My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

“Mom!” Ning Qing’s eyes lit up, and the tears that had just been dried out by Lu Shaoming fell down again, but this time she was weeping with joy.

Yue Wanqing looked at her daughter while she was crying and laughing at the same time and her heart turned into mush, but she hardened her heart and asked sharply, “Ning Qing, let me ask you, why didn’t you learn to play the piano but instead attend the Beijing Film Academy? Did your father not give you money for the tuition fees?”

Ning Qing knows she couldn’t hide it from her mother anymore. She wiped her tears away with her little hand. “Yes, I went to look for dad to ask him for money that day, but he didn’t even let me past the Ning family door. I’ve thought about it. I’m no longer the young madam of the Ning family anymore. Playing the piano is a waste of time and money. It’s not suitable for me.”

“Even so, you can’t enter the entertainment industry. If you don’t learn to play the piano, we can learn something else. Why didn’t you discuss it with me?”

“Mom, I had no other choice at that time. The tuition fees cost tens of thousands of dollars. I’d have to sleep on the streets if I could not afford to pay the rent… That day, a friend asked me to act as a stunt double for an actress. It was an ancient costume drama. I’d jumped off a very high cliff even though I was afraid of heights. My entire body was trembling as I stood on the cliff, but I jumped off with my eyes closed anyway…”

Yue Wanqing never knew that her daughter’s life had been so hard for the past three years. She could not imagine her daughter’s tiny body jumping off such a high cliff. She would feel as if a thousand arrows were piercing her heart.

She’d still been the delicate young daughter of the Ning family at the age of 18. Why had the resentment of the previous generation affected her daughter?

Her daughter was clearly the most pitiful and innocent one.

Ning Qing saw that her mother had turned her tear laden away. She went forward, gripped her sleeve timidly with her pale little hands, and choked out in a low voice, “Mom, no matter what we major in, we have to spend money. Only the entertainment industry can allow me to make money while learning. Your shoulders always hurt badly when it rains. There used to be a massage chair at home. Unfortunately, I couldn’t bring it away with me. I wanted to buy one for you. I can make money by just acting casually. I can support you all by myself without depending on others.”

Yue Wanqing was so distressed that her 45-year-old self had to depend on her 18-year-old daughter to support her. She’d focused all her strength on taking care of her husband and child all those years in the Ning family, and had already derailed from society and lost the ability to survive by herself.

It was she who’d harmed her daughter.

Lu Shaoming looked at the girl. She held her mother timidly in one hand, eyes downcast. Her long eyelashes that were like butterfly’s wings fluttered a couple of times. A whole string of glittering tears slid down her fair porcelain cheeks.

She was crying very sadly.