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In her small apartment, Judy sat on the floor of the modest living room, her back against the sofa cushion, calves resting against the coffee table.
She stared at an opened letter lying on the table. The letter was short—she’d finished reading it long ago—but its shock lingered, refusing to fade.
After Wang Rong’s death, Judy sorted through her office belongings and discovered a letter tucked into the gap behind a filing cabinet. It had been sent from a small Southeast Asian city—the place where Wang Rong’s mother had settled after leaving their Eastern city. Wang Rong had once asked Judy to help locate her mother’s exact address, but nothing ever came of it.
Judging by the postmark, the letter was sent not long after Wang Rong became Madam Bai. It was probably the second letter her mother sent, soon after the first. Most likely, the office assistant, carrying a thick stack of documents and mail, had accidentally dropped it into the cabinet gap. Only when Judy did a thorough cleaning of Wang Rong’s office did the letter finally see daylight again.
Judy secretly brought the letter home. She was curious: what would a mother, estranged from her daughter and having left for a distant land after her child’s rise to prominence, say to her? After all, the intended recipient was already dead, and the letter’s contents surely had no value to anyone else.
But Judy was wrong—very wrong.
“Rong,
It took me a long time to muster the courage to write to you again. Our relationship was never good. You hate me, resent me, as you should—I know I’m not a good mother. I don’t expect your forgiveness.
But maybe you shouldn’t blame me either. I know you look down on me, always thinking I’m an uneducated woman from the lower classes, but actually, we are the same kind of person. So I know you’ll do whatever it takes to have a child with Bai Shikun, even though neither of you are fit to be parents.
I’m writing to tell you: don’t do it. Because Bai Shikun is actually your biological father.
That year, I was only twenty, working as a waitress at a hotel, planning to marry your father—your supposed father. Bai Shikun was twenty-nine then. You can’t imagine how attractive, how irresistible he was. A son of a noble family, and he beckoned to a plain waitress like me...
I couldn’t resist and had a secret affair with him for a while. He left me plenty of money and disappeared. Only then did I realize I was pregnant with you. Luckily, I married your father soon after; otherwise, I would have had to abort you.
But when you were around four, he somehow found out you weren’t his daughter. He tricked me out of all my money and vanished.
Rong, you hate me. I’m not a good mother, nor a good woman, but aren’t you just like me? Or is it because I’m your mother that you became like me?
It doesn’t matter anymore. I just want to tell you: you mustn’t have a child with Bai Shikun. Even if you force it and have a deformed child, it will do you no good.
You never tell me anything about your life. If I’d known your goal was Bai Shikun, I’d have told you the truth right away.
Without a child, your position in the Bai family won’t be secure, but… you’ve already gained so much. For your own sake, let it go.
Don’t try to find me. I have no face left to see you, and I won’t contact you again.
The money Fang Ming gave me before is enough for me to live out my old age in this Southeast Asian city… Sigh, he’s a good man. Maybe… we both never deserved him.
Mother”
Judy had loved reading stories since childhood and studied literature as an adult. As an orphan, she felt that through stories, she could search for what family meant—what parents, siblings, and love were.
But she had never imagined a mother-daughter relationship like Wang Rong’s and her mother’s. Now that she knew this shocking truth, what could she do?
Judy never considered using it to blackmail Bai Shikun. She was just an ordinary citizen; even with an earth-shattering secret, she could not shake Old Bai in the slightest. Bai Shikun was not someone she could afford to provoke.
Judy lay back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.
She had worked for Sister Rong for eight years, starting as her personal assistant and driver when Wang Rong hosted “Deadly Sinner.” Wang Rong paid her well, and she learned a lot.
But after Wang Rong married Old Bai, Judy witnessed her decline: her face grew more rigid, she became thinner, and her temper worsened. In front of others, Wang Rong maintained her image, but in private, she vented her stress and anxiety on Judy, often yelling at her when no one else was around.
Judy knew repeated failed fertility treatments had devastated Wang Rong’s body and mind. She was no longer the beautiful, confident, cheerful, clever, and driven host from before, but a pathological gambler refusing to leave a losing game.
Judy had wanted to resign for a long time, but… she knew too many of Wang Rong’s secrets. She feared Wang Rong wouldn’t let her go easily. Now that Wang Rong was gone, it was a relief for Judy.
One day, Bai Shikun sat at his desk, staring solemnly at two letters. One was the letter from Wang Rong’s mother to Wang Rong, which revealed that Wang Rong was his biological daughter.
The other read as follows:
“Mr. Bai,
You needn’t worry—I don’t intend to blackmail you. I am merely a messenger of the truth. Now you know the truth.
You may be wondering who I am, and perhaps you’ve already guessed. But let me tell you: if anything happens to me, the letter Wang Rong’s mother wrote to her will spread widely online. Maybe knowing that someone else knows your secret will keep you up at night. But is risking your reputation, and the reputations of the Bai family and the Holy Mother Society, worth a single night’s peace?
I think you know what choice to make.
—The Mysterious One”
Ha… ha… ha…
Lying on the sofa, Judy couldn’t help but laugh imagining Old Bai’s expression as he read the letter.
But then she thought: since the letter was sent to Wang Rong, who would be in charge of her private correspondence? Old Bai would easily suspect her.
If Old Bai realized she held his secret, even if he did nothing because of her threat, why should she live haunted by anxiety for the rest of her life?
Besides, Judy reflected, Wang Rong—always healthy—had suddenly dropped dead in front of the Holy Mother statue. Maybe the Holy Mother really was helping Old Bai.
Forget it.
Their entanglements had nothing to do with her. Why get involved in something so dangerous and so unprofitable?
Decision made, Judy took out a lighter, brought the letter to the balcony, and burned it.
Night had fallen. Outside, thousands of lights sparkled.
A gentle night breeze rose, and all grudges and secrets drifted away with the ashes, carried far into the night.
Wang Rong’s story ends here.
So, was her life her own choice—or was it fate’s choice?
What do you think?
End of Extra 2
This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons is coincidental. The author explores only the connection between female destiny and faith, and does not target any real individual.
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