Sitting in the Xiao Family’s small reception room, Gu Nuan’s mother glanced around in a sweeping motion.
Gu Nuan took the tea tray that the butler had brought over and personally brewed a cup of tea for her mother, carrying it to her mother’s side.
Gu Nuan’s mother had not co to her senses yet and stared at her daughter for quite a while. After a mont, she did not take the tea from her daughter. Instead, she dug into her pocket, pulling out a notebook and a small pen.
Ever since her daughter had beco deaf, these two items had beco her essentials, always carried with her. Even when her daughter was at school and not by her side, it was the sa. She always felt they were needed at all tis because parents always need to be ready to support their children.
Now, indeed, they were needed right away, without asking for anyone else’s help.
Picking up the pen, she quickly wrote on a piece of paper for her daughter to read.
In her days as a sent-down youth, Gu Nuan’s mother only had an elentary school education. She originally could not recognize many characters, and her handwriting was not pleasing. However, for her daughter, she even attended calligraphy classes for the elderly organized by the community.
If she wrote quickly, the characters inevitably beca skewed. Gu Nuan’s mother tried her best to write, being even more careful than usual with each stroke. Because here, because of this environnt, this place, it was not the sa as usual. She could not afford to lose any respect for her daughter here.
The word "Mom" suddenly made her feel as if her shoulders bore the weight of a thousand pounds, but she had no choice but to shoulder it, because this was her daughter, not soone else’s.
Having written just one line, Gu Nuan’s mother’s forehead was covered with sweat beads, glistening, one by one. Under the light entering through the Xiao Family’s windows, they looked like full pearls.
Gu Nuan quietly placed the teacup beside her mother on a small side table and moved a chair to sit in front of her mother, waiting for her mother to slowly finish writing what she wanted to say.
"Nuannuan." Gu Nuan’s mother felt that while perhaps she could work hard to practice writing to ensure it wasn’t too unsightly, this function of constructing sentences in Chinese and writing beautiful phrases like a literary scholar was really beyond her. She could only reluctantly write while also gesturing with her hands to her daughter, feeling that this way she would not be too embarrassing.
Gu Nuan could see through her mother’s thoughts and nodded slightly, "Mom is asking, ’Where is this, isn’t she?’"
Speaking of which, Gu Nuan’s mother, deceived into coming here by the two Su siblings, did not even know where this place was or who lived here. Gu Nuan’s mother only thought this seed like a wealthy family’s villa, but as for the identity of the hosts, she could not guess at all.
The Gu Family, their wealthiest relative, had only Qiu Sangu.
Is Qiu Sangu really considered wealthy in society?
Perhaps not really.
This was sothing that Gu Nuan’s mother understood very clearly.
Thinking of how Qiu Sangu struggled to make ends et in this big city, only being able to rent a house less than a hundred square ters, the hosts here, on the other hand, frequently had a large villa and a lawn as big as a soccer field for hosting gatherings. The guests all looked like characters out of a TV drama, dressed like swans.
At that ti, as an ordinary person, Gu Nuan’s mother indeed had only one thought: it was beyond their reach.
Their family, who felt they could never earn even what Qiu Sangu had in their lifeti, regarded the current villa hosts as even more unattainable, not just lofty, but as if one was in the sky and the other on the ground.
Gu Nuan’s mother quietly looked back at her daughter, yet she did not start with a criticism or reprimand. Instead, what suddenly ca to her mind were the words Qiu Sangu had just said, "Your daughter, I wouldn’t dare introduce her to just any small business owner, who could be worthy of your Gu Nuan?"
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