When she thought of Dudu’s aggrieved little milky voice on the phone, Ye Fan’s heart instantly melted. As soon as she left the filming site, she rushed back home without stopping.

Ye Fan pressed the code for the doorway as the the drip sounded, the baby’s voice came from inside the room.

“Mommy’s here!”

Ye Fan heard the sound of slippers kicking and stomping, and as soon as the door was opened, a little fat dumpling rushed over and hugged Ye Fan’s thigh.

He held his hands up and kept bouncing in place.

“Yay, mommy’s home.”

Ye Fan smiled and bent down, she took the milk-scented baby into her arms as a whole and kissed him several times.

“Baby, did you miss mommy?”

Ye Duo’s little baby was anxious and hurriedly opened his mouth. “Yes.”

He was afraid that Ye Fan wouldn’t believe him, and even gestured a few times as he drew a big circle in the air.

“There are so many of them.”

Ye Fan hugged this little chubby dumpling again and kissed him several times. Every time she saw Dudu, she had to make a daily lament, where in the world did such a cute little chubby dumpling come from.

When Ye Fan hugged Dudu, her sleeve slipped down some, revealing a tiny wound on her arm. Although the wounds weren’t deep, there were several of them horizontally and horizontally, and they looked quite shocking.

As soon as Dudu saw it, he immediately deflated his mouth, tears flowing down his chubby chin. “Mommy hurts, baby hoo hoo.”

The nanny on the side, Aunt Li, also exclaimed. “We need to apply the medicine quickly.”

After Aunt Li came back from home, she found that Ye Fan had changed a lot, not only was she a lot gentler to people, she also started to love her son who she always disliked.

So, after spending some time with Ye Fan, Aunt Li gradually changed her opinion of Ye Fan and began to feel sorry for this single mother who was bringing up her child alone.

Ye Fan originally did not want the baby to see the small cuts, but did not expect this mishap. Dudu standing in front of her was still crying in aggravation.

Ye Fan avoided the wounds on her hands and picked up Dudu, she looked at Aunt Li, “Aunt Li, please help me bring the medical box to the room.”

Aunt Li answered and went to the drawer in the living room to look for the medical kit.

Ye Fan, on the other hand, carried Dudu back to her room.

Dudu carefully wrapped her arms around Ye Fan’s neck. “Mom, don’t carry baby is heavy.”

Ye Fan lost her smile as she placed Dudu on the floor and the two of them walked to the room together.

As she handled the wound herself, although it stung a little, her face didn’t change. On the contrary, Dudu pouted as he blew gently.

Ye Fan looked at Dudu’s look of concentration with his eyes downcast, she couldn’t help but reach out and rub his head, his hair was messy from her touch before she stopped.

Dudu looked at Ye Fan with a bewildered face, tears hanging on his long eyelashes that were about to fall, not knowing what had happened.

After Ye Fan put Dudu to sleep, she began to do her own thing, she took out her phone to check today’s messages.

When she flipped to the latest one, Ye Fan frowned.

The message suggested that a sum of money was missing from her bank card.

Ye Fan didn’t figure out where the money actually went, so she opened her computer to check the details.

Only then did she remember that the original owner would give Nie Weiru a sum of money every month, and her card was set up to automatically transfer money to Nie Weiru at the beginning of the month.

Nie Weiru was the mastermind who switched the original owner and Tang Jin, and instead of throwing Ye Fan into an orphanage, she brought her home.

The original owner was not valued in the family since she was a child, and Nie Weiru was already disliking her, extorting her in the name of her mother.

The original owner longed for affection and had never been able to figure out why Nie Weiru would treat her so badly.

When she got pregnant, she didn’t even dare to tell Nie Weiru, afraid that Nie Weiru would be disappointed. She found an excuse to leave the house and give birth outside.

So Dudu’s existence was never discovered by Nie Weiru.

But Ye Fan was not a good-tempered master, she directly logged into her computer and canceled the automatic transfer.

At this time, the screen of the cell phone on the bedside table lit up and sent out a vibration.

