Rong Yan didn’t pay any attention to the shouting behind her.
For her, that was just a stranger.
However, Rong Xuefeng was furious. When she saw Rong Yan didn’t stop, she quickened her steps.
In a moment, she had rushed in front of Rong Yan.
"I just told you to stop, didn’t you hear me?"
Rong Yan looked at the person in front of her, full of anger, not understanding what this person was angry about.
"Am I familiar with you?"
Rong Xuefeng never expected her to say such a thing and her eyes instantly reddened with rage.
"I am your birth mother!"
"Born but not raised, and favoring another, do you even have the face to utter those words?" Rong Yan continued despite her anger, "We already said this at the police station this morning, from now on, we each live our own lives, and there is no need for anyone to disturb anyone else. Or is it... you want alimony?"
"Who wants your alimony." Rong Xuefeng’s chest tightened with anger.
"I thought you weren’t such shameless people. Since that’s the case, we have nothing else to say... goodbye!"
Rong Yan didn’t care what kind of rage she left her in and took off.
Rong Xuefeng was truly black in the face with anger.
She wanted to scold, but she considered herself a person with manners and couldn’t bring herself to behave like a shrew shouting in the streets.
She stifled herself half to death before finally choking out a sentence, "Fine, if you so don’t want to have anything to do with us, then don’t come looking for us ever again. From today on, I only have one daughter, and that is Wang Wei."
With her back turned to her, Rong Yan’s expression remained unmoved upon hearing these words.
Her words had no impact on Rong Yan, not even stirring a flicker of emotion.
Rong Xuefeng watched the figure walk further away, getting even angrier.
In fact... even she didn’t know why she was so angry.
But seeing her disown her kin in such a way suddenly made her feel a suffocating pressure, unable to go up or down, extremely uncomfortable.
At that moment, Wang Jinglin walked out.
He glanced at the retreating figure; his mood was also quite complex... it was certainly anything but good.
"...Alright, since we’re not planning to recognize her, let’s not have anything to do with her in the future. Don’t bother thinking about it, this is all our own choice."
Upon hearing this, Rong Xuefeng immediately came back to her senses, and then glared at Wang Jinglin, "What do you mean by that? Are you regretting it? Fine then! Go chase her back, and I’ll leave with Weiwei."
Wang Jinglin’s brow furrowed, "Don’t make a scene here."
He was quite upset.
Although he also loved Wang Wei, Rong Yan was his biological daughter, his only blood kin.
But now, his own blood didn’t recognize him anymore, and that certainly couldn’t make him feel good.
Rong Xuefeng was taken aback; it was the first time she had been so coldly rebuked by her own man.
"...What do you mean by that? Is it me not recognizing her? It’s her not recognizing us... She could send her foster parents, who raised her for 18 years, to the police station without batting an eyelid; that’s not something the faint-hearted can do."
"We will grow old soon, can we rely on her then? Naturally, we have to rely on Weiwei, the child we raised ourselves."
Wang Jinglin knew she had a point, but his mood was still somewhat uneasy.
Perhaps men are a little more rational than women and put more importance on blood ties,
While women are a bit more emotional.
"Let’s not talk about this anymore; let’s go back to Beijing first and talk about it, we have to get to the train station soon."
In the future, they might never see this child again.
Thinking this, his eyes uncontrollably wandered into the distance... but unfortunately, in just that short moment, the figure had disappeared.
Rong Xuefeng watched his expression, suppressing the emotions in her heart.

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