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She just tightened the strap of her schoolbag, then looked at the woman in front of her who was nominally her biological mother, and said crisply, âMom... can I call you Mom?â
As soon as the words came out, Wen Hui couldnât hold back her tears. She couldnât help but hug her and cry. âMy child, my poor child. Mom thought Iâd never see you again in this life. Mom misses you so much.â
Jiang Xiaoman was a little at loss. The tip of her nose was filled with the smell of this woman, and it wasnât bad. On the contrary, she smelled very good and comfortable. She must have had the habit of using perfume. Even now when she wasnât wearing any, she still had a sweet fragrance. But Jiang Xiaoman felt that her embrace wasnât warm enough.
She stood still and let Wen Hui hug her, trying her best to squeeze out her tears, wanting to cry along. But she found out that nothing would come out, so she gave up and could only pat Wen Hui on her back to comfort her.
After Wen Hui finished crying, she wiped away her tears and became embarrassed, âDid I scare you?â
Jiang Xiaoman shook her head.
Wen Hui took her hand and led her into the house.
Old Madam Wen was accompanying her husband in the hospital. She didnât know in advance that Jiang Xiaoman would come, so she didnât make it back in time. Liang Yuanqing was still out of town and making his way back. Liang Siyu was not at home either, so at this moment, Wen Hui was the only one at home.
She had tea and cakes served, and the mother and daughter pair sat on the sofa chatting.
At this moment, Jiang Xiaoman said softly, âWhat if I donât want to learn?â
She didnât want to learn? How could this be?
Wen Hui couldnât watch her child having no motivation to improve. She was about to lose her temper, but when she thought about it, her child probably hadnât had a good life. How could she demand more from her?
It was already good that she could find her again.
Wen Hui smiled, âYou didnât need a lot of things before, but that doesnât mean you wonât be able to use them in the future. You still have to learn what you have to learn. Mom wonât do anything that would be bad for you.â
Jiang Xiaoman blinked, and threw another straight ball with an innocent face, âWill Mom hate me because I am not good enough?â
âOf course not.â Wen Hui said, âWhy would a mother hate her child?â
Jiang Xiaoman nodded thoughtfully. She put one hand on her schoolbag and traced out the shape of the brick. After a while, she picked up her schoolbag and said politely, âActually, I didnât come today to return to the Wen family, but to give an explanation.â
âWhat?â Wen Hui said sharply, âThis kid, what nonsense are you saying?â
âIâm living well now. In the future, I will still live with them, and I wonât move in here.â Jiang Xiaoman still remembered that adopted daughter Liang Siyu, and the hint of mockery in her eyes. She remembered how she had kicked Fragrance before.