C4

"I will announce it when the board meets in the morning."

Zhuo Minghui shook his head helplessly, but he still looked very happy.

"I'll be waiting for you at the company. I hope you won't be late."

After breakfast, Zhuo WeiTing didn't forget to remind his father before he left.

"Aunt Gui, when the Young Mistress gets up today, can you help her boil a pot of sweet water? Also, bring her around the house to get familiar with her."

Zhuo Minghui explained to the servant before he left.

"So painful …"

Zi Yan slightly opened her eyes, wanting to flip over, but found her body as uncomfortable as being run over by a car.

Looking at the unfamiliar room, Zi Yan inexplicably panicked. Closing her eyes, tightly grabbing onto the blanket, some images flashed through her mind.

That day, when she returned home from school, she found a familiar black car parked outside Ah mama's house. The license plate number of the AG-688 made her tremble uncontrollably.

She tried to run, but before she could, she was held by the arm, and then her mind rumbled.

The sister who was supposed to be her relative pulled her into the car.

She saw Grandma cry, saw Grandma run after the car for a long time.

Having been brought back to her nightmares, she was locked in her room by Song Laidi. She was very, very scared at the time.

"Third sister, let me out! Let me out! I don't want to get married! I don't want to get married …"

Zi Yan slammed the door and shouted.

She was only nineteen. She didn't want to marry, so why did she have to be forced? They were sisters.

"Sister, don't be like this. Actually, this is what you should be doing."

The door opened and Song Laidi, dressed in a bright red sling and a tight cowboy, came in with lunch in her hand.

"Third sister, I beg of you, let me go back. I'm not even twenty years old yet, so I can't get married."

Song Ziyan implored elder sister, she did not want to get married, she just wanted to be with Ah Ma.

"Don't be silly, getting married isn't important. The most important thing is to give birth to a son for the Zhuo Family. If you didn't have him, then you wouldn't be here."

Song Laidi placed the dishes on the table, pulled up Zi Yan and explained.

"I don't want it. I'm not his daughter anymore."

Zi Yan shook her head, she had already returned her life to them, she was no longer their daughter.

"Hoh, so what if you say it is? Then don't be surnamed Song! As long as you're alive, you will not be able to change the fact that you're Song Qianshan's daughter."

Song Laidi spat at her sister in disdain. In the Song Family, number four was unnecessary. She was supposed to be a boy, but as a girl, she was destined to be a sacrifice.

"Third sister, are you done yet? No matter what, she is still our little sister."

The door was opened again by a dignified looking girl, but her eyes were even more emotionless than Song Laidi's.

"Eldest young mistress, since you pity her, then you will marry her. You are twenty years old, just right for that cold-blooded young master."

Song Laidi mocked.

"Get out, get out right now."

Song Zihan pointed at Old Third and said coldly.

"Fine, but listen carefully. If you let number four go, you can marry him. I won't marry that cold-blooded young master anyway."

Song Laidi shook his leg and warned his elder sister.

"Kill me, I won't marry."

Looking at this big sister who looked very similar to the woman in the nightmare, Zi Yan did not make any noise nor did she make any noise.