Ye Fan was worried about waking up the sleeping Dudu, she quickly picked up the cell phone and walked out of the room.

Ye Fan picked up the cell phone. “Hello.”

Assistant Director Wang: “Ye Fan, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

Ye Fan quietly listened.

“There’s a role of a dancer in ‘Undercover on the Bund‘, I don’t know if you’re interested?”

Ye Fan was stunned. “The role of a dancer?”

Assistant Director Wang: “The one who played the dancer had something to do temporarily, and the position just happened to be vacant.”

“The director watched your scene today and thought you were a good fit.”

Today, he also saw Ye Fan’s seriousness on the set, she was just a stand-in, in time, with Ye Fan’s beauty and hard work, she might not not go far.

Ye Fan was silent.

If it was before, she would directly refused. After all, He Han was also on the set, she didn’t want to get too involved with him, and it would be best if she just left.

However, as soon as Ye Fan thought about the bank card deposit, she hesitated.

There wasn’t much money left, and if she wanted to give Ye Duo a better life, she had to start making money.

Ye Fan inclined her head and looked at the closed door of the room. She seemed to be able to feel Ye Duo’s soft body, sleeping soundly on the bed.

Thinking of Ye Duo, the corner of Ye Fan’s mouth couldn’t help but curve.

She had always been alone, and for the first time, she had a tie in her heart. For the sake of little Ye Duo, she was willing to pay and work hard.

On the other end of the line, Assistant Director Wang’s words rang out. “Ye Fan, have you thought about it?”

Ye Fan opened her mouth, “I’m willing to play this role, thank you for giving me this opportunity.”

……

After that, Ye Fan called the bank and casually found a reason to cancel her credit card.

Because the original owner’s credit card was never in her own hands, it was always held by her adoptive mother, Nie Weiru. Every month, Nie Weiru would swipe off a lot of money, while the card debt was paid by the original owner.

However, since Ye Fan had crossed over, she wouldn’t let herself be so stifled. Nie Weiru could swipe the card all she wants, anyway it’s already cancelled.

Within a few days, Ye Fan received a call from her adoptive mother, Nie Weiru. “I’m going shopping. Come to Zhengda Mall.”

Before Ye Fan could respond, Nie Weiru had already hung up.

For a woman like Nie Weiru, who was capable of swapping children, ordering around a daughter she got for free was effortless and without a second thought.

Every time they went shopping, Nie Weiru would make Ye Fan carry all her bags, large and small, without the slightest hint of concern for her.

Ye Fan let out a cold laugh, put her phone aside, and switched it to silent mode. After all, she wasn’t the one in a hurry. She spent some time reading, tidied up her room, and only then leisurely set out.

By the time she arrived at Zhengda Mall, Nie Weiru was already growing impatient.

“What were you doing just now? You knew I was waiting for you, yet you still took so long,” Nie Weiru snapped. She had been waiting endlessly, even calling Ye Fan multiple times, but Ye Fan didn’t answer.

It was only when Nie Weiru was about to head home that Ye Fan finally showed up, fashionably late.

Nie Weiru’s words seemed harmless at first, but beneath the surface, they were full of accusations aimed at Ye Fan.

As soon as Nie Weiru spoke, several people resting nearby turned to look.

Ye Fan’s eyes turned slightly cold.

When the original Ye Fan was young, Nie Weiru had instilled a single belief in her: Ye Fan owed her everything because she had raised her with great effort. No matter what it was, Ye Fan had to obey her.

This was what Nie Weiru called family affection. The original Ye Fan had grown up in such an environment. She also had a younger sister, Ye Li, who never treated her as an older sibling.

The original Ye Fan couldn’t understand why. Both she and Ye Li were Nie Weiru’s daughters, so why did Ye Li receive motherly love while she was met with cold indifference?

Unfortunately, the original Ye Fan died without ever learning the truth: she was treated this way because she wasn’t Nie Weiru’s biological daughter.

Ye Fan looked at Nie Weiru with an utterly calm expression.

