When Song Wanling came to the door, Gu Nuan had just finished feeding the child.
The little guy slept soundly with his eyes squinted. She, Meng Wanfeng and Zhao were sitting in the living room drinking fruit tea.
The doorbell rang at this time.
Gu Nuan opened the door and recognized this domineering woman at a glance.
But there was no change on her face. She looked at her doubtfully and said, "Who are you?"
"I'm Song Wanling." Song Wanling secretly rolled her eyes and had doubts in her heart.
Does Lu Jinchuan really like Gu Nuan?
Otherwise, why didn't he ever mention her mother to her?
If Gu Nuan knew what she was thinking, he would definitely give her a blank look in return without hesitation.
Who does she think she is?
Mother? Is someone like her worthy of being Lu Jinchuan’s mother?
After Song Wanling said this, she just walked in and saw Meng Wanfeng and Mrs. Zhao in the living room. She didn't recognize Mrs. Zhao. Looking at her elegant handmade cheongsam, she thought she was a neighbor who came to visit Gu Nuan.
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But she knew Meng Wanfeng.
I was a little surprised and surprised at the moment.
It's not that Meng Wanfeng was always crazy in those years, but why did the Meng Wanfeng she saw still feel the same as she did back then.
More than twenty years have passed, but time seems to have stopped on her face.
Looking at her white cheeks with almost no wrinkles visible, Song Wanling felt lemony.
Over the years, she has been working hard to take care of herself.
Even in the bad years, she did not relax in taking care of herself. Others envied her and said she looked so young.
But when compared with the current Meng Wanfeng, she is compared to a scumbag.
Song Wanling remembered that Meng Wanfeng was one year older than her.
How did this goblin do it?
"Wanfeng is here too." She smiled faintly, "I haven't seen you for so many years, and you are still the same as before."
The same vixen.
"You take good care of yourself, just like those little girls." She said with a slight smile.
But that look always makes people very uncomfortable.
"What else do you want?" Gu Nuan walked over and asked her to sit down.
Just like you would treat a normal guest at home.
But ordinary guests will say hello in advance if they know there is a child at home who is less than 100 days old.
It is rare for someone like Song Wanling to come over without saying a word, and to come over looking arrogant.
"I heard that Jinchuan has a child," she glanced at Gu Nuan indifferently, suddenly a little dissatisfied with what she just said, "You have no manners and don't tell me such a big thing. I can't argue with a junior."
"So I have no choice but to do it myself."
She said it as if she was very kind to Lu Jinchuan.
"You are interested." Gu Nuan smiled.
Song Wanling frowned and glanced at Mrs. Zhao, "This is..."
His attitude towards Zhao is obviously much better than that of Meng Wanfeng.
Mrs. Zhao also smiled, pointed at Gu Nuan and said, "I am her grandma."
How is this possible?
The original dignity on Song Wanling's face was a bit unbearable.
She knew that Gu Nuan came to Kyoto from Shaanxi Province to study, and she heard that she brought her grandmother from the countryside with her.
In Song Wanling's heart, Mrs. Zhao was just a little old lady from the countryside who had never seen the world.
The Qin family has many relatives from the countryside. Every time she comes to the Qin family in the provincial capital, Song Wanling can't wait to touch her head with disinfectant inside and outside the house.
Once, a relative from the countryside came to the provincial capital to see a doctor. He just came to her house to sit for a while, and Song Wanling discovered that the old woman had lice on her head.
For a whole month, she felt like she had that thing on her.
During that time, Song Wanling was like a demon. Whenever she felt uncomfortable, she would take a shower. Her skin would become wrinkled and white after washing, but she still couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart.
But the old lady in front of her completely overturned her image of the old lady in the countryside.
Although she has been living in Shaanxi Province these years, she still has some discernment.
The cheongsam worn by this old woman is probably from the best Linglong Pavilion in Kyoto, because only the masters of Linglong Pavilion can have such craftsmanship to make such beautiful cheongsam.
Is this world magical or is she hallucinating?
An old lady from the countryside was actually wearing a Linglong Pavilion cheongsam.
A few days ago, she reminded others not to underestimate Gu Nuan.
The result was a slap in the face within a few days.
"You guys chat, I'll go up and see the child." Mrs. Zhao patted Meng Wanfeng's hand, comforted her, and went up to look at the little soup dumplings.
Little Tangbao is good, I can usually sleep for more than an hour at this time.
"My child," Song Wanling said with a smile when she heard this, "I came to see the child today, and I happened to go up with you to see the child."
"He's sleeping." Gu Nuan stopped her with a smile, "When he wakes up later, you can hold him down and take a look."
Fan Wanling's face looked a little confused.
"Forget it, since he loves sleeping so much, let him sleep." She flicked the dust on her clothes and said, "Who told me that I am incompetent to be a grandma?"
"That's right." Gu Nuan was not used to her problems and said with a smile, "We don't expect grandma or anything like that. After all, you didn't even fulfill your responsibilities as a mother back then."
What’s more, grandma?
And in Song Wanling's heart, Lu Jinchuan was not like her son.
Her children are only hers if they belong to the Qin family.
"What do you know?" Song Wanling's expression changed and she looked at Gu Nuan sternly, "I still couldn't do anything back then."
Then he looked at Meng Wanfeng and said, "So this is how you educate your daughter."
"I don't understand any respect for elders."
"A loving mother and a filial son," Gu Nuan looked at her, "Since you chose to abandon A Jin back then, you shouldn't be here now."
"Although I don't know the purpose of your coming here, I can tell you responsibly," Gu Nuan paused here and continued, "Ajin is no longer the three or four-year-old kid he was back then.
He and I also have small soup dumplings."
"You want to hurt him again, but you can't."
No matter how kind Mr. Lu and Mrs. Lu are to Lu Jinchuan, the damage Song Wanling has done to him will never be erased in this life.
Childhood injuries take a lifetime to heal.
Gu Nuan didn't understand, how could Song Wanling have the nerve to come to their house to show off her power at this time?
If she really came to see the soup dumplings, Gu Nuan might be able to let her take a look since Lu Jinchuan was not here.
But as soon as she arrived, she was full of yin and yang. She looked down on this one and disliked that one.
What are you doing?
If I didn't kick her out, I would already be giving her face.
"Gu Nuan, don't regret it." Song Wanling finally couldn't hold back the elegance on her face, and angrily said to Gu Nuan, "Mother and son don't have an overnight feud, so just wait and cry in the future."
Originally, she felt a little guilty, but now, Song Wanling just wants to advance her plan a little further.