"Yes, my dad used to teach me Chinese every day because of this. Quarreled with my mom a lot. ”

Maybe she hasn't spoken Chinese for a long time, Mia speaks very unfavorably, and her pronunciation also reveals some strange smell of foreigners.

"Your dad is Chinese?"

As soon as this sentence came out, Lei Yun wanted to give himself a mouthful.

Isn't this asking nonsense, isn't it that Chinese can give birth to Chinese faces?

But when he thought of this, he couldn't help but sneer.

Even your father is Chinese, so what qualifications do you have to look down on Chinese?

Could it be that there is something wrong with the brain?

"Isn't it strange for you... Why do I hate China so much?"

Maybe he tasted the idea behind the sneer, and before he could take the initiative to ask, Mia had already taken the initiative to mention it with some relief.

She suddenly looked out the window, as if caught in a memory.

"I was born in Paris since I was a child, my grandfather and grandmother were Chinese who immigrated to France, my father is a second-generation Chinese in your mouth, and my mother is a native French. ”

Thundercloud listened silently, without making a sound or interrupting.

"I've been French by birth, but I have a Chinese-mixed face, and I've been wealthy since I was a child, and my parents are barely married, and they are both prestigious and top wealthy people in Paris. ”

At this time, the corners of Mia's mouth pulled slightly, and she smiled helplessly.

"That's why I grew up in the top aristocratic schools, and my classmates and friends were the children of the top wealthy businessmen and dignitaries in Paris... Oh, if those people can barely be considered 'friends'. ”

Mia deliberately added an accent to the word 'friend', and her tone was full of self-deprecation.

"The next thing... It's very cliché, but it's also very real, and you've been abroad for so long, and I'm sure you understand that those white people, especially the more self-proclaimed aristocratic whites, have the arrogance and arrogance that exudes from their bones towards people of color..."

Hearing this, Lei Yun, who has been racially discriminated against, naturally empathizes.

The developed European and American countries are indeed leading in their economies, but the moral standard is really not necessarily, but it is not how good foreign countries are in the mouth of domestic online keyboard warriors, and they pay attention to democracy and human rights.

Only people who have no brains will believe this statement, thinking that Europeans and Americans are the benchmark of etiquette with high morals, which is simply laughable.

When dealing with foreigners, you can only be truly respected if you are better than him, and if you expect others to give you respect, you will only become a stupid Chinese guy in the mouth of others.

"I was often bullied when I was in school, just because my skin was yellow, everyone around me was white, I was the top so-called elite in Paris, and I was isolated by everyone..."

As if recalling those not-so-good memories again, Mia closed her eyes with a little trembling.

"So from that time on, I hated my yellow skin so much, and I tried my best to be friends with those white kids, and to bully the 'lower' black people with them, hoping to gain their approval and fit into their circle..."

Hearing this, Lei Yun opened his mouth, but he couldn't spit out a word.

"Then, when I was 10 years old, my parents divorced because my dad cheated on me in marriage. ”

Mia's tone grew heavier and heavier, and she laughed at the end.

"From that day on, my mom took custody of me, almost let him out of the house, and told me that the most unreliable man in the world is a man!"

Hearing this, Lei Yun finally couldn't help but want to fight back, he just wanted to open his mouth, proving that this statement was too extreme, but he thought of his even more unreliable gambler father, so he wisely shut his mouth.

"It turns out that women don't need men at all, and my mother alone turned the French family into a first-line luxury brand in France, even in the fashion circles of the whole of Europe. ”

Lei Yun pouted impatiently, he was not interested in this kind of remarks at all, and he was not even interested in her mother's family history. Jin Yong Chinese

"Maybe this is the common problem of strong women, my mother is a very strong woman, and she also said the same to me, she wants me to be admitted to the world's top art and design college, I have no way to resist, I have to obey her arrangement from childhood to adulthood. ”

Lei Yun couldn't help but sigh, it seems that every family really has a scripture that is difficult to read, and the life of a rich person cannot escape trouble and helplessness.

"So I was admitted to the world's top art and design school - the Royal College of Art in the United Kingdom, and according to my mother's arrangement, after graduation, I joined the film and television media company owned by the French family, specializing in brand marketing. ”

I see.

Lei Yun nodded subconsciously, no wonder the French family would choose to sponsor and have fun in time, it turned out that it was all promoted by Mia.

"My mom always wanted to be in the top class of Europe, so she didn't allow me to speak Chinese on any occasion, didn't allow me to make friends with people of color, and had to party regularly with the rich and powerful children of the rich. ”

Lei Yun smacked his tongue secretly when he heard this, sure enough, there must be a mother and a daughter, Mia can develop into today's annoying 'banana man', it seems that her mother has also done a lot of work behind the scenes.

"I've endured all this, I've listened to her for everything she asked me to do, but now she's asking me to marry the heir of the LVMH group for her own business!"

For a moment, Thundercloud suddenly realized, and he remembered that when he first met Mia, she seemed to have gotten off the plane with a white man who was either rich or noble, and she seemed very unimpressed by that person's hospitality.

"Didn't she say that the most unreliable man in the world is a man? I listened to her, and I had never looked at any man in my eyes! But now she wants me to marry a man I don't even know??"

Mia's emotions suddenly became excited, as if she had never confided in anyone, and now in this foreign country, after experiencing the hardships of life and death, she finally had the opportunity to vomit!

"Isn't that ridiculous?!"

This sudden question made Lei Yun's head a little confused, he scratched his head in embarrassment, and guessed with some uncertainty.

"Maybe it's because your mother doesn't believe in love and doesn't believe in men... So simply arrange a wealthy marriage for you, at least you won't have to worry about any problems financially in the future. ”

After speaking, Lei Yun nodded to himself, feeling that what he said still made some sense.

Of course, his mother arranged it like this, and then developed his French family, which is naturally a matter of pushing the boat along the water.

After all, LVMH is the world's top luxury group, standing at the top of the entire world fashion circle, and belongs to the top elite class at the top of the pyramid!

Since her mother wants to enter the top upper class with her head squeezed, she naturally will not let go of this great opportunity.

"So you can sacrifice my happiness at will? Just arrange for me to marry an unmasked man??"

But Mia doesn't care about these at all, not some first-line luxury group in high society, but her own happiness and her inner feelings!

"She was originally a person who only thinks about herself, and can do anything to achieve her goals, you know what is the most ridiculous, in order to prove that my father is a bastard, she even said that Chinese are such bastards!"

Lei Yun's eyes widened in astonishment, this kind of thing is really unheard of!

"She didn't let me see my father, didn't allow me to go to China, told me that China is just a loess plateau, there are no high-rise buildings, the economy is sluggish, and I can only rely on the relief of developed countries in the West..."

As she spoke, Mia seemed to feel even more ridiculous that she would believe these nonsense words, and squeezed out an extremely ugly smile on her face.

"But what about today? Why is only China's rescue the first to arrive? Why are Chinese not all bastards? Why do Chinese repay grievances with virtue? Why? Why?"

It wasn't until the Chinese in front of her suddenly turned around and grabbed her arm and ran towards the life-saving straw that she understood what her father meant when she was a child...

In retrospect, when he came to Europe alone as a Chinese and carved out his own place in a field dominated by white men, would his excellence and virtue change in any way because of his skin color?

Those whites, whites who call themselves elites, don't have anything dirty in their stomachs?

The so-called racial discrimination, the so-called nobility of the race, how ridiculous does it seem at this moment?

At that moment, Mia seemed to feel that some kind of heart knot had been untied, she was not feeling inferior to the yellow skin on her body, she was not ashamed that she was a Chinese!

She can face her own background and race, she can accept everything that cannot be changed, and she wants to say it again, solemnly, again!

"Thank you, really... It's not just today's thing, it's all..."