Ye Shuangyin clung to Madam Ye's arm, shaking it back and forth, "Mom, I know I was wrong, and from now on I'll listen to you. I'll follow whatever you and dad arrange, I'll marry Sheng Tingyuan, and become the young Madam of the Sheng family!"
Madam Ye looked at her daughter who had become sensible, at her skinny frame that was almost skeletal, at the countless wounds on her arms, and her heart ached immensely.
The position of the young Madam of the Sheng family had always been meant for her daughter.
Sheng Tingyuan, too, was meant for her daughter!
Wiping her eyes, she turned to look at Chuyi, "Chuyi, the matter of you replacing my daughter to marry Sheng Tingyuan ends here! From now on, there's no need for you to replace her anymore. My daughter has come back, and everything should return to its proper course. That's right, isn't it?"
Chuyi came to the Ye family precisely to discuss revealing her false identity as the wealthy heiress with Madam Ye.
