Rong Qing put everything in the lab in order and left the space again. This time, she called her mother's home in Hong Kong. Coincidentally, it was her little brother who answered the phone. Since they were technically strangers, her tone was polite but distant:
"Hello! I'm Rong Qing. Is it convenient for your mother to answer the phone?"
An excited voice came from the little brother: "Sister, sister, I, I, your brother, don't look for mom first, look for your brother."
Rong Qing's sense of alienation faded somewhat due to his enthusiastic and lively attitude. "Okay, let's go find my brother. I wonder if he wants to chat with me for a few minutes first?"
"Yes, yes, yes, absolutely, sister, is the New Year's Eve fun over there? Are there a lot of delicious foods?" Suddenly, as if she thought of something, she snorted arrogantly:
"Hmph, hmph, sister, you must not like me as your brother, but people say that good-looking people like to play with good-looking people, and I am also handsome. You didn't even contact me or write to me about the wedding gifts and dowry I sent you. Is it too little?
It's okay, sister, I received quite a lot of red envelopes and New Year gifts this year. I'll ask someone to send them to you after I hang up the phone. I'll give you something later. After all, you're prettier than my sister at home."
Rong Qing couldn't help but tease him, "So whoever is prettier is the number one sister in your heart?"
Han Junjun immediately shook his little head like a rattle, even though Rong Qing couldn't see it, and retorted in a sonorous and powerful voice with his childish and somewhat babyish voice:
"No, absolutely not, sister will always be the number one in my heart!" Hehe, no one is prettier than her sister. He secretly showed her sister's photo to all his friends and classmates. Their expressions, hehe, their sister is their own and they can only look at the photo.
Completely forgetting that he was one of the people who could only look at the photos, Rong Qing chatted with him for a while. As a result, the little guy became more and more excited and completely forgot to call for help. Ten minutes passed like this. The content of the two people's conversation was actually very meaningless, but there was no awkwardness. On the contrary, the atmosphere was quite good.
As for Han Junjun, he was so happy that he thought his sister liked him very much. Didn’t he see how much he liked chatting with him?
Suddenly, a gentle and pleasant voice came from the phone: "You're being naughty again. Which friend are you planning this prank with? Who is the unlucky one this time?"
Han Junjun looked at his gentle and elegant mother with a guilty conscience and chuckled, "Mom, how can you slander me? She's my sister, my sister."
Hearing this, Jiang Wenshu's beautiful eyes instantly burst into disbelief and surprise, but soon dimmed down, and instead looked at Han Junjun and said:
"It's not good for children to lie." He said to himself with a depressed and guilty mood:
"How is that possible? My dear, she wouldn't call me. It's my fault after all. I left her so young with her father. I wasn't there when she needed her mother the most. How could she still need me now that she's grown up? It must be my fault."
Even if her voice was low, because she was very close to Han Junjun, it still reached Rong Qing's ears through the receiver. Her eyes flashed, and complex emotions quickly flashed across her beautiful little face.
To her biological mother, whether in her first life or this life, she is actually a stranger. The image of her in her memory comes from the photo that her grandmother showed her.
Grandma Rong's attitude was also indifferent, but she would always say one sentence: "This is your mother. Alas, it's not easy for her either. In the final analysis, it's because your biological father is not a human being. He insisted on using you as a threat. As a result, it's not easy for her as a woman either."
With Grandma Rong doting on her like the apple of her eye and uncles protecting her, Rong Qing has actually always been growing up surrounded by love. In fact, she is not really that eager for maternal love or paternal love.
If she had not been taken to live with her inhuman adopted father for nearly three years, she would not have complained. At most, she would have treated him as a stranger and treated him with indifference and alienation.
Perhaps there was an element of anger at her, so in her first life she was actually quite radical in dealing with her own mother, even refusing to look at her photos or hear anything about her.
The reason why she didn't receive the sky-high dowry in her first life was probably because of her grandmother's love for her despite her attitude.
It can be said that she guessed right. In the first life, Jiang Wenshu missed her very much and felt very guilty towards her, so she never stopped giving her material support, and she also kept in touch with Hong Kong City. It was just that she was too rejecting and had suffered injustices from her biological father, so Grandma Rong really didn't want her darling to be hurt again.
This life is very different, also due to her attitude.
At this moment, Rong Qing thought of her little Yanyan. From a mother's perspective, she could actually understand her mother. Especially since it was really difficult for women living in this era to get a divorce, and it was rare for their in-laws to let them take their children away.
She still understood her cheap and inhuman father. He might not like me, but as long as I was his child, I would not be allowed to be taken away.
She has experienced so many things, and she looks at problems from a different perspective. She won't live in such a twisted way. Just let things take their course.
Ultimately, Rong Jingxi is not a human being. To her, he has been removed from her life and is just a stranger who has nothing to do with her. Naturally, she will not have any emotions towards him.
I gathered my thoughts and said to the phone:
"Brother, give the phone to your mother."
Han Junjun, a child, didn't have as many considerations and thoughts as adults. He smiled and handed the phone to Jiang Wenshu:
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