She wasn’t the original Ye Fan and wouldn’t waste her emotions on someone like Nie Weiru. Instead, she would ensure that those who hurt the original Ye Fan faced the consequences they deserved.

Ye Fan’s tone was icy. “Mom, I’m the one covering the household expenses and my sister’s tuition.”

“I was working just now, but you called and told me to come shopping with you and carry your bags. When I tried to explain, you hung up on me.”

“I had no choice but to drop everything at work and rush over here.”

Ye Fan was already stunningly beautiful, and as she spoke, her words made her seem even more wronged.

Nie Weiru’s domineering demeanor only served to highlight the stark contrast between them.

Hearing Ye Fan’s explanation, the onlookers quickly pieced everything together. It was clear to them: the daughter was reasonable and responsible, while the mother seemed clueless and overbearing.

Nie Weiru hadn’t expected Ye Fan to respond like this and was momentarily stunned.

In the past, whenever she criticized Ye Fan, the girl would usually stay silent and never talk back like she just did.

Nie Weiru immediately stood up and walked toward a clothing store, her steps a little hurried.

She stopped at the entrance of a store, where a Tang Jin advertisement board stood prominently.

Her footsteps faltered slightly, and her gaze lingered on the board for a moment before she looked away.

A moment ago, Nie Weiru had been fuming, but now her anger seemed to dissipate entirely. Her biological daughter, Tang Jin, was now a wealthy and pampered socialite.

Tang Jin had been raised with love and care from an early age. After entering the entertainment industry, her career had been smooth sailing, earning her immense fame.

Nie Weiru smiled with satisfaction. Her daughter was truly blessed.

She felt fortunate for the bold decision she made years ago—to swap the Tang family’s only daughter with her own. She didn’t ask for much, just the chance to see her daughter often on TV.

Although Nie Weiru’s gaze lingered on the advertisement board only briefly, Ye Fan still noticed it. A hint of mockery appeared in Ye Fan’s eyes.

While Nie Weiru tried on clothes, Ye Fan sat on a nearby chair, resting. Unlike the original Ye Fan, she didn’t hover around Nie Weiru with endless flattery in hopes of earning a familial bond that was never hers to begin with.

The store was quiet, save for the enthusiastic voice of the sales associate making recommendations.

When Nie Weiru entered, the sales associate had quickly glanced her over, noting the designer labels on her clothing. Recognizing the high-end brands, the smile on the associate’s face grew even more welcoming.

Nie Weiru flipped through the clothes one by one, holding them up to the mirror to compare. If she liked something, she’d head to the fitting room to try it on.

But something felt off.

Oh, right—Ye Fan used to follow her around attentively, offering endless praise. Now, she just sat there motionless. What was wrong with Ye Fan today? She seemed to be defying her at every turn.

After trying on over a dozen outfits, Nie Weiru finally selected a few pieces to purchase.

The sales associate, thrilled by the prospect of a big sale, led Nie Weiru to the checkout counter, her smile warm and genuine.

Nie Weiru spent Ye Fan’s money without the slightest hesitation. In her mind, it was only fair—after all, she had raised this “free” daughter for so many years. Ye Fan’s filial piety was something she felt she deserved.

Ye Fan rose from her seat, unhurried, and walked toward the counter.

Nie Weiru had long since taken over the original Ye Fan’s credit card whenever she had the chance. However, whether or not the card was still functional now was another question.

Ye Fan felt a flicker of anticipation. She wondered how Nie Weiru would react when she found out the card had been deactivated.

Nie Weiru handed over the credit card, and the sales associate accepted it with a polite smile.

A few seconds later, the associate’s expression shifted awkwardly, though she tried to maintain her composure. “Ma’am, this credit card has been deactivated. Do you happen to have another one?”

Nie Weiru’s face darkened. “That’s impossible.” She pulled out more credit cards from her wallet—all issued under Ye Fan’s name, of course.

She handed them over. “Try these.”

Ye Fan stood there watching, her expression calm. It didn’t matter how many cards Nie Weiru produced—they were all useless now.

If Nie Weiru managed to make any of them work, Ye Fan thought, then I’ll admit defeat.

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