone's care?

Do people who pretend to be strong deserve to be scolded and abandoned?

What a ridiculous truth.