It was Zhao Ruobin who opened the door. When he saw her, his face showed joy, "Sister, you're here."

He looked behind her again and asked, "Are you here alone?"

"Well, I'm alone."

Some things she has to rely on herself, and he can't always protect her.

Zhao Ruobin took the gift from her hand, welcomed her in, and said warmly:

"Sister, my parents will be very happy to see you."

Are you happy?

Not necessarily.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw Zhao Hairong and Lin Qingrou sitting on the sofa, talking and laughing, looking very comfortable.

There is also an old acquaintance - Lin Wanqing.

Why didn't she think about that?

They both have the surname Lin and their styles of doing things are quite similar. It turns out that Lin Qingrou is Lin Wanqing's aunt.

The smile on Lin Qingrou's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a frosty expression. She snorted coldly at Song Xijiao, turned her head away, unwilling to look at her.

A second-hand product, marrying Pei Zhiting, what's so arrogant about it? Shame on you.

Zhao Hairong just glanced at her indifferently and continued to chat and laugh with Lin Wanqing.

They have given her ways out time and time again, but she is ungrateful and unwilling to accept the favor. There is no need for them to keep trying to please them.

"Ruo Bin, let's go. I'm only here to see the nanny."

She came to Zhao's house today just to see Zhao's mother. As for other people, she had no intention of dealing with them.

"Okay, I'll take you there."

Zhao Ruobin put the gift aside and took Song Xijiao to Zhao's mother's bedroom.

A hint of resentment flashed in Lin Qingrou's eyes, and she gave Lin Wanqing a look.

Lin Wanqing understood, found an excuse and followed.

In the bedroom.

Zhao's mother is eighty-one years old. She is lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, wondering what she is thinking.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she slowly turned her head. When she saw Song Xijiao, a light flashed in her originally cloudy eyes, and she stretched out her hand tremblingly.

"Jiaojiao, you're here."

Ten years have passed. The old man who was full of vigor and energy has been tortured by illness and has become emaciated, with sunken eyes and an aura of death.

Song Xijiao walked over quickly and held the hand that Zhao's mother extended.

"Grandma, it's me, Jiaojiao."

Mother Zhao asked Song Xijiao to sit closer. She put Mother Zhao's hands on her face and let those hands, as hard as old tree bark, grope her face.

"Jiaojiao, you're finally here. If you don't come, I'm afraid I'll never see you again."

She is old and her health is getting worse day by day. She is not afraid of death and her only wish is to see Song Xijiao again.

Song Xijiao sniffed, "Grandma, don't say that. You will live a long life."

Mother Zhao patted the back of Song Xijiao's hand, her eyes revealing her calmness towards death. As people grow old, this day will come sooner or later.

"Silly child, I know my own body well, and I'm afraid I don't have much time left."

Her only regret was that she failed to protect Song Xijiao, causing her to be sent away by Zhao Hairong. She wondered how she had been living these years.

"Grandma, I'm doing well, you don't have to worry." Song Xijiao said as if she knew what Zhao's mother was thinking.

"That's good, that's good." Zhao's mother showed a relieved smile on her face.

As long as Song Xijiao is doing well, she can leave with peace of mind.

Song Xijiao said that she would bring Doudou to see her next time. The old lady smiled and said yes repeatedly. She had never seen her great-grandson yet.

He took out a bank card from under the pillow and put it into Song Xijiao's hand.

"Jiaojiao, you're married now. Grandma doesn't miss you, but she's worried about you. Is that family treating you well? If not, let's get a divorce. This money is what I've saved over the years. Take it and take good care of yourself."

Song Xijiao quickly stuffed the bank card back into Zhao's mother's hands.

"Grandma, keep it. I'm doing well in the Pei family. Zhiting treats me very well. You don't have to worry."

As the two of them were pushing each other, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open. Lin Qingrou stood at the door, looking at them angrily.

"Okay, I was wondering why I couldn't find this old woman's bank card. So she secretly gave it to you? As an outsider, how could you possibly take our Zhao family's money?"

He snatched the bank card from Zhao's mother's hand and glared at her fiercely.

"Old thing, don't even think about giving her this money."

He looked at Song Xijiao again, "Who do you think you are? An outsider, you want to take our Zhao family's money?"

Zhao Ruobin saw Lin Qingrou holding Zhao's mother's bank card.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Lin Qingrou raised the bank card in her hand and snorted coldly:

"This old man wanted to give the money to this outsider, luckily I found out."

"Mom, this is grandma's money. She can give it to whoever she wants."

They don't lack this little money.

Lin Qingrou was immediately furious. She poked Zhao Ruobin's chest with her finger and cursed:

"You traitor! I worked so hard to raise you, but you're turning your back on me and helping an outsider."

Zhao Ruobin's face darkened and he slapped Lin Qingrou's hand away.

"Mom, what are you talking about? What outsider? That's my eldest sister."

Ruoxue inherited her stupidity, which is why she regards Song Xijiao as a thorn in her side and always makes trouble for her.

Lin Qingrou spat on the ground with a look of disgust.

"Bah, what elder sister? I only have one daughter, her name is Zhao Ruoxue."

“…”

“…”

Seeing the quarrel upstairs, Zhao Hairong slowly walked upstairs and stopped the farce.

"Qingrou, how can you say that about Jiaojiao? She is a member of our Zhao family after all."

I couldn't help but feel a little more disgusted with Lin Qingrou.

Lin Qing's expression suddenly changed. He took Zhao Hairong's arm, looking aggrieved.

"Hairong, you're finally here. This old woman wants to give all the money to Song Xijiao. If this gets out, where will our Zhao family put their face?"

Zhao Hairong patted the back of Lin Qingrou's hand, signaling her to be patient.

"Jiaojiao, this money is what your grandma left for you, just take it. If anyone dares to say anything, I will be the first to disagree."

"Hae Young, you...how could you say that?"

At Zhao Hairong's glance, Lin Qingrou immediately stopped talking. She knew that if she continued talking, it would definitely make Zhao Hairong unhappy. It would not be worth it for the sake of an old woman.

She glared at Song Xijiao fiercely. It was all because of this bitch that she was embarrassed in front of Hai Rong.

Song Xijiao shifted her gaze to the side and quietly grinned in a small corner where no one was paying attention.

After watching the Pei family drama a few years ago, now we are watching another Zhao family drama.

She put the money back under Zhao's mother's pillow and asked the old lady to keep it for herself.

Zhao Hairong just wanted to use his grandmother's money to do a favor, and at the same time, gain her favor and want to recognize her.

Oh, are you treating her like a beggar?

A hint of approval flashed in Zhao Hairong's eyes. This daughter is really sensible.