My parents' biological daughter, who was kidnapped seventeen years ago, came home. Mom held her in her arms, calling her sweetheart again and again. But she stared at me, feigning innocence: "Since I'm back, shouldn't sister go back to her own home?" She thought I was a thief adopted to enjoy her privileged life. But she didn't realize that after she said this, the house fell into instant silence. 1 Zoe is my parents' biological daughter. She was kidnapped and sold to a remote mountainous area when she was young, and only returned home today. I just came back from baseball practice. As soon as I reached the door, I heard suppressed crying from inside the house. Walking in, I found my mom hugging a girl, crying uncontrollably. My dad stood beside them, a six-foot-tall man with red eyes. Mom's voice was hoarse: "Mom has finally waited for you." "You don't know how much I regret leaving you alone with that nanny." I instantly understood the girl's identity. My parents had a biological daughter. At that time, they were starting a business and had no time to take care of her, so they hired a nanny. Both of them left early and returned late every day, spending little time even with their daughter, so naturally, they didn't know the nanny was a habitual kidnapper. Later, when the child was four years old, she was sold by the nanny, and they couldn't find her for many years. "Who is this?" A weak voice brought me back to reality. I looked up and found her staring at me. I frowned subconsciously; her gaze made me a bit uncomfortable. She reacted strongly, flinching and leaning closer into my mom's arms. Mom patted her back soothingly and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, this is your sister." Mom introduced me again: "Sophia, this is your sister, Zoe." "But, I remember I don't have a sister." She hesitated for two seconds and looked at me timidly. Mom said: "Sophia is..." I smiled and took over: "I was adopted." "Oh, so that's it." Her voice weakened, murmuring listlessly: "Mom and Dad already have a child." Mom quickly hugged her heartache: "Zoe, having a sister isn't a bad thing. There's one more person in the family to love you." Zoe looked gloomy, tears spilling from her eyes, "I thought Mom and Dad would only love me alone. Why share the love that belongs to me with my sister?" 2 Now I'm sure my discomfort wasn't an illusion. She has full hostility towards me. But it's understandable. She suffered so much outside before coming home. Seeing her biological parents meticulously raising another child, she naturally feels uncomfortable. I was just about to explain to her: "Sister Zoe, actually I am..." Zoe inadvertently amplified her crying: "Should I not have come back? Now I'm disturbing your life as a family of three?" My dad was anxious instantly: "Zoe, what nonsense are you talking about! Your mom and I have looked forward to this for so many years. We are too happy you are back. Which parents are willing to let their children suffer outside?" Zoe looked at my dad helplessly: "Really?" "Of course!" Receiving a positive answer, she smiled through tears, hugged my dad tightly, and leaned her head on him dependently. "Thank you, Dad." Mom and Dad breathed a sigh of relief. The next second she suddenly suggested: "Since I'm back, shouldn't sister go home?" The air instantly stilled, only the shallow breathing of everyone could be heard. She looked at my mom with expectant eyes. Mom subconsciously avoided it. Dad pretended to drink tea to avoid her gaze. She finally realized something was wrong, and panic appeared on her face: "Dad, did I say something wrong?" I saw the dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes and was slightly stunned. Dad coughed: "Two daughters in our family give Dad face when spread out. Let's not change it." Mom also chimed in: "Yes, you just came back. If you don't understand anything, you can ask Sophia for help." Zoe didn't seem to expect this request to be rejected so decisively, and looked at me subconsciously. I hooked my lips at her: "Sure." Taking my baseball bat, I turned and went out the door. Mom's panicked voice came from behind: "Sophia, Sophia." 