Chapter 91 It's just the two of us, mother and son, we won't invite anyone else.
The share transfer documents bearing Mao Mao's fingerprint were locked away in a box by Xia Xiaoxiang.
She closed the suitcase, but before locking it, she couldn't resist opening it again and peeking inside.
This is full of Mao Mao's things. They're not hers, they belong to Mao Mao.
There were bullets from the young master, share documents from Miss Zhang, and valuable jewelry from Marshal Lou and the old lady. Xia Xiaoxiang helped her put away some of the valuables that she didn't need for the time being.
Putting aside the use of the bullets given by the young master, those precious jewels alone are worth a fortune, and now there's also a share of equity that will continue to appreciate in value in the future.
Xia Xiaoxiang counted on her fingers and couldn't help but gasp in amazement.
Her daughter is only three years old, but she's already a little millionaire!
Xia Xiaoxiang hid her suitcase in the cabinet, then turned around and couldn't help but pick up her daughter's chubby little hand and touch it: "Our Mao Mao's hands are really amazing, she gets money even when she's sitting at home."
Mao Mao giggled as she was touched, her childlike laughter echoing in the room.
She grabbed something in front of her, held it high, and handed it to her mother: "Mother, you have one too!"
Xia Xiaoxiang: "I don't want any of your treasures."
Mao Mao was also tidying up her treasures.
It was packed in a cookie tin, along with some odds and ends.
The buttons that fell off her mother's clothes, the shiny glass beads, the pretty stones, the beautiful candy wrappers... what she picked up and handed to her mother was a small wooden figurine that she had broken off from somewhere, and it was missing a leg.
In Xia Xiaoxiang's eyes, these were no different from garbage.
But these were all Mao Mao's treasures. She held the cookie box, playing with it with great affection, her chubby little feet dangling happily to either side of her.
Looking at her daughter entertaining herself, Xia Xiaoxiang couldn't help but say, "Didn't Madam buy you new toys recently? They're imported from the West and they're so expensive at the department store! Why don't you play with those?"
Mao Mao: "I'll play!"
Xia Xiaoxiang: "Then..."
Mao Mao happily swung her little feet and said, "These are fun too!"
Xia Xiaoxiang: "..."
What does a three-year-old know about good and bad?
Xia Xiaoxiang didn't stop her. After she had played enough, she put all the scraps into the cookies, then took her daughter into the bathroom.
Then we brought home a lovely, soft-feeling daughter.
She placed Mao Mao on the bed, took a jar of face cream from the dressing table, applied it to her own face first, and then began to massage her little daughter's soft little face.
It's incredibly soft, like kneaded dough.
Xia Xiaoxiang casually said, "By the way, I was tidying up your toys yesterday, and it seems like a few are missing?"
Mao Mao: "Too little?"
Mao Mao has many toys.
My brothers bought it, my mother bought it, my sister bought it too, and my mother also gave it to her.
The others were generous spenders, often buying trendy toys from department stores, mostly imported from the West. Xia Xiaoxiang was different from them; although she was Lou Dashuai's concubine, she wasn't as wealthy as the others.
Most of the ordinary rattles, windmills, and cloth tigers in Mao Mao's toy box were bought by her.
She still had the habits she had when she was poor, counting her money carefully and remembering exactly what was in her house.
Xia Xiaoxiang complained, "I just bought you a wind-up frog last time, where is it? Is it broken?"
Mao Mao pursed her lips, her bright black eyes darting around, and she whispered, "Frog...frog..."
"Um?"
"The frog... was given away."
Xia Xiaoxiang: "Who did you give it to?"
Mao Mao tucked her little hands and toes together, trying to lift her head to look at the ceiling, but her mother cupped her little face and turned her back. She could only whisper, "Give it to...give it to Uncle."
Which uncle?
Mao Mao said, "The uncle in the hospital is so pitiful, Mom. He said he has no family, he's all alone! The uncle likes to play with frogs, so I gave him one."
"The uncle in the hospital?"
Xia Xiaoxiang quickly remembered that Green Gang boss.
But she immediately shook her head and denied it.
Impossible. How could such an important person be interested in a three-year-old's toy?
She knew her daughter well; she was usually very good at making friends.
There are so many people in the hospital, I might meet some uncle again.
After wiping her face and making it smell fragrant, Xia Xiaoxiang gently poked her little head with her finger: "You shouldn't be nice to just anyone. What if they're a bad person?"
"Uncle is a good person."
"What if someone else encounters a bad person?"
Mao Mao raised her chubby chin and said confidently, "Mao Mao doesn't play with bad people!"
Looking at her chubby little face, Xia Xiaoxiang thought to herself, "You used to come back to me crying when your candy was taken away."
Xia Xiaoxiang cupped her sweet little face and kissed her repeatedly: "Then you play with Mommy, okay? Isn't Mao Mao Mommy's little darling?"
Mao Mao giggled and reached out her little hand to hug her mother, affectionately rubbing her face against her cheek: "Mao Mao wants to play with her mother!"
Mao Mao is her mother's little darling!
"You've been spending all your time with Fourth Young Master Fu Jian lately, even sleeping with him. You don't care about me at all." Xia Xiaoxiang pouted and snorted, "You have five mothers now, you can't even take turns caring for them, how could you possibly remember me?"
It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned it, because once she did, she got jealous: "Five mothers! Mao Mao, who else in the world has as many mothers as you? I don't even know where I, your own mother, am ranked!"
Mao Mao immediately became anxious, squeezing her little body into her mother's arms, wishing she could stick herself to her mother's body: "Mother is good, Mother is the best!"
"real?"
“It’s so true!!!”
Xia Xiaoxiang wasn't really angry to begin with, and immediately beamed, "Then you'll go to the theater with Mother tomorrow, okay?"
"OK!"
"It's just the two of us, mother and son, we don't call anyone else."
"Uh-huh!"
Xia Xiaoxiang held her sweet and soft little daughter contentedly and lay down in the warm and fluffy down comforter.
She turned on the light switch and laughed triumphantly in the dimly lit bedroom.
Forget about how many brothers and mothers, grandma, dad, uncles, and aunts there are, and now there's this older sister.
Mao Mao is her biological daughter, so of course she's the best friend in the world to her.
Her daughter is so popular that she's always being snatched away; tomorrow it'll finally be her turn to have her all to herself!
Xia Xiaoxiang was overjoyed to have some quality time with her daughter after so long, she was so happy she almost couldn't sleep.
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