Chapter 1412: The Blackened Good Girl (47)

The Yellow Millet Dream wasn't really a dream. It was more like reliving a forgotten lifetime, and the memories remained exceptionally vivid.

No one who had experienced the Yellow Millet Dream would believe that what they had seen was fake.

The next morning, Tang Guo woke up refreshed and in high spirits.

It was the weekend. Normally, the couple had good habits and would get up around six or seven, even on weekends or days off.

But that day, neither of them got up.

Not until eight o'clock did Tang Guo hear movement coming from their room.

Tang Mother seemed to be crying. Sitting on the sofa, drinking milk and watching television, Tang Guo quietly waited.

Around nine-thirty, Tang Mother and Tang Father finally emerged. Neither looked very well.

When they looked at Tang Guo, there was guilt and relief in their eyes.

Of course, Tang Guo knew what they were relieved about. They were relieved that the life they had experienced in this world was different from the one in their dream.

But was it really that simple?

Sensing her thoughts, the System secretly asked, Host, do you have something in mind?

“Yes.”

What is it?

“Nothing much. I'll just find an opportunity to tell them that their perfect daughter isn't really their daughter, but a task performer who came to fulfill their daughter's wish and live her life again.”

System: This bad woman really is too evil.

“In fact, I don't even need to look for an opportunity. They've already experienced the Yellow Millet Dream. Many details are different. They're not fools. Sooner or later, they'll realize that I'm not their real daughter.”

Host, you're too cruel.

Tang Mother and Tang Father became even more attentive toward Tang Guo, saying nothing else.

But from then on, neither Wu Lingling nor Qin Ruolan ever appeared in their conversations again.

No matter how pitiful Qin Ruolan became, Tang Mother never wavered.

The two of them worked diligently while caring for their daughter. The dream from that night lingered in their hearts, impossible to dispel.

Now, every time they saw Wu Lingling, they felt uncomfortable all over.

Countless times, they reminded themselves that it had only been a dream.

Yet when they recalled all the little differences between Tang Guo and the daughter from their memories, and saw how outstanding this daughter before them was, their hearts would sink.

Even so, they never voiced anything and only treated Tang Guo even better.

“They refuse to admit it, Host.”

“Then let them refuse.”

Tang Guo was already in the second semester of her second year of high school. Her grades remained firmly in first place.

Among the younger generation in the family, aside from Wu Lingling—who had completely become a delinquent girl and continued drifting between Lu Jing and the gangsters—everyone else had grown increasingly outstanding.

Over the course of nearly a year, Wu Lingling had undergone another abortion and once again placed the blame on Lu Jing. To this day, he still knew nothing.

After school that afternoon, Tang Guo was, as always, doing homework in the classroom.

Not long afterward, Qiao Ge arrived carrying dinner.

“Hungry?”

“Not yet.”

“Eat first and then continue your work.”

Qiao Ge opened the insulated container and placed it in front of Tang Guo.

“Try it.”

Tang Guo looked up with a smile. “Big Brother Qiao Ge.”

“Little Sister Tang Guo.” After knowing her for so long, how could Qiao Ge not know that this little girl was a clever little rascal?

“Did you make these yourself?”

Qiao Ge nodded. “I did.”

“Big Brother, you're amazing.”

Praised by her, Qiao Ge's face blossomed with a smile, and his eyes softened involuntarily.

“Eat. I'll head off first. Just leave the container outside the infirmary later.”

As he turned to leave, he rubbed Tang Guo's head and whispered, “Little girl, you'd better hurry up and become an adult.”

“Big Brother, how about you push the Earth around once? Then I'll become an adult immediately.”

Qiao Ge: What the hell kind of logic is that? Can it really work like that?