3 I walked directly to the neighbor's house next door. Unlocked it with my fingerprint and went straight in. This household lives my nominal aunt and uncle, actually my biological parents. That's right, I was adopted by my current parents. So when Zoe showed hostility towards me, although I understood, I wouldn't be cheap enough to think I owed her anything. You know, it was my aunt (current mom) who lost her daughter back then and begged my biological mom on her knees to adopt me in despair. My biological mom didn't agree at first. She gave birth to three sons before expecting a daughter like me, so how could she give me away? But my aunt and uncle were willing to buy a house next to mine, and because they were going crazy looking for their daughter and looked inhumanly thin, my biological mom relented and agreed. My name is Sophia Shen, taking my biological mom's surname. The middle name is my biological dad's surname. This was the only request my biological mom made for my aunt to adopt me. So people outside who didn't know spread rumors that my aunt and uncle were deeply in love and let their only daughter take her mother's surname. Even Zoe thought I lived the privileged life that belonged to her and enjoyed the pampering and favoritism that belonged to her. But I should have been loved by thousands. To be honest, if I were raised by my biological parents, I would be ten thousand times happier than now. After all, I have a pair of chic and loving parents, a ruthless CEO big brother, a gentle and jade-like hospital director second brother, and a willful and flamboyant director third brother. I have many backers, and they are strong. Recalling the dissatisfaction and resentment in Zoe's eyes towards me, I tutted lightly. The days ahead are afraid to be restless. The new cousin who came back is a "white lotus" (someone who pretends to be innocent but is actually manipulative). 4 Since I can remember, my biological parents and brothers haven't ignored me. They even took excellent care of me when my aunt and uncle had work. They told me more than once that although I was adopted by my aunt, the family always welcomed me back. For this reason, they specially prepared a room for me, with my exclusive study and piano room. So I didn't feel uncomfortable coming back at all, lying on the sofa eating the fruit cut by the maid leisurely. Rapid footsteps came from outside the door. My mom and dad rushed in: "Sophia, Sophia." "What's wrong?" Mom breathed a sigh of relief when she saw me and quickly cupped my face. "Baby Sophia has been wronged. Zoe is a bit sensitive just coming back, don't be angry." I asked back: "So I deserve to be unwelcome?" Dad was startled: "What are you saying?!" "We watched you grow from a little one into a big girl. You are our own daughter. Who dares not welcome you?" Mom also said: "Sophia, saying this really cuts Mom's heart." "Alright, then I don't want to go back and hear her say such bad luck words. I'll stay here for a few days." Mom and Dad said in unison: "No, you go back with Mom. I'm worried about you." One on the left and one on the right, one arm around the shoulder, one arm around the waist, took me back next door. This is afraid that I will stay at my biological parents' house and never go back. It seems that they have not been completely occupied by Zoe. I lowered my eyes. The reason why I left so decisively was actually a test for them. Wanted to see if they really didn't plan to want me after having their biological daughter. But now it seems that I worried too much, and some people thought too much. My gaze inadvertently swept across a window on the second floor, noticing a figure standing behind the curtain. I smiled. Zoe, I won this round. 5 Actually, I don't have much malice towards Zoe. After all, she is my parents' biological daughter, and actually my cousin. Although I am arrogant, I have always been protective of my own people. So when I first saw her, I felt some pity in my heart. Unfortunately, her act of wanting me to get out as soon as she arrived home turned me off instantly. Since she doesn't want to recognize me as a sister, I won't rush to befriend her. After returning home, Zoe didn't provoke me on the surface, but there were many small actions behind the scenes. Deliberately showing intimacy with Mom in front of me, using a gentle face to befriend the servants at home. She tried to show her harmlessness and gentleness from various aspects, trying to highlight the difference from me. But I just watched coldly without any action. Only those who lack love since childhood will take love seriously. People like me who have received abundant love since childhood won't take weak love to heart at all, nor do they have the chance to actively ask for love. Because even without making such efforts, I still know I am loved. So, I was too lazy to argue with her about a series of small actions she did. The means were really too clumsy. However, although I didn't want to argue with her, it was too annoying to have someone dangling next to me every day. I called my big brother directly. The central idea was four words: Send money, spending. Big brother called back instantly. Listening to the sound next to him, it seemed he was still in a meeting, "Sophia, were you wronged?" I subconsciously acted coquettishly: "Yeah, Zoe is so annoying, picking on me every day." My brother coaxed me: "Don't be afraid, brother will back you up. When brother finishes his business trip, we will move your household registration back home." I comforted: "Don't worry brother, how could I suffer a loss." Hanging up the phone, three million entered the card, note: Pocket money. I beamed with joy, changed clothes and planned to go shopping at the mall. 6 When going downstairs, I heard lively laughter in the living room. I saw Zoe snuggling docilely beside Mom, both smiling. Sensing movement, she looked up and gave me a provocative look. I sneered. Thought this would make me jealous? Passing the sofa, Mom saw I seemed to be going out and immediately took out her phone: "Sophia, don't shortchange yourself when shopping. Mom will transfer you some money." I hummed "Mm" and successfully saw Zoe's face turn black. In her perception, the money in the family is all hers and shouldn't be used for an outsider like me. Sometimes it's quite interesting, like raising a little figurine that changes face. She suddenly spoke: "Can I go shopping, Mom? I haven't visited a big city mall yet." Mom immediately felt distressed. Thinking it was her first time, she said: "Of course, Mom will take you." Mom looked at me again, tone affectionate: "Baby going to pick up the bag ordered last time today? Let Mom accompany you to shop, okay?" I knew she was afraid I would feel a gap in my heart seeing her taking Zoe to the mall alone. "No..." I didn't want to agree at first, but seeing Zoe's resentful expression out of the corner of my eye, I changed my mind. "Sure." When getting in the car, Zoe sat next to my mom first. I glanced coldly and drove a Maserati straight out of the garage. Passing in front of them, seeing Zoe's jealous and regretful expression, I slowly hooked my lips. The pattern is too small. You think I play such boring games with you? Naive. What I am best at is breaking the rules when I am not satisfied with them. But Zoe is quite tolerant and quickly restrained her expression. "Sister is really amazing, unlike me, seeing such a beautiful car for the first time." I put on sunglasses and said lazily: "Since sister likes it, look at it a few more times." I waved my hand, stepped on the gas and left directly. 7 Waited for them at the mall. Mom held my hand, voice gentle: "Let's accompany you to get the bag first, okay? Sophia." "Okay." I readily agreed, holding my mom's arm as usual. Zoe fell behind alone, seeming to be angry about what happened just now. At this moment, she didn't fake a smile as usual, but pulled a long face. Suddenly, Zoe's exasperated voice came from behind: "Mom! He won't let me in." Mom realized she was stopped outside by the security guard at the door. "Zoe, why did you go to the back." Mom went over to bring her in. She threw herself into Mom's arms crying. "Why did he stop me? Is it because sister doesn't want me to follow you?" I watched her performance expressionlessly, had to say impressive. Am I some kind of cheap person? Can I be blamed for this kind of thing? Mom immediately vindicated me: "What are you saying, Zoe? It's the security guard who doesn't know you and wants you to line up." Zoe had teary eyes: "Then why didn't sister have to line up?" I laughed tears out: "I'm a VIP here, sister. Starting at three million a year." I clearly saw Zoe stunned for a moment, then showed a jealous look. She said with a crying voice: "My family's annual expenses were only two thousand dollars before." Mom immediately felt distressed and hugged Zoe tightly. "Zoe, you suffered." "It's okay Mom, I'm already very happy to see you again." I leaned aside, commenting in my heart: The little white lotus has a set of skills for pretending to be obedient and silly. However— I interrupted her lyricism and said with a half-smile: "Sister Zoe, you don't have to work so hard now. Now the monthly pocket money has doubled many times." Zoe looked righteous: "Sister, money is not the most important thing to me. Being together as a family neatly is what makes me happiest." These words simply spoke into my mom's heart. She looked at Zoe gently, with a face full of emotion and rejoicing. I turned my head and sighed: Fine, a highly skilled white lotus against a silly sweet girl who only knows buy buy buy, one hit one accuracy.
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