Was she spoiled by her nanny?

"She's not your mother, she stole your babysitter!"

"Sixteen years ago, she was resentful of her parents for firing her, so she stole you in revenge."

"Have pity on my daughter, you are my biological daughter! Tong Huan, if you understand that your mother has been looking for you for sixteen years, you should send her to prison!"

In front of Tong Huan, a noble lady wearing a bright yellow high-end brand suit, with a face full of anger, pointed at Tong Huan and talked excitedly.

That look, that expression, was not the joy of reuniting with his biological daughter, but rather it was as if he wanted to strip Tong Huan naked and beat her up as an accomplice.

This is Tong Huan, who has lived a miserable life in the countryside for sixteen years. She was treated as a bastard and a burden. Suddenly one day, her wealthy parents came to her house.

But the first thing her biological parents did when they met her was not to express their longing for her after separation, but to ask her to send the adoptive mother who raised her to jail.

Behind the lady were four tall and strong bodyguards, a police car, and several policemen following the car, which gave her an invisible and threatening aura.

The people in the village gathered in a circle at the dilapidated door of Tong Huan's house, pointing and talking.

Tong Huan had a bewildered look on her face, as if she was shocked by the sudden recognition of her relationship, and she lost the reaction that a normal person would have.

The little girl had a palm-sized face and dark skin. She was wearing a dark purple pilling sweater that was wrinkled and looked pale from washing. There were a few pieces of straw on her shoulders and her hands were dirty and covered with mud. It was obvious that she was a child who had been through a lot and had probably just come back from farm work.

She looked dull and sluggish, without any of the liveliness and agility that a sixteen-year-old girl should have.

She was still immersed in the memories of her previous life, unable to extricate herself for a long time.

That’s right, Tong Huan was reborn.

In her previous life, she was moved by Luo Meilan's sixteen years of searching for her, and she also felt pity for Luo Meilan's pain.

In addition, because she was a child from a single-parent family, she was often ridiculed by others. Her only "relative" Tong Hongmei beat and scolded her. She dreamed of escaping from this place.

Learning that she had other parents, and that they were from a wealthy family, was like entering a fairy tale world for Tong Huan, so beautiful and dreamy.

She listened to Luo Meilan and let them send Tong Hongmei to prison.

With innocent dreams, she returned to the wealthy Jiang family with Jiang Shihong and his wife, but she never expected that her hellish life would begin from then on.

……

After coming back to her life, Tong Huan finally saw clearly the look in Luo Meilan's eyes towards her at this moment, the deep disgust flowing from the corners of her eyes.

It turns out that from the very beginning, her biological mother had already defined her identity.

Tong Huan placed her hand on her arm, and slowly, with a little bit of force, pinched her arm hard. The pain from her arm was so clear that she forced herself to return from the memories of her past life to the reality of this life.

Tong Huan's eyebrows and eyes are about 70% similar to those of a noble lady. She has a small oval face, big eyes, and dull black pupils with a slight ripple.

Luo Meilan was furious when she saw her own daughter being raised like this.

"Tong Huan, did you hear that? Did you hear that?"

"My heart, my heart!"

Luo Meilan's well-maintained white hands kept rubbing her chest, and the visible pain made her eyes filled with sore tears.

"How did my daughter get raised like this?!"

Apart from the fact that he looked a bit like her, his other demeanor and expressions were so strange, he was a complete stranger.

Luo Meilan was completely unable to sense Tong Huan's confusion, helplessness and heartbreak at this moment.

Tong Huan hates it.

Who would have thought that this mother who had been searching for her daughter for sixteen years, after she had truly found herself, would constantly despise and attack her, not giving her any trust, causing her to gradually develop a humble and people-pleasing personality out of extreme inferiority complex...

"Tong Huan, get out of the way! Let the police arrest this criminal who stole the child!"

"Stealing someone else's child, what a sin! I will make her spend the rest of her life in jail!"

Tong Huan stood there without moving, her eyes fixed forward, searching for the tall and mature figure beside Luo Meilan, her biological father Jiang Shihong.

Compared to the indignant Luo Meilan, Jiang Shihong was much calmer.

He patted Luo Meilan's back with one hand, and when his dark eyes fell on Tong Huan, the cold light emitted was like a poisonous snake crawling over, giving Tong Huan goose bumps.

Tong Huan's memory is still stuck at the last moment of her life. Because she donated bone marrow to Jiang Shihong, she was unfortunately infected and got myelitis, leaving her whole body paralyzed.

She had a high fever of 42 degrees and lay in bed for a month before she died unwillingly.

At that time, her body was covered with bedsores, and she could even feel the maggots crawling on the sores, which was a kind of nauseating and painful feeling that gnawed at her bones.

However, after Tong Huan was infected, Jiang Shihong's leukemia was cured without any medication.

Jiang Shihong...

Tong Huan's gaze was fixed on Jiang Shihong. Her fingers gradually closed together, her nails digging into the flesh, but she didn't feel any pain because the overwhelming hatred had overwhelmed the physical pain.

If Luo Meilan's feelings towards Tong Hua are similar to the resentment of being unable to make good use of her talents, the estrangement of not having her around to raise her for 16 years, and the dislike of her daughter being raised as a country bumpkin;

Beneath Jiang Shihong's calm and composed appearance, he harbors much greater hostility towards Tong Huan.

Tong Huan even suspected that her death was planned by Jiang Shihong.

In this life, she wants to find out whether he is her biological father.

"Little Star... maybe I should call you Xiao Huan?" Perhaps realizing that Tong Huan was staring at him, Jiang Shihong spoke.

"Your adoptive mother, Tong Hongmei, is not a good person. To put it nicely, she is your adoptive mother, but in fact, she is a human trafficker."

Jiang Shihong tried to persuade Tong Huan.

Because Tong Hongmei raised Tong Huan, from the perspective of the JC, if Tong Huan did not insist on suing Tong Hongmei, then Tong Hongmei would most likely escape jail.

Even whether Tong Huan can be brought back to the Jiang family depends on Tong Huan's own wishes.

"Xiaohuan, mom has been looking for you for sixteen years and has shed countless tears. You need to be more filial. Don't let this human trafficker go!" Jiang Shihong advised earnestly.

The cheating nanny Tong Hongmei rolled her eyes without any hesitation, "Ah? Filial piety? I have raised Huanhuan for sixteen years, if you want to be filial, you should be filial to me first!"

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing the thick, dark arms of a working rural woman. She stood with her hands on her hips and legs crossed, like a wooden stake nailed to the center of the yard.

"I'm a human trafficker? What human trafficker? Did I sell her? I kept her by my side and raised her like a family!"

Tong Hongmei is uneducated and is basically semi-illiterate.

The semi-illiterate person also has his own logic and is not at all nervous when facing the wealthy Jiang family.

"Is it easy for me, a nanny, to raise your daughter? You are not grateful to me, but you arrest me? Are you rich people so ungrateful?"

Tong Hongmei pointed to the sky and the earth, spoke eloquently, and spit flew everywhere.

Luo Meilan was so angry that she fell backwards. "I asked you to raise my daughter? Look at what you have done to my daughter. If it weren't for you, she could have enjoyed a top-notch education and life at home!"

"Oh, top-notch education and life? If it weren't for me, she might have been killed by you guys long ago!" Tong Hongmei said shamelessly.

Jiang Shihong immediately gave Tong Hongmei a death stare. That look was filled with deep cruelty and fear, which made Tong Hongmei's heart suddenly move, as if she had grasped something.

Tong Hongmei...

Although Tong Hongmei was such a vulgar girl who liked to curse, after Tong Huan died, she was the only one who came to her grave to see her, crying and cursing.

"Hanhuan, you are so unfilial. You died at such a young age. What will happen to the rest of my life if you die?"

"I have sacrificed the first half of my life for you, and I am still alone in the second half of my life. No one will take care of me in my old age. Do you know that you have killed me?"

Tong Hongmei hit her tombstone with her palms and rammed her head against it, causing it to bleed.

"I told you not to go back to the Jiang family, but you refused to listen. Do you think you can enjoy wealth and luxury if you go back? You idiot! You don't have that kind of fate!"

Tong Hongmei was really sad.

Every year on Qingming Festival and her death anniversary, she would visit her at her grave.

Twenty-six years later, when Tong Hongmei was very old, hunched over, and hobbled to her grave on a crutch, she could no longer curse or hit him, and sat in front of her grave somewhat listlessly.

"I won't come next year. I can't walk anymore."

Tong Hongmei sat there, the yellow light of the setting sun falling all over her. This vulgar woman shed a tear for the first time at the age of sixty.

"Hanhuan, I hate you so much. You've ruined my life."

……

Normally, Tong Huan hates and fears her "mother" Tong Hongmei.

But thinking about what happened after her death in her previous life, Tong Hongmei didn't seem so hateful.

Tong Huan subconsciously moved closer to Tong Hongmei.

Her dependent behavior undoubtedly irritated Luo Meilan.

"What are you doing? Tong Huan, what are you doing? She stole your nanny. She's a criminal!"

Luo Meilan couldn't help but roar, she took two steps forward, stretched out her hand and pushed Tong Huan.

The girl next to her, who was well-dressed and had a dazzling appearance, immediately came up and took Luo Meilan's hand.

"Mom," she persuaded, "after all, my sister has lived with that man for sixteen years. It's understandable that they have a mother-daughter relationship. Don't make it too difficult for my sister. In my sister's heart, Tong Hongmei, the thief nanny, is her mother. If you let the police arrest her, my sister will definitely feel uncomfortable."

She spoke softly, her voice was sweet, and everyone's eyes were on her.

Stunning and admirable, such a girl has never been seen in this remote village of Xikou. She is glowing when she stands there.

The daughter of a real wealthy family looks like a fairy, wears noble and bright clothes, and her every move reveals noble elegance.

However, Tong Huan recognized that this person was Jiang Xingrou, the adopted daughter of Jiang Shihong and his wife.

She took away Tong Huan's original name and also took away Tong Huan's original life.

She is well-spoken and well-mannered. Who can help but praise her for being excellent?

Only Tong Huan knows how sinister Jiang Xingrou is.

In her previous life, she pretended to care and love Luo Meilan in front of her, but in fact she was secretly ostracizing her.

She spread the word in school that Tong Huan was stolen and raised by a nanny, implying that she was a thief, which led to her being isolated, bullied, and eventually suffering from depression.

Just like now, her two seemingly tolerant words gave Luo Meilan a heart attack.

"Sister, you should also understand how difficult it was for mom. You were stolen by this nanny. Mom was almost going crazy back then. She searched for you for 16 years and spent so many difficult nights. If you were mom's biological daughter, you really shouldn't protect this criminal. You are stabbing mom's heart with a needle!"

Jiang Xingrou implied in a few words that Tong Huan was unfilial.

Tong Huan sneered. She had suffered a lot from such soft knives in her previous life.

She remembered that after she became infected and paralyzed, Jiang Xingrou inherited the Jiang family's business and began to take charge of Jiang's Technology.

Jiang Shihong, Jiang Xingrou...these two people.

In her previous life, Tong Huan had many things that she couldn't understand.

Why doesn't my biological father love me, but instead prefers Jiang Xingrou, my adopted daughter?

Now, Jiang Xingrou and Jiang Shihong are both here. Tong Huan suddenly finds that their faces, eyebrow shapes and nose bridges are very similar.

The mysteries of the previous life are waiting to be solved in this life.

"Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang." Tong Huan spoke distantly.