Chapter 287: Chapter 287

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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, “Mom… can I call you Mom?”

As soon as the words came out, Wen Hui couldn’t hold back her tears. She couldn’t help but hug her and cry. “My child, my poor child. Mom thought I’d never see you again in this life. Mom misses you so much.”

Jiang Xiaoman was a little at loss. The tip of her nose was filled with the smell of this woman, and it wasn’t bad. On the contrary, she smelled very good and comfortable. She must have had the habit of using perfume. Even now when she wasn’t wearing any, she still had a sweet fragrance. But Jiang Xiaoman felt that her embrace wasn’t 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, “Did I scare you?”

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 didn’t know in advance that Jiang Xiaoman would come, so she didn’t 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.

Wen Hui said, “You came so suddenly and we haven’t made any preparations. When your father, grandparents and your… your sister comes back, we will have a family banquet to welcome you home. If there’s anything you’re not used to, just say it. Everyone at home has been waiting for your return.”

“Everything’s good, it’s just… I’ve never done this at home.” Jiang Xiaoman lowered her eyes and said in a low voice.

They were treating her too politely, just like a guest. It felt as if she was just a neighbor’s kid.

Wen Hui thought that she was saying that she had never enjoyed these kinds of pastries and refreshments before, and felt even more guilty and distressed. She immediately said, “This is nothing, this is British black tea, and the pastries are made by the family baker, it’s not available elsewhere. If you like it—”

“Ah, no.” Jiang Xiaoman put down the exquisite black tea cup and smiled lightly, “I’m not used to eating something like this.”

“It’s okay, don’t eat if you’re not used to it. I’ll take you to learn slowly in the future.”

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoman tilted his head and asked her, “What does Mom want me to learn?”

“Just… some basic social etiquette and so on. No one taught you them before, but Mom will teach you well in the future.” After Wen Hui finished speaking, she suddenly realized that this didn’t seem to be the atmosphere that should be there when meeting relatives. She looked down a little awkwardly, and could only cover up her embarrassment by pouring a cup of black tea for Xiaoman.

She found that she didn’t seem to know how to get along with the child.

After all, she had been lost for 15 years. Although every time she thought of Xiaoman her heart felt as if it was being cut to pieces, and she always imagined about how she would treat her with love when she found her, but when the time came, she found that getting along with people was not that simple.

Wen Hui’s spirit was down.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoman said softly, “What if I don’t want to learn?”

She didn’t want to learn? How could this be?

Wen Hui couldn’t watch her child having no motivation to improve. She was about to lose her temper, but when she thought about it, her child probably hadn’t had a good life. How could she demand more from her?

It was already good that she could find her again.

Wen Hui smiled, “You didn’t need a lot of things before, but that doesn’t mean you won’t be able to use them in the future. You still have to learn what you have to learn. Mom won’t do anything that would be bad for you.”

Jiang Xiaoman blinked, and threw another straight ball with an innocent face, “Will Mom hate me because I am not good enough?”

“Of course not.” Wen Hui said, “Why would a mother hate her child?”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

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, “Actually, I didn’t come today to return to the Wen family, but to give an explanation.”

“What?” Wen Hui said sharply, “This kid, what nonsense are you saying?”

“I’m living well now. In the future, I will still live with them, and I won’t move in here.” 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.