Mistaken identity. Unreciprocated first love. Worst first impression. All the bad ingredients that connected Qing and Dayu's fate together. Both of them thought they chose the other one, for obvious reasons. But only one of them got it right. The ot...
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Present Day
Wang Family Residence
Ann's POV
"Ann...!! You finally came..!" Wang Lin, Qing's mother, my aunt lunged towards me as she saw me walking towards the family living room.
'Auntie.." I welcomed her hug and received the kiss she gave on my cheek.
"Xiao An...!" My uncle, Wang ManHo hugged me after my aunt and then we sat together on the couch.
"How have you been doing, child..?" Auntie Wang Lin asked, holding my hand in hers, patting it gently. They'd been with me, a week, sleeping over at our house after baba passed away not wanting me to feel alone. I told them that I was alright, and that I wasn't alone because there were other people in the house, the housekeepers and the kitchen staffs. I wasn't alone. Still; they stayed with me; knowing that I really actually needed the company. As much as I loved our house helpers, they still kept their distance from me, because maybe u used to treat them so badly in the past. They're wary of me even to this day. They've forgiven me- or at least I hoped they have but, they still weren't as close to me as they were with my parents. And I don't blame them. It'd take time; to create a bond like that.
"Were you very busy..? You have not visited for a few weeks.." Uncle ManHo asked.
As always, Qing's mother and father really showed their worries and concern over my well-being.
There was a time, years ago that I mocked and then detested this kind of affection. Qing's side of the family was the warm, full of expression and happy type of family compared to my own quiet, and keeping to ourselves, side. Hence, it was a wonder, why such a cheerful family, could have such a 'cold' and 'unfeeling' child like Qing as their son. But I guess, it was because of that, that Qing and I could get along. We were both the 'cold' and 'unfeeling' type. Yet, how our parents perceived us, were completely different.
Qing didn't bring his parents trouble; he's a straight A student, and he hung out with decent people; whilst I always struggled with my study mainly because I hung out with delinquents in and out of school. I used to be a model student once, when I was in primary and in middle school. I started changing when I began high school. I started to get tired of all the same boring stuff that I thought my parents were expecting of me; being a Wang, and heir to the Wang Medical Company. I got tired of keeping up appearances and of maintaining my grades. I wanted to go out and have fun. I didn't have Qing by my side then; he had already graduated high school and he had enrolled in Peking University by that time. He didn't have time for me anymore. Not that, it would make any difference though because at that time I hated everybody.
