The father and daughter were cooking in the kitchen; Wang Meili, feeling guilty or for some other reason, did not appear at all.
When Gu Lingling washed her hands and returned to her room, she found that the bundle Grandma Yao had brought for her was opened, and Gu Juan was wearing the floral shirt Grandma Yao had sewn for Gu Lingling.
"Gu Lingling, this shirt of yours looks great. Iâll wear it for a few days, okay?" Gu Juan looked at the shirt she was wearing with delight, completely ignoring Gu Linglingâs dark expression.
Anyway, anything Gu Lingling brought back from the Yao Family had always been given to her first.
This time was no exception.
Besides, she even mentioned it to Gu Lingling beforehand, which was already a courtesy.
"Doesnât Gu Juan know itâs very rude to touch other peopleâs things without permission?" Gu Lingling said coldly.
"Gu Lingling, whatâs wrong with you?" Gu Juan snickered indifferently, "Itâs just a shirt, so what if I wear it for a few days first? Donât be so petty."
Ha!
Sheâs petty!
Today she would show Gu Juan just how petty she could be!
"Are you going to take it off?"
"No, canât I wear it for two days?" Anyway, once Gu Chunhai left, the shirt would be hers.
So what if she wore it for two days first?
"Not taking it off, huh?" Gu Lingling approached with cold determination, "Then Iâll help you take it off."
And then she reached out directly.
Her frosty gaze could freeze Gu Juan stiff.
Countless times, whenever she had something nice, Gu Juan would snatch it