The next day was the Winter Solstice, and Jiang Dong's birthday.
Jiang Xia had a full morning of classes. After finishing her last foreign-language class, she hurried home to prepare for tonight's birthday feast.
Today, she planned to make Jiang Dong a birthday cake by hand with Zhang Fuyan and prepare dinner.
The main reason was that Zhang Fuyan wanted to cook Jiang Dong a dinner herself, but she was hopeless in the kitchen and wanted to learn from Jiang Xia.
Jiang Xia wheeled her bicycle out of the shed and was just about to leave.
Gu Yue came up to her. She had cried all night, and her eyes were still swollen and shot through with red veins. "Are you satisfied now?"
Jiang Xia glanced at her and more or less guessed why she was asking.
"Not satisfied. Satisfied with what? Satisfied that your whole family keeps showing up in front of me every day? I'm not satisfied in the slightest! If your whole family stops appearing in front of me, then I'll be satisfied!"
Gu Yue: "..."
"To tell you the truth, I'm sick to death of your whole family showing up in front of me! Don't bother me again!"
Gu Yue: "..."
After saying that, Jiang Xia simply went around her and left.
Gu Yue came to her senses and chased after her. "Did you know long ago that my father was your father?"
Jiang Xia laughed. "Does your whole family suffer from delusions? How could your father possibly be my father?"
"Use your brain and think about it. Could your father have given birth to a daughter as smart and beautiful as me? In what way do I look like your father? Do you have some sort of misunderstanding about your father?"
"The intelligence my younger