Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life Chapter 1158 - 1147: When the Daughter Is the Supporting Character and the Younger Sister Is the Protagonist

"Little sister, I'm truly unsure what gift would be fitting for your birthday. I have several residences in prime locations; would you care to select one?" Ye Qiu inquired, generously offering Ye Yun her choice of valuable properties.

However, Ye Yun's interpretation deviated from her elder sister's intention, causing her heart to flutter. What could her elder sister possibly mean? Was she implying that now that Ye Yun had come of age, she should establish her own independent household? Was her sister harboring a sense of apprehension towards her?

Ye Yun experienced a dual sensation of indignation and exhilaration. Indignant because, despite having no aspirations to vie for control of the conglomerate, her elder sister treated her with such perceived suspicion; exhilarated because she felt she had finally demonstrated her maturity, proving herself a formidable presence capable of posing a challenge to her sister.

"Elder sister, isn't it a bit too valuable?" she responded politely, declining the offer.

"It's merely a dwelling, hardly an extravagant treasure." Over the years, due to Mei Chunli's unwavering attentiveness and thoughtful consideration towards both Ye Yun and Xiao Shu, Ye Yun had let down her guard regarding her family's dynamics, not paying particular heed to Ye Yun's underlying motives.

Alternatively, it could be attributed to the reborn Ye Yun's remarkable adeptness at concealing her true sentiments, leaving no discernible traces of her inner turmoil.

"Your elder sister possesses considerable assets; you should accept it if she is offering it to you." Ye Changfeng chimed in with a chuckle. "Since your elder sister is bestowing a house upon you, I shall present you with an automobile. You are eighteen now, old enough to obtain your driver's license and navigate the roads independently. I have already commissioned two vehicles from abroad; you can visit the garage later and decide which one appeals to your taste."

Observing her father's nonchalant demeanor, Ye Yun felt a twinge of melancholy. Both were his daughters, yet separated by different mothers, was the disparity in treatment truly so pronounced?

She recalled hearing that her elder sister had received a substantial stake in the company on her eighteenth birthday, while she was only being offered two cars – a paltry offering compared to ownership in the conglomerate.

It was undeniably true that one could only truly depend on oneself. A fierce determination ignited within her to astonish everyone and garner all the accolades; she vowed to surpass her sister and prove to the world that she was by no means inferior.

"Mother, how have these past years treated you? Has Father been attentive to your needs?" Following the evening meal, Mei Chunli sought out her daughter's room for a private conversation.

Noticing the concern reflected in her daughter's gaze, her expression softened. "Your father has been very good to me; you needn't concern yourself with my well-being. It is you whom I worry about. Have you made a decision regarding your academic path, both the institution and your chosen field of study?"

"I have made my decision; I will be pursuing finance at A University," Ye Yun declared with unwavering resolve.

However, Mei Chunli's brow furrowed with apprehension. "Finance? What prompts this particular choice of major? Have you not dedicated yourself to mastering the violin throughout your formative years? Why not consider the arts faculty?"

"Mother," Ye Yun replied, a hint of displeasure coloring her tone, "I am the second young lady of the esteemed Ye Family. Should I not leverage such advantageous resources and established connections? Do you envision me solely as a budding musician?"

"What is so lamentable about that? Artists garner significant respect in contemporary society."

"That is not my desired aspiration. I possess a clear aptitude for entrepreneurial endeavors. I find immense satisfaction in the realm of business, and my ultimate ambition is to establish and lead my own corporate empire," Ye Yun articulated with palpable ambition.

"But..." Mei Chunli voiced her hesitation.

"Oh, Mother, I comprehend your reservations. You are concerned that Elder Sister might develop suspicions, are you not? I am transparent and forthright in my intentions. She already holds dominion over the entire conglomerate; why would she harbor fears of me? It's not as though I intend to usurp anything from her," Ye Yun stated, her voice tinged with indignation. "You constantly fret over various possibilities. By attempting to appease everyone, are you not inadvertently disregarding my own feelings?"

"That is not my intention." Mei Chunli's anxiety mounted at the sight of her daughter's distress. "You are my own flesh and blood; how could I possibly not desire the very best for you? It is precisely this concern for your potential hurt that makes me hesitant to see you pitted against your elder sister."

"Engaging in my own professional pursuits does not equate to opposition! Furthermore, is Father not also present? These days, Father is not as dismissive of you and me as he once was. I am confident that if Elder Sister were to target me unjustly, Father would undoubtedly intervene to protect us."

Perceiving her mother's continued silence, Ye Yun pressed on. "Mother, forging my own career path is my deepest aspiration. Would you truly wish to personally extinguish this dream, condemning me to a life of unfulfilled potential and becoming a subject of ridicule? Could you truly bear witness to such a fate?"

"How could I possibly endure seeing you mocked by others? Yet, my apprehension persists," Mei Chunli confessed, her face etched with worry. She found it unbearable to witness her daughter's potential suffering and silently blamed herself for her perceived inadequacy. "It is solely due to my humble background that I am unable to offer you any substantial assistance."

"Mother, naturally, you possess the capacity to aid me," Ye Yun's eyes alight with a newfound idea. "Your amiable rapport with Father represents the most significant advantage I possess. My intention is to leverage Father's extensive connections in the future. Should Elder Sister object or harbor suspicions, Father, mindful of your influence, will assuredly safeguard our interests."

"Do you truly believe this strategy will be effective?" Mei Chunli inquired, her voice betraying her doubt.

"Why wouldn't it work?" Ye Yun gently reasoned. "In the past, Dad treated you politely, but now he sincerely considers you, even extending his care to me? As long as Dad loves you a little more, people won't look down on us. I'm not asking you to do anything wrong. Isn't loving Dad a fact? Dad has already felt your love; now, it's your turn to make him realize his love for you."

Mei Chunli's face flushed. "We're at this age, what are you talking about with love? Besides, we've been married for eighteen years. Everything has become a habit. Your dad doesn't have that kind of heart anymore."

"How could he not?" Ye Yun countered. "Everyone longs for love. Nowadays, Dad depends on you, Mom. If you two go on a trip, or if you feign illness just once, wouldn't Dad be worried for you? At that moment, he will surely recognize his true feelings."

To be completely honest, Mei Chunli was somewhat swayed. She had loved her husband for so many years and genuinely couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Whether within this family or outside, the presence of his first wife was everywhere, with constant praise for Ye Qiu's mother—how beautiful, intelligent, and capable she was.

She understood she couldn't compare, but that woman had been deceased for many years, and she was now the man's wife. Could he truly only feel gratitude towards her, devoid of any love?

She dared not compare herself to the stepdaughter's mother, yet she was equally unwilling to accept their situation. The husband's dependence and fondness in recent years had emboldened her. She hoped that in the future, it would be her lying in the same grave as her husband. She hoped when she stepped out, people would respectfully address her as Mrs. Ye, and her daughter would no longer endure the same hardships she faced.

Having swallowed indignities for years alongside her daughter, she simply wished for a modicum of love or indulgence. Could she possibly attain that?

Not wanting to personally crush her daughter’s dreams, just for this one time, she would deceive her husband. If her husband truly loved her, she would have no regrets, even in death.

If her husband truly held no affection for her, then from that point onward, she would live quietly with her daughter, never again harboring any illusions.