Was she spoiled by her nanny?

I worked on this matter early in the morning for almost two hours.

Jiang Shihong felt unlucky in his heart.

After the injection, he took a shower and hurried downstairs to eat.

Today will be very busy, and he will have to keep an eye on the market and check the stock price. In addition, he will consolidate the connections he made at the welcome party and it would be best if he could get a few orders.

Luo Meilan also washed up and went downstairs. She didn't sleep well the night before, so she was in a bad mood and felt sore all over. She sat at the dining table and saw Tong Huan in front of her was still wearing yesterday's dress. She frowned, unable to hide the disgust on her face.

"Tong Huan, why are you still wearing yesterday's dress? How disrespectful! Go change!" Luo Meilan scolded.

Tong Hua didn't care about Luo Meilan's harshness and spread her hands, "My luggage is still in the hotel, and I don't have any change of clothes."

Luo Meilan glared, "The closet in your room is full of clothes. Go pick one and change into it."

Is your closet full of clothes?

...Tong Huan sneered in her heart.

After a pause, Luo Meilan added, "These are all prepared for you by Xingrou."

Tong Huan laughed out loud.

The small room that was converted from a storage room was indeed full of clothes, all prepared by Jiang Xingrou.

Because all of them were old clothes that Jiang Xingrou had discarded, either the styles were old-fashioned and ugly, or they were worn by Jiang Xingrou.

The clothes worn by the daughters of wealthy families are always of particular concern, and Jiang Xingrou is a celebrity in the school. The clothes she has worn were worn by Tong Huan. It is conceivable that in her previous life, Tong Huan was recognized the moment she stepped out of the door.

"Isn't this the daughter that the Jiang family just recognized? Oh, I almost made a mistake at first glance. I thought it was Xing Rou!"

"I remember Xingrou had the same clothes. Is she imitating Xingrou?"

"That's right. Xingrou is so elegant and outstanding. My biological daughter just came back from the countryside. She should learn from her."

"Xiaohuan, you have to study hard. You can't just look at the surface, you have to learn the inner meaning, the essence, do you understand?"

These words sounded like concern for Tong Huan, but they made Tong Huan feel extremely inferior. She lowered her head and dared not look at anyone, and even her toes were curled up.

However, in the mid-mountain villa area, such discussions were still minor. The adults were used to pretending to be polite, and for the sake of Jiang's Technology, they would not say anything too extreme in person.

It's even worse at school.

When Tong Huan showed up at school wearing Jiang Xingrou's old clothes, their discussions, ridicules, and boos were all very loud.

"Hey, this is the so-called real daughter from the countryside! Why is she wearing the clothes that Goddess Xingrou once wore? She must have stolen them from Xingrou!"

"This dress doesn't suit her! A child raised by a thief is still a thief. A dog will always eat shit!"

"Haha, is she sent by the monkeys in the countryside to make people laugh? Do you think that by wearing Xingrou's clothes, you can become a goddess like Xingrou?"

"Look at how dark and ugly she is. She is simply an eyesore. She can't be compared to Xing Rou at all!"

"However, after such a comparison, I understand more deeply that Goddess Xingrou is truly beautiful. The same clothes can only be worn by her to show her nobility!"

"Everyone, come on, take off her clothes!"

……

Tong Huan felt pity for her past self. Under such circumstances, she actually chose to protect her clothes first.

Even though they were Jiang Xingrou's old clothes, she felt that they were more valuable than herself.

She was beaten and had wounds on her body, but she didn't feel any pain. She only felt pain for her torn clothes.

How stupid she was in her previous life.

She should have been born to be a mountain, not a ravine.

She should have been born a flower, not a weed.

If her mother was Tong Hongmei, who had no education or skills, and could not afford to support her or buy her new clothes, she would be fine if she wore someone else's old clothes. She would be a spiritual beggar who was dressed in rags but yearned for birds in her heart.

But her mother wasn't.

Her mother is the richest person who holds the most shares in Jianghe Technology. She lives in a villa, drives a luxury car, and has no idea what poverty is.

Why can her biological mother, who can afford to buy hundreds of thousands of clothes, bags and shoes for her adopted daughter, let her, her biological daughter, wear her adopted daughter's old clothes?

In her previous life, she obviously had not transformed from a country girl, so she was later laughed at by her classmates for being frivolous and was forced into depression!

Luo Meilan looked at Jiang Xingrou tenderly, as if she was pleased to have such a sensible and considerate daughter.

Jiang Xingrou also looked back at Luo Meilan with admiration.

Their eyes met in the air, what a picture of a loving mother and a filial daughter.

Jiang Xingrou said obediently: "Mom, this is what I should do. I said that my sister just came back from the countryside and is inevitably unfamiliar with the situation here. I will take care of her."

Luo Meilan touched Jiang Xingrou's head with emotion, "Xiaohuan, look how good Xingrou is to you."

Tong Huan looked at this loving mother and daughter.

Accuse them of preparing old clothes for themselves?

No, Tong Huan wouldn't do that.

Jiang Xingrou prepared old clothes for herself with Luo Meilan's tacit consent.

Perhaps, in Luo Meilan's eyes, the tattered clothes that Tong Huan wore in the countryside were not as valuable as a corner of Jiang Xingrou's old clothes.

Tong Huan should be grateful to be able to wear Jiang Xingrou's old clothes.

Tong Hua propped her chin up with her hand and looked at Luo Meilan with a smile. "Is it only my sister who prepared clothes for me? Didn't my mother prepare any for me?"

Luo Meilan was stunned and wanted to speak.

Tong Hua's big deer eyes were black and bright, and she looked yearning. "Mom, do you remember the last time we saw Xiao Yuanyuan being found on the show? Xiao Yuanyuan's mother insisted on buying clothes for her daughter every year after she disappeared, from the age of three to eighteen, a full fifteen years. Although Xiao Yuanyuan is not around, her mother's love has never disappeared."

Luo Meilan swallowed back what she was about to say.

She couldn't help but feel guilty. All her emotional support over the years had been given to Jiang Xingrou. How could she have prepared anything for Tong Huan!

Tong Huan tilted her head, looking expectant, "Mom, do you love me?"

Luo Meilan twitched the corner of her mouth and was about to say that such formalities were all empty.

Tong Huan suddenly put her index finger in front of her lips: "Shh."

She stopped Luo Meilan from speaking, "I know my mother must love me very much. I know my mother must have prepared a surprise for me."

Tong Hua smiled mischievously, "Since yesterday, I have deliberately not opened the closet. Mom, do you know why?"

Luo Meilan subconsciously asked, "Why?"

Tong Huan laughed:

“Because I wanted to open my surprise in front of reporters.

I want everyone to know how much my mother loves me!

I want them all to envy me. Although I have been in the countryside for sixteen years, my mother's love for me has never disappeared.

I am no longer a little bastard from the country!

I have parents who treat me like a princess!"

...What's the point of tearing off Luo Meilan's hypocritical mask alone? If you want to tear it off, let everyone do it together.

At this time, Aunt Wang came in hurriedly from outside, "Mr. Jiang, Madam, there are many reporters outside."

Luo Meilan’s face turned pale.

Tong Huan smiled and said, "Yes, I called the reporters to witness the moment when my mother gave me a surprise. Let them in quickly."

Jiang Shihong, who had just walked to the entrance with a briefcase, paused and almost hit his head on the door.