The fake daughter has too much property to inherit!

Chapter 181 Being stimulated

Today Youyou only appeared on TV⊙﹏⊙

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Jiang Cheng, dressed in a scarlet Warring States robe, appeared on the stage with a flick of his sleeves.

舞闭

Although not present, Fang Ci was the first to applaud and whispered, "Chengcheng's dancing is getting better and better. I like this dance very much. When she comes back, I will ask her for some advice."

Shang Huochuan took the opportunity to remind her, "Okay, but you have to take your medicine well, then Chengcheng will dare to teach you."

"I'm in good health and don't need to take medicine."

"If you don't take the medicine, Chengcheng won't teach you."

"You guys are so annoying. I used to dance just as well as Chengcheng..."

After hearing what her daughter said, Old Mrs. Fang Mianchu lowered her eyes and seemed to be thinking about something.

Just after Jiang Cheng went down, the scenery changed for more than ten seconds before an ethereal sound of a guzheng sounded on the silent stage.

Fang Zhian couldn't help but swallowed, looked at his aunt, and whispered: "The last one to appear is Chengcheng's friend. They have a good relationship. She is a very cute and beautiful girl..."

"Zhi'an, do you like that girl?" Fang Ci blinked deliberately, his voice full of joking.

Fang Zhian twitched his lips slightly, "I do like her very much."

The fiery red silhouette of the girl on the stage on the screen did not attract the attention of the Fang family at first. Instead, they were interested in Fang Zhian's words.

Fang Zhian's mother looked up at her son and felt something was wrong.

Why does it feel like my son is worried today...

"It's a peony. Chengcheng is a plum blossom, and this girl is a peony."

Peonies of various colors bloomed on the screen, and as everyone was admiring the peonies, a girl in bright red Tang Dynasty Hanfu gradually appeared on the screen.

The girl, dressed in a gorgeous silk gown, danced gracefully, like the majestic and luxurious peony of the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. She had fair skin, a small, upturned nose, and red lips like delicate peony petals...

It should have been a stunning appearance, but after everyone in the Fang family saw the girl's face clearly on the screen, except for Shang Huochuan, the others' faces were filled with shock and horror.

"She, she, Xixi..." Fang Zhian's mother exclaimed incoherently. After realizing that she had said something wrong, she immediately covered her mouth and turned her head in disbelief to meet her husband's eyes who was also stunned and shocked.

Old Mrs. Fang was also staring at the girl on the screen. Her emotions were so agitated that she had to hold the handrail to calm herself down.

After calming down, she quickly looked at her daughter Fang Ci who was standing beside her. Seeing her stunned expression, Mrs. Fang immediately said in a deep voice: "Zhi An, turn off the TV!"

"Or Chuan, take Xiaoci back to the room to rest first. The Chengcheng program is over."

Shang Huochuan noticed their emotional fluctuations, especially his wife who was completely stunned on his knees.

He had doubts and guesses in his mind, but he heard urgency in Old Lady Fang's tone, so he had to put everything else aside and hug Fang Ci.

"Xiaoci, let's go back to the room."

But Fang Ci's expression remained unchanged until he saw Fang Zhian about to turn off the TV, when he suddenly erupted in emotion.

"Don't turn it off, don't turn it off!" He shouted as he stood up and tried to stop Fang Zhian.

"Xiaoci, what's wrong with you, Xiaoci..." Shang Huochuan was frightened by her sudden emotional fluctuation and hugged her.

"Let me go, let me go, don't lock me up, don't lock me up!" Fang Zhi struggled to break free from Shang Huochuan's restraints, "Who is she, who is she, my head hurts, it hurts so much..."

In my mind, there was a girl dancing in a white dress... a man's face was blurry... a woman with a big belly, and a woman crying while holding a child...

Countless images flashed through Fang Ci's mind, making her hold her head in pain. Cold sweat kept coming out on her pale and weak face. "...Ah, who is she, why is she crying, why is she so pregnant...Ahhhhhh...Wuwu..." The pain made her cry.

Shang Huochuan hugged his crying wife tightly and looked at Mrs. Fang anxiously, "Mom, what happened to Xiaoci? Xiaoci, don't scare me. Go call Doctor Han..."

“Let me go…” Fang Ci’s mind was still replaying the scene, “Shengsheng… Shengsheng… Ah, who am I…”

Old Mrs. Fang stood up trembling and almost fell back to the ground. Fortunately, Jiang Nianchu and his wife, who looked worried, quickly supported her.

"mom!"

Old Mrs. Fang looked at her daughter, whose face was covered in tears and who was being tortured. She looked much older in an instant. "Call the doctor first. Zhian, go call the doctor, quickly!"

"Zhi'an, go quickly!" Jiang Nianchu said in a deep voice.

Fang Zhian was immersed in the shock of his aunt shouting "Shengsheng". He came back to his senses after his father called out to him loudly, "Okay, okay, I'll go right away."

"Wuwu... Where's Shengsheng? Mom will come to pick you up... Why did you lie to me? Why..."

Fang Ci collapsed exhausted into Shang Huochuan's arms, his eyes empty and scattered, his mouth mumbling unconsciously.

"You can't do this to me..." Her voice became lower and lower in despair and helplessness, and she finally fainted in Shang Huochuan's arms.

"Xiaoci!"

Everyone hurriedly helped Fang Ci back to her room to rest. Old Mrs. Fang was lonely and dejected as she was helped back to her room by her son.

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"Madam, Miss Ci just had a mental breakdown due to mental stress. She will wake up soon...

Just be prepared, she might recall the painful past..."

Old Mrs. Fang sat by the bed, watching over her unconscious daughter. The doctor's words lingered in her mind, and her red, moist eyes revealed boundless loneliness.

Mingxi, I'm sorry. I didn't take good care of our daughter.

Fang Ci was lying on the bed with a pale face. She had not woken up yet.

But tears kept sliding down the corners of her eyes, and she kept repeating "shengsheng" in her mouth.

Shang Huochuan held her hand tightly, his face full of worry and anxiety.

Fang Zhian looked at his grandmother, parents, and uncle who were silent, and could no longer hold back his doubts and asked, "Grandma, was my aunt called Fang Muxi before?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room, except Fang Zhian, had their pupils trembling and looked dazed.

They haven't heard the name "Fang Muxi" for many years.

Old Mrs. Fang, Jiang Nianchu and his wife, and Shang Huochuan remained silent, and Fang Zhian also waited silently.

When Fang Hou thought she would not get an answer, Mrs. Fang's lips trembled as she slowly spoke: "Yes, Fang Muxi is your aunt."

The affirmative answer weighed heavily on Fang Zhian's heart. The doubts in his mind were answered, but his throat was dry and he didn't know how to speak.

The room was silent and no one spoke until the woman on the bed began to murmur.

"Shengsheng, Shengsheng, you are the only one I have..."

Shang Huochuan, who was holding Fang Muxi (hereinafter referred to as her original name), did not ask Old Lady Fang to answer his doubts, because he knew that his guess was correct.

His wife Fang Ci, also known as Fang Muxi, had a daughter before.

But Shang Huochuan didn't care about all this. As long as he remembered that Fang Muxi was still willing to stay by his side in the past, that was enough.