Hot Search Alert! The Princess Goes Viral Worldwide-Chapter 122

Just as Huo Junya was brimming with confidence, Susu was watching her coldly through the surveillance footage.

Feng Chengxi covered her mouth, her eyes wide with astonishment.

Earlier, when the Empress of Smoke had asked her to install cameras in the underground parking lot, she had thought it was pointless. Never did she expect it would expose Huo Junya and Liu Dong’s scheme.

She glanced subtly at Susu, wondering what choice she would make.

Would she give up on reuniting with Huo Sanchun, letting Huo Junya take the family fortune?

Or would she endure the pain and return home with Huo Sanchun?

Honestly, Feng Chengxi herself didn’t know what to choose. Both options were agonizing.

"Elder Sister Nanyan?" Susu turned to Gu Nanyan, seeking guidance.

Gu Nanyan remained silent. This was her way of teaching.

First, she would acknowledge the child’s emotions, pulling them out of despair and offering them reassurance.

Then, she would lay out the harsh truth, helping them see beyond the immediate pain and broaden their perspective.

Right now, Susu misunderstood Huo Sanchun and refused to acknowledge her as her mother.

But what about years later? Would she regret letting Huo Junya take everything?

Gu Nanyan was willing to help, but assistance required wisdom.

Too much kindness could breed resentment—she had seen it too often in her years ruling Great Qi.

She admired Susu’s resilience and pitied her suffering, but she would not carry her burdens or dictate her future.

This was not ancient times. Everyone was responsible for their own life.

She presented the facts and let Susu decide.

When Gu Nanyan didn’t respond, Susu felt lost. But soon, she steeled herself.

She couldn’t forgive Huo Sanchun, but she refused to let Liu Dong and Huo Junya win. Why should villains prosper? frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Susu admitted she wasn’t saintly—she couldn’t let go of her grudges.

"Elder Sister Nanyan," Susu said firmly, "Can I have a copy of the footage?"

A flicker of approval crossed Gu Nanyan’s eyes. She loved Susu’s tenacity—how she always picked herself up, no matter the hardship.

"Of course." Gu Nanyan signaled Feng Chengxi to make the copy.

After Feng Chengxi left, Susu knelt beside Gu Nanyan and poured out her heart:

"Elder Sister Nanyan, when I first learned Huo Sanchun was my mother, I was furious. I hated her—why did she lose me? Why was she so careless?

Thinking of my years of suffering, then seeing Huo Junya living in luxury, I couldn’t bear it.

I wanted revenge. I wanted Huo Sanchun to suffer, to feel the pain of losing her real daughter. I even thought of ending my life—just to make them regret everything.

But now, I realize how childish that was.

Weak people hurt themselves to make others regret. It’s like those cliché romance novels where the heroine dies of illness, leaving the hero to wallow in guilt.

‘The heroine only lost her life, but the hero lost the ability to love!’"

Susu scoffed at the last line.

Once, she’d cried over such stories—especially the tragic historical romances where the emperor, left with an empty throne, drowned in loneliness.

Now? She just wanted to laugh.

She refused to be weak. Hurting herself wouldn’t change anything. Huo Sanchun’s regret meant nothing—Susu was the one who’d suffered.

She had made up her mind: she wouldn’t forgive Huo Sanchun, but she wouldn’t let Huo Junya win either.

With the footage in hand, she waited for Huo Sanchun at the hotel.

She had prepared herself to stay calm, but the moment she saw Huo Sanchun, she broke down.

Tears choked her words.

She was too hurt, too angry.

She hated Huo Sanchun—for failing to protect her, for letting Liu Dong swap them, for not realizing sooner.

And she hated her even more for framing her.

Susu could never forgive her.

"I’m sorry, Susu. I’m so sorry."

Huo Sanchun was frantic, her own grief just as deep. But as an adult, she couldn’t crumble like a child.

She could only apologize over and over, promising to make it up to her.

Susu lifted her tear-swollen eyes and asked coldly:

"If I weren’t your daughter, would you be proud of your schemes? Would you think ruining an innocent girl was no big deal?

Even if my life was destroyed, would you just sigh and move on?

Tell me—would you?"

Huo Sanchun paled, her lips trembling too much to speak.

Susu sneered.

"I won’t forgive you. You hired trolls to slander me—those wounds are real.

You’re my birth mother, so I won’t sue you. But I will never forgive you.

Both of you disgust me.

I’m ashamed to have you as my mother and Liu Dong as my foster mother.

I didn’t choose my past, but my future is mine to shape."

"Susu," Huo Sanchun’s heart clenched. "Don’t you want to come home? Or… do you prefer staying with Liu Dong?"

Susu looked down. "Elder Sister Nanyan said she’ll be my guardian. Give up your rights."

Huo Sanchun felt like she’d been stabbed. "Susu… is there really no chance?"

Susu didn’t answer, her resolve unshaken.

Defeated, Huo Sanchun crouched before her, eyes brimming with remorse.

Before leaving, Susu sent her a video.

"What is this?" Huo Sanchun asked.

Susu met her gaze. "It’s about Huo Junya."

Huo Sanchun frowned but said nothing.

Outside, leaning against the hallway, she played the footage.

Seeing Huo Junya gloating about taking her fortune, Huo Sanchun almost laughed.

Just like her birth mother, Liu Dong.

She had planned to support Huo Junya’s education out of lingering affection.

But now? The girl was nothing but an ungrateful snake.

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Fine. Let Liu Dong have her back.

At least this way, Susu wouldn’t suffer.

Time to set things right.