CHAPTER 487: 452 THAT IS HER PRINCE, HER WHITE HORSE PRINCE (4000 CHARACTERS)_2

This sister, three years older than herself, had been unimpressive to her from the very first glance.

She wasn’t as pretty, and somehow, she just exuded a rustic aura from head to toe.

But... she was indeed adorable, mischievous in character, yet kind-hearted.

Miu Lerong had long advised her to get along with Song Lili, so she often stuck close behind Song Lili.

She had stayed in Anlin for two months, initially resisting everything about this new home, especially her and her mother.

Yet later on, there was a noticeable softening.

In the process of disliking her, she was gradually attracted by her warm and kind character.

However...

Her mother only wanted her to maintain a superficially good relationship with Song Lili, not actually to become real sisters.

The reason behind this... to this day, she still couldn’t quite understand it.

But right after her mother reminded her that Song Lili would always be her enemy, Song Lili truly became her enemy. She reverted to being indifferent and resistant, no matter how much she tried to bond.

She had a temper too, and after too long of pressing her warm face to Song Lili’s cold backside, she lost interest.

So... she only played the role of a nice sister when others were around, which became the mutual understanding between her and Song Lili.

Song Lili didn’t care about her pretense, always maintaining a detached demeanor.

"My home is in Ruicheng Military District."

This was the phrase she said most often to Song Jiayu.

Her entire family had moved to Anlin, but Song Lili refused to come. Stubbornly, she returned to Ruicheng to live alone, just like before.

Song Xiangqiao didn’t know what Song Jiayu was thinking...

It might have been related to the time when her pregnant mother was by Song Jiayu’s side, whispering sweet nothings...

He actually agreed to let Song Lili go back to Ruicheng alone, still having Lili’s aunt look after her.

Every month Song Jiayu gave the aunt a generous allowance and regularly sent money to Song Lili...

In her mother’s words, this was a mutually respectful and win-win approach.

Song Xiangqiao had grown up under Miu Lerong’s influence; she truly adored her mother, able to openly drive out her stepfather’s biological daughter and still earn a reputation as a wise and understanding wife in front of her stepfather.

Having made this decision and informed Song Lili, she was very cheerful,

"This is very good."

But no matter how cheerful Song Lili appeared, Song Xiangqiao still felt that she must be extremely upset inside; after all, she was only ten years old that year.

Miu Lerong told her,

"Just let Song Lili go back, this child will surely be ruined. Without Song Lili, everything your stepfather gains in the future will belong to you and your brother."

Since then, Song Xiangqiao looked at Song Lili with a gaze filled with sympathy.

Even if she was Song Jiayu’s biological daughter, what difference did it make? Her fate was no different from that of an orphan.

But... on the day of her mother and Song Jiayu’s wedding, her and Miu Lerong’s thoughts changed.

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At that time, the stepfather was just a low-ranking municipal officer in Anlin.

However, her mother’s family was powerful in Anlin, one of the leading families. The stepfather and Prime Minister Wen Chou were old comrades, and on the wedding day, Wen Chou was in attendance...

So the wedding ceremony of her mother and stepfather was quite grand.

That day, I was dressed in a custom-made princess gown, nearly becoming the center of attention at the event.

Everyone complimented my beauty.

Being strict with me since I was three, and social etiquette had been a mandatory lesson since I could understand reason.

In comparison to me, the somewhat cute-looking Song Lili paled significantly.

Even in a luxurious little dress, she lacked the charisma to carry it off.

Ever since the wedding began, she hadn’t smiled once, and after the ceremony, she sat in a secluded corner, as if she wanted to erase herself from the noisy and festive hall.

She sat on the chair, her legs swinging recklessly, showing a complete lack of manners.

Even grabbing the cakes on the table with her hands...

Her dark, round eyes watched the wedding guests... No one could understand what this little girl was thinking, nor did anyone want to understand.

Naturally, the Miu family had no interest in caring for the stepfather’s daughter; they would rather lift me to the sky.

My mother even took this chance to go around greeting guests with young me...

Perhaps it’s human nature; when comparisons arise, feelings of superiority follow.

I looked at Song Lili, then at myself, my vanity satisfied. I even walked past Song Lili several times, thinking over and again... At that moment, I was nothing but a peacock lost in its own pride.