After Zhao Minyao left, Lu Yaqing went to Mother Lu's room immediately and asked in a probing tone: "Mom, why are you here? Is there something wrong?"
Mother Lu was still in a trance. She was stunned for a moment when she heard this and then replied: "It's about your grandpa's 80th birthday. I forgot to tell Lu Xixin. Your aunt came over to remind me."
Sure enough!
A sinister look flashed in Lu Yaqing's eyes, and she dug her fingertips into her palms, trying to maintain her composure to prevent herself from losing her composure.
She lowered her eyes, covering her cold eyes to prevent Mother Lu from seeing anything unusual.
For so many years, she had tried hard to please Mother Lu and the Zhao family. She was always considerate and thought of them all the time. She regarded Mother Lu as her biological mother and the Zhao family as her relatives. However, in the end, she was still not as good as Lu Xixin.
Why!
Lu Yaqing was unwilling to give up, her dark eyes were full of resentment. She had done so much, caring for Lu's mother, being filial to Zhao's grandparents, calling her every week to greet her, giving gifts on every holiday, and often visiting her.
As a result, this is how they treated her! After more than ten years of getting along, it was not as good as Lu Xixin, whom she had never even met.
Lu Yaqing's heart was filled with injustice. She hated the coldness of the Zhao family, and also hated the appearance of Lu Xixin.
She felt that her sincerity for so many years had been fed to the dog, and the Zhao family was just a bunch of white-eyed wolves, not worth pleasing.
It took almost all the willpower of Lu Yaqing to suppress the unwillingness in her heart.
She curved her lips, smiled, and said half coquettishly, half apologetically: "Mom, it's all my fault. I should have warned you earlier."
"Silly girl, how can I blame you? I didn't think of it." Mother Lu patted Lu Yaqing's hand and said to herself: The daughter she raised beside her is still considerate.
Lu Yaqing's eyes were filled with shadows. She thought Mother Lu would belittle Lu Xixin and not want Lu Xixin to go to the Zhao family. In the end, she just said lightly that she had forgotten.
It turned out that she really planned to take Lu Xixin there!
Sure enough, she is either her biological mother or not close to her, and she doesn't even think about her at all. Gu Xiuming will definitely be there for Grandpa Zhao's 80th birthday, and will meet Lu Xixin then, so she can't hide the fact that she framed Lu Xixin.
Thinking of this, Lu Yaqing felt a little anxious. She couldn't let Gu Xiuming know that she framed Lu Xixin.
"Mom." Lu Yaqing pointed out, "Is Sister Xixin coming here? I don't think she has any feelings for the Lu family or the Zhao family?"
Thinking of Lu Xixin's indifference, Mother Lu frowned. That girl was indeed cold and cold, with no affection at all in her heart. If the old man hadn't called, she wouldn't have even called back to the Lu family.
As for the Zhao family, she hasn't even mentioned it. It's been almost half a year, and she hasn't even seen anyone in the Zhao family.
The more I thought about it, the worse it got. Lu's mother said with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone: "I don't care whether she loves her or not."
Seeing this, Lu Yaqing felt much better. She approached Mother Lu and hugged her arm: "Mom, it's her fault that Sister Xixin doesn't come, but we must be fully prepared here to avoid being picked on by outsiders."
She looked like she was thinking about Lu Xixin: "Sister Xixin probably doesn't have much money, and she doesn't know any designers, and it's my grandpa's birthday in two days. She will definitely not have time to prepare clothes. I still have some clothes here.
Why not give her a few extra dresses?"
"You are so kind." Mother Lu was so soft-hearted. The more she looked at Lu Yaqing, the more considerate she felt. She raised her hand and scratched her nose, and said in a doting tone: "Mom knows your thoughts, but on your side
The dresses are all high-end by internationally renowned designers. They have not been worn yet and are all new. It would be a pity to wear them for her."
Speaking of this, Mother Lu paused for a moment, thinking of the white T-trousers on Lu Xixin, she frowned subconsciously, and disgust flashed in her eyes: "Good clothes also need good owners. When you meet someone who appreciates them, they are not buried."
Well, Lu Xixin doesn’t understand this at all. It’s a waste to wear those high-end dresses on her, so you might as well keep them for yourself.”