Chapter 2288
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Mommy's baby is two years old this year. These are the toys Mommy bought for you. Perhaps you will only be interested in them for three minutes and won't like them after playing with them for a while, but at least they came to your childhood.
Mommy's baby has what other children have.
Mommy's baby is three years old this year and has grown taller. Mommy personally made you a beautiful little dress. Mommy's baby is as beautiful as a little princess after wearing it.
Four-year-old's sparkling and singing shoes, five-year-old's hair clip, six-year-old's chocolate, seven-year-old's storage jar, eight-year-old's dancing shoes, nine-year-old's piano, ten-year-old's violin, eleven-year-old's brush and ink …
Every gift was a mother's love and education for her child.
If she hadn't left her biological mother's side, she would have had a longevity lock that only other boys could have. She would have had beautiful little dresses, shoes, and hair clips. When she was seven years old, she would have had her own pocket money. When she was eight years old, she would have started to learn to dance, to play musical instruments, to learn the four arts.
This was Madam Cheng's nurturing and expectations for her biological daughter. If she had been by her biological mother's side, she would have grown up to be a well-bred girl.
An 18-year-old's wedding dress, a 19-year-old's plane ticket to the capital, and an admission letter from the capital's university.
The 20-year-old's gift box was empty, and there was only a note inside.
The first 19 years were her mother's ideal days to raise her daughter. Although it was the opposite of reality, her mother's baby had grown up to be the one she liked the most.
Beautiful, independent, smart, and capable.
Happy birthday, Mommy's baby.
Jiang Yao did not know when her tears fell. It could be a one-year-old longevity lock, an eleven-year-old's school supplies, or an eighteen-year-old's wedding dress.
"No matter what you look like now, you will definitely be the way she likes because all she wants is for you to be alive. That's all." Master Cheng handed Jiang Yao a clean handkerchief. "What's worth being happy about is that you are very lucky to have met your current parents. They really dote on you, and because of this, Xinyou does not dare to dream of competing with them for you."
Jiang Yao sobbed softly. The 20 letters and 20 boxes were as heavy as a mountain pressing down on her heart.
"Daughter, you're about to be a mother, so you should understand your mother better," Master Cheng said. "You're Xinyou's sore spot."
"I know." Jiang Yao's voice was choked with sobs. In fact, she knew that she had always made her biological mother sad.
"It's not easy for Xinyou. It's really not easy for her. Back then, it was very difficult for her to even survive. Don't look at how well I treat her now. In fact, I was just muddling along in the beginning." Master Cheng was too embarrassed to talk about what had happened when he was young. "Alright, you're the birthday girl today. You can't cry. It's windy outside. Let's go in."
Jiang Yao stood there for a while before she calmed down. Master Cheng helped her move the box in and she followed him home.
Cheng Kam Nian had been standing at the door and waiting for someone. When he saw Master Cheng carrying the box in, he called out to his father, but he walked towards Jiang Yao, who was behind Master Cheng. He raised his head and observed Jiang Yao. Then, he wrinkled his nose and said, "Sister is crying."
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