I married a petty hooligan in place of my sister, living a life of poverty. Who knew that my husband would suddenly transform into a mysteriously powerful and influential tycoon?
Jiang Can co...
There were still traces of crying on her face.
Lin Yuqing held her daughter's hand tenderly and immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."
"Mom, please don't say that!" Jiang Mianmian looked at her. "It's my fault. I've been so focused on work lately that I've neglected my family."
“I’ve neglected both of your mothers.” Jiang Mianmian gently touched her face. “I know you both really want me to be with you, right?”
“Little Yuzi…” Lin Yuqing’s voice choked, and her eyes instantly reddened.
“Xia Zhi told me about this,” Jiang Mianmian said frankly. “Actually, when I heard her say it just now, I was really anxious and angry… I was anxious about my mother’s condition, and I was also angry that you didn’t tell me anything.”
“But I soon understood…” Jiang Mianmian said with tears in her eyes, “You were all doing this for me, you didn’t want me to worry.”
"Mom," she said, placing her small hand on Lin Yuqing's hand, "Could I take some time... to take care of my mother? Don't worry, I'll come back every day."
"Because I... I want to spend quality time with both of you. Because you are the most important people in my life!"
Lin Yuqing burst into tears and hugged her daughter tightly.
Before entering this room, she had countless images of Jiang Mianmian blaming her in her mind.
She even thought that Jiang Mianmian might be instigated by someone and hate her because of this.
But now that her daughter is so sensible, it surprises her, but it also breaks her heart.
All the grievances and hardships of the past twenty years have vanished at this moment.
The lingering resentment she harbored towards Jiang Youcai and Su Aiqian had all faded away.
Having a daughter like this makes all the suffering she endures worthwhile...
Jiang Mianmian hugged her and gently stroked her back. At this moment, it was as if the roles had been reversed. She was a gentle mother, and Lin Yuqing had become a crying child.
"Ahem, um..." A deep voice suddenly came from the doorway, "May I... may I come in?"