A Gilded Cage of Love - Chapter 22

Under Jiang Qin’s strong intervention, they were escorted to the police station.

Ruan Zongyao had a relapse, and only then did I realize that he was addicted to drugs.

He had sold our old family house, forced our parents to go out and work, and they almost had to sell their kidneys and blood to survive.

This was the good son they relied on to carry on the family line.

Just then, a short video filmed downstairs at Jiang Corporation was maliciously posted online and began to spread.

The video only kept the first half, not the second.

Everyone thought I had stolen my younger brother’s chance to go to school, ignored my aging parents, and was living a carefree and happy life on my own.

For a while, Jiang Qin’s name trended several times on the hot search.

This grand drama of a wealthy family mixed with ethics was quite spectacular, and netizens commented that they had never seen anything like it.

My personal information was also dug up by others.

I sighed and called Teacher Zhou first.

“Yaoyao…”

“Auntie Zhou, I’m sorry, I lied to you.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay…”

On the other end, Auntie Zhou was sobbing uncontrollably: “As long as you’re alive, as long as you’re alive, Auntie Zhou understands.”

Gu Chao took the phone: “Sister Ruan, as long as you’re okay, as long as you’re alive… We’ve seen all the news online. Don’t worry, we can help you too.”

At first, I didn’t know how they could help.

But half a day later, I found out.

Auntie Zhou handwrote a letter and asked Gu Chao to post it online.

This letter recorded how Auntie Zhou saw me, and the things we had been through together.

Not only her, but many teachers and classmates from my middle school days also stood up.

All because the impression I left on them was simply too deep.

My grades were excellent, I was poorly clothed and poorly fed, and I was hardworking enough.

Looking at Auntie Zhou’s handwriting, I cried several times.

I took a deep breath and told myself I had to be brave too.

Using my author’s account, I wrote out all my experiences.

In the end, I wrote:

[Is it true that a girl can only escape her original family through death?

[I don’t want to die young.

[I don’t want to become Zhaodi, Pandi, Yindi, or the despised younger sister.

[I don’t want to be anyone’s tool for wishing for a son, nor anyone’s nourishment for growth.

[I just want to be myself.

[I want to be worthy of happiness too.]

After posting on Weibo, many people were amazed to learn that the author was actually Jiang Qin’s wife, and that she had such an almost legendary life experience.

Some readers remembered the book I hadn’t finished updating.

[“Those Years Related to You” is about the author and Jiang Qin, right? Will the author finish it?]

I replied: [I will.]

Some questioned: [What’s all this about working hard to leave your original family? In the end, you still relied on a man.]

Jiang Qin, surfing the web at 5G speed, replied quickly: [She could live well even without me. We’re together simply because we like each other. Yes, now we also have a child.]

Someone even posted the photo of us at Universal Studios that day.

[I took this photo because their family looked so good together, so well-matched. I never thought I’d capture the center of all this gossip-shocking!]

[But the woman looks so happy now, you really can’t tell she’s suffered so much before.]

[Now it’s finally happiness after all the hardship.]

I opened the photo and saw a woman smiling gently, a little boy clinging to her leg, acting cute.

The man stood to the side, his eyes full of laughter.

Someone replied below: [Love makes people whole.]

Those who believe in love, perhaps fate really is fair enough.

Because you believe, you are lucky.