442: Tang Jia San Shao officially breaks off relations with the fake daughter?!

5 minutes ago.

Inside the Tang Family's villa, on the second floor.

After the Tang Family's siblings reconciled, Tang Chuan slipped his sister a seven-figure bank card, considering it a small compensation for her.

At first, Tang Ling adamantly refused. She had never seen so much money and didn't dare to accept it.

But Tang Chuan insisted on giving it, and after much persuasion, Tang Ling reluctantly accepted it...

"Alright! Xiao Ling, you should rest early! Good night!"

"Third Young Master, good night! Thank you for the pocket money!"

Tang Chuan got up to leave, and the siblings waved goodbye to each other at the door.

Click!

As the door closed again, Tang Chuan whistled, walking back in a good mood.

"Why were you in Ling Jie Jie's room for so long?"

Suddenly, a resentful female voice came faintly.

Tang Chuan frowned slightly, turned his head to look in the direction of the voice, and saw Tang Rou standing in front of his door with her arms crossed, looking at him unhappily.

"Third Young Master, don't you know that I haven't eaten anything all day?"

Tang Rou's tone was sharp, carrying an uncontrollable hint of anger, giving off a feeling of demanding an explanation.

She was truly about to explode!

Originally, she thought Tang Chuan entering that little bitch's room was to get justice for her.

But the more she eavesdropped, the more something felt off. There were only faint sounds of laughter and joy from the room, nothing like the "siblings turning against each other" drama she had imagined.

This meant... Tang Chuan really went to make that woman happy? Even ignoring her, who was starving? And even personally delivered fruit to that woman???

Thinking of this, Tang Rou felt her lungs were about to burst from anger, and jealousy almost drove her mad.

Why?

Why on earth?!

Among the six older siblings in the family, Third Young Master was clearly the one who doted on her the most. Anyone could betray her.

But that person could never be Third Young Master!

If it were before, Tang Rou would have firmly believed this point!

But now, her belief was completely shattered.

After all, the cruel facts were right in front of her. She couldn't help but believe it... Third Young Master not only chatted and laughed with Tang Ling, wished her good night, but even gave her a seven-figure bank card, a treatment she had never received...

Tang Rou couldn't understand.

She couldn't figure out why, in just a few short days... First, Dad Tang and Mom Tang, and now even Tang Chuan, had started to distance himself from her and get closer to that woman?!

Why?!

This is unscientific! What magical means did Tang Ling use?!

Tang Rou was frantic. She wasn't afraid to contend with the True Qianjin and was confident in countering every move.

But now... she didn't even know what methods the other party was using. She only knew that inexplicably... Dad Tang, Mom Tang, and the others suddenly seemed hypnotized, their attitudes towards her changed drastically, and they turned to get close to that little bitch Tang Ling!

This feeling of powerlessness to turn the tide of battle made Tang Rou so frustrated she wanted to vomit.

"If you're hungry, can't you go downstairs and find something to eat yourself?"

"You have hands and feet, do you expect me or Dad, or Mother to personally bring it up to you?"

"It seems we spoiled you too much in the past. We really have pampered you rotten."

Ignoring Tang Rou's unpredictable expression, Tang Chuan's face was cold and indifferent.

Recalling those thoughtless "doting on sister" days, Tang Chuan really wanted to slap himself twice. How could he have been so blind back then, completely failing to see through the green tea girl's tricks?

Listening to Tang Chuan's merciless words, Tang Rou was dumbfounded.

Was this really the Third Young Master who used to speak to her gently?

Normally, he would always show concern for her, afraid that she might get hurt somewhere.

But now, even though she clearly stated she had been starving all day, Third Young Master was indifferent and unceremoniously reprimanded her...

"Also, how long I stay in Xiao Ling's room, what does that have to do with you?"

"Xiao Ling has finally returned to the Tang Family. Can't we strengthen our sibling bond? What do you have to be jealous of?"

Facing Tang Rou's pitiful expression, Tang Chuan did not, as usual, step forward to comfort her gently. He just gave her a cold glance and turned to leave.

He was now increasingly disgusted by such delicate and "tearful" tactics.

Whether it was Wu Mengmeng or Tang Rou, these scheming girls only knew how to cry and play the victim in front of men, pretending to be pitiful.

So annoying!

On the other side.

Tang Rou, whose inner thoughts had been exposed, stiffened, then quickly reacted, stepping forward to grab Tang Chuan, putting on a worried expression.

"Third Young Master, don't be angry!"

"It's not what you think. I was worried something happened to you because you were in there for so long!"

Hearing this.

Tang Chuan's steps paused, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his tone became even colder:

"Something happened? What could happen?"

"You should know, Xiao Ling is my biological sister. How could she possibly harm me?"

"Have I spoiled you too much in the past? You actually took the opportunity to sow discord between us, true siblings? Hmph!"

Under Tang Chuan's fierce gaze, Tang Rou flinched and instinctively took a few steps back.

She had never seen such a cold side of Third Young Master.

That usually gentle face was now showing such icy anger towards her.

And all of this stemmed from the appearance of that Tang Ling... Just a few days ago, Tang Chuan was still assuring her, saying he would help her teach Tang Ling a good lesson, swearing that he only had one sister?!

How did he change his face so quickly and acknowledge Tang Ling as his biological sister?

This speed of changing faces was faster than flipping a book!

Tang Rou gritted her teeth, instinctively lowered her head, and, using her old trick, her eyes reddened, employing a tactic that had always worked—sobbing.

But deep in her eyes, a hidden malice flickered.

When she looked up again, her eyes were already filled with small pearls, crystal clear, as if they could fall at any moment.

"Third Young Master, how can you misunderstand me so much?"

Tang Rou's voice was tinged with a sob, as if she had suffered a great grievance.

"I'm just too scared, worried that you'll be snatched away by that new 'sister'...

"I don't want to lose you, Third Young Master. Wuwuwu..."

Tang Rou's voice grew softer and softer, tears falling like broken pearls, each drop seemingly narrating her innocence and grievance.