When Tang Ran returned home, a low pressure rushed towards her.

"Tang Ran, you stop me!" Song Jiayi drank and looked at her with angry eyes. "How can you do such a thing?!"

"What is this kind of thing?"

Song Jiayi saw her puzzled face, and her blood pressure rose in anger.

How could this happen to her daughter.

Why didn't she learn from Ru'er to be more sensible and let them worry less?

Song Jiayi held her forehead, feeling dizzy in front of her, and her body swayed, as if she was about to fall down at any time.

Zhang's mother was about to step forward to help, when the roar of a car came from the door, and a tall figure got out of the car. The man had a handsome face, dressed in a famous brand, and strode directly into the house with a faint excitement on his face.

"Young Master, are you back?" Zhang's mother shouted in surprise.

Song Jiayi's attitude softened instantly after seeing Tang Junzhe, and Zhang's mother stepped forward to support her.

Tang Junzhe's eyes were locked on Tang Ran at a glance, and a touch of surprise and astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Tang Junzhe retracted his gaze and walked quickly towards Song Jiayi.

"What's wrong with Mom?" Tang Junzhe asked with concern.

Zhang's mother was embarrassed, and glanced at Tang Ran out of the corner of her eyes.

Tang Junzhe glanced at his dazed mother, then looked indifferent, and looked at Tang Ran again with an indifferent expression, his eyebrows twisted slightly.

"Send my mother to the bedroom first, and then contact Dr. Jiang to come and have a look." Tang Junzhe calmly ordered.

"Yes."

The servants quickly did as he was told.

When Song Jiayi settled down, Tang Junzhe came out of the master bedroom, just in time to see Tang Ran preparing to go back to the house, and walked directly towards her.

A touch of anger flashed in Tang Junzhe's eyes, and he held the door frame with both hands to block her from closing the door.

"Do you live in this room?" There was a pent-up anger in his voice.

Tang Ran ignored him and sat on the specially made sofa by himself, looking at him calmly with eyes as clear as water.

Tang Junzhe watched her sit on the sofa made for Ru'er, and his face sank slightly. "This is Ru'er's room. You're too domineering to occupy her room as soon as you come back. “

"Overbearing?" Tang Ran smiled. "Is she very kind to have occupied my life for more than ten years?"

Tang Junzhe knew that she had resentment in her heart, but this was not a reason why she could seize other people's things.

He didn't want to talk to her either, and his eyes fell on the couch beneath her. "Stand up, I'll give this sofa to Ru'er, not to you. I can buy you another one if you want. ”

"Yours? Are you sure? ”

Tang Junzhe only felt that her question was a little ridiculous. "Of course."

"You bought it?"

Tang Junzhe frowned.

"Excuse me, are you working? Is there an income? ”

Tang Junzhe's eyes sank and he stared at her unhappily.

Tang Ran's eyes looked at him carefully from top to bottom. "What you eat, drink, use, and wear now is all the money my father earns, and you spend my Tang family's money, but you point fingers at the only daughter of the Tang family and show off your might. Won't you be ashamed? Or are you simply an ungrateful white-eyed wolf? ”

Tang Junzhe is an orphan who was adopted by Lin's father and Song Jiayi. In the final analysis, the only person in this family who is related to them by blood is Tang Ran.

However, the ending of the novel is four people who are not related by blood, love each other and live happily together. And she became a victim of their exchange for benefits.

Why is this happening?

Isn't she listening to them enough?

Or were their lives not good enough in the past?

Or rather, because they don't have any feelings for each other other other than blood relations, they are easily given up and sacrificed.

The love from childhood to adulthood is indeed more important than that poor blood relationship.

"What you buy with the Tang family's money, that's the Tang family. It's the Tang family, and it's mine. So, this sofa, this room, it's all mine. ”

Tang Junzhe was angry, he really didn't expect that his parents' biological daughter would be such an unreasonable person.

"The sofa was designed by myself. This should always be mine, right? ”

"Are you sure you designed this sofa?" Tang Ran looked surprised.

Tang Junzhe was pleased with her surprised expression. "Of course."

"Heh, it's the first time I've found that someone can plagiarize so openly, and so shamelessly say that someone else's original is their own."

Tang Ran sat up straight, supported his chin with one hand, and squinted at the sofa slightly. "The designer of this sofa is obviously the style launched by Master Truss the year before. If I'm not mistaken, you copied the style from the master of Truss, and the lace on it should be your idea. ”

"When I first saw this sofa, I was still thinking, Master Truss's level has dropped to this level, why do you still add those nondescript lace on the sand back?"

"Now I finally get it. It turns out that this is your bad deed, originally this sofa was worth millions, but after adding these nondescript lace, it can only be worth tens of thousands. What a shame, what a shame. Tang Ran had a regretful expression.

After being exposed, Tang Junzhe's face turned red. I don't know if it's shame or anger, though.

In the novel, the sofa was exposed as plagiarizing Truss's style, and in order to keep Tang Junzhe's reputation, the Tang family pulled out Tang Ran as a top bag, saying that she designed it.

People in high society know what's going on, only people online don't.

This incident was stabbed by Tang Ru on the Internet, which caused Tang Ran to encounter a cyber violence. During that time, Tang Ran was harassed by strangers twenty-four hours a day, and was even followed by others. What's more, she was also poured sulfuric acid. Fortunately, she was clever and hid quickly, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

When all kinds of bad things happened, the Tang family did not help her, but blamed her for causing trouble and blamed her for losing the face of the Tang family.

Have they ever wondered whose fault it is?

Is it her?

Is she the one who plagiarized?

Did she disgrace the Tang family?

In the final analysis, Tang Ruiping and Song Jiayi don't care about Tang Ran, don't care about her feelings, don't care about everything about her, so they can easily give up on her, and they can let her block the gun without any psychological burden.

"Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret for you. After all, it's a shame, and my face is disgraced. Who called your surname Tang? I don't want to embarrass the Tang Group because of you, and I don't want to make my father's company suffer because of you. Tang Ran's eyes withdrew from the door as if nothing had happened.

Tang Ruiping, who was standing at the door, happened to see this scene and heard Tang Ran's righteous and awe-inspiring words.

Tang Ruiping showed a relieved expression and walked into the room. "Your brother and sister have already met, so I don't need to introduce you. Ah Zhe, take care of Tang Ran more in the future. She suffered a lot of grievances outside. As an older brother, you have to take care of her and can't let others bully her. ”

Tang Junzhe saw that his father was thinking about Tang Ran in his eyes but ignored Ru'er's sister, and his dissatisfaction made him feel more and more distressed about Tang Ru.

In the past half a month, she has to face her strange-tempered sister every day, how sad and sad her heart must be.

Tang Junzhe sneered, "She's so powerful, do you still need me to take care of her?" I'll go see Ru'er. ”

Tang Ruiping was a little angry, but his dissatisfaction was fleeting. "Xiao Ran, you are the wisest. Ignore his words. ”

"My brother and sister Ru'er have such a good relationship. It's enviable. At first glance, I thought it was a couple. Tang Ran's meaningful words seemed to be inadvertent.

"Nonsense." Tang Ruiping glared at her angrily.

Nonsense? Whether it's nonsense or not, she will let everyone know in the future.