Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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“You’re being too polite with Grandma? Don’t you always need Grandma to feed you?”
Qin Baishi smiled gently, afraid of making her precious granddaughter uncomfortable.
“…”
The original owner was really something else. She was already 16 years old and still needed her grandma to feed her. Was she a giant baby?
Yun Zheng insisted on eating by herself, and Qin Baishi, being very accommodating, agreed, though her expression seemed to hold a hint of regret.
Yun Zheng, “…”
This was more than just pampering; it was treating her like a cripple. If it weren’t for the undeniable affection in Qin Baishi’s eyes, she would have suspected that this was spoiling her rotten.
Qin Zhihua, standing to the side, observed Yun Zheng’s reaction with some surprise.
Why did her daughter seem different after waking up?
Not only did she no longer have a gloomy face all the time, but her speech also became more humane, unlike her previous impatience.
Yun Zheng looked at the large bowl of sweet potato rice and steamed egg in front of her.
In the countryside during an era when grain was more precious than gold, this was considered the best food. So she asked, “Grandma, Mom, have you eaten?”
Qin Baishi was startled; she hadn’t been cared for by her granddaughter in so long, and her eyes instantly reddened.
She nodded excitedly, making Yun Zheng unsure what to do with her hands and feet. It was just a casual question, yet Qin Baishi was so easily moved.
Qin Zhihua was even more dramatic, tears streaming down her face. Yun Zheng, looking anxious, asked, “Mom, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
“Zheng’er, you’re finally willing to call me ‘Mom’ again, waah…”
Qin Zhihua covered her mouth and sobbed softly, a mixture of surprise and emotion, as if years of pent-up grievances had suddenly poured out.
Yun Zheng’s heart ached.
Tracing back in her memories, the original owner was quite cute and sensible before the age of ten. But everything changed after Qin Zhihua divorced her husband when she was ten.
Perhaps the original owner, living with the Qin family, didn’t cherish what she had obtained so easily.
The original host had been pampered since childhood. So suddenly losing one person who doted on her made her feel constantly uncomfortable. So she began to think that her father was the best, completely ignoring the love and care given to her by the Qin family.
On top of that, her close friend Cheng Xuening would subtly instigate her from time to time. The original host thus increasingly came to believe that Qin Zhihua was useless— that she couldn’t even keep a man— and blamed her for her losing her father. She grew deeply resentful and even refused to call her “mother” ever again.
Yet Qin Zhihua continued to love her dearly. Every time she was snubbed by her daughter, she would hide away and cry in secret.
Yun Zheng felt like punching the original host— after all, she lived off the Qin family yet sided with an ill-intentioned outsider and even disowned her own mother.
But speaking of that fake friend— heh~
“Mom, I used to be ignorant and hurt you. Will you forgive me?”
Qin Zhihua was overjoyed— how could she possibly refuse to forgive? She nodded vigorously. Her wishes were simple: as long as her daughter still acknowledged her, she would have no regrets even in death.
“Qin Yunzhen, this is your doing again!”
At that moment, an angry voice pierced through, interrupting the warmth in the room.
The newcomer was Qin Shuanglu, the third daughter of Qin Baishi, and the original owner’s third aunt.
The woman was simply dressed, with a pretty face, but her expression was too ferocious, making her seem mean-spirited.
As soon as she entered, she pointed at Yun Zheng and demanded an explanation,
“Qin Yunzheng, I’m asking you, did you give all ten jin of grain coupons I hid under the bed to the Cheng family?”
Before Yun Zheng could speak, Qin Baishi, who couldn’t stand anyone saying a bad word about her granddaughter, angrily shouted back, “Qin Shuanglu, are you trying to kill me? Who told you to yell at my precious little girl like that? If you scare her, I’ll beat you to death, you hear me?!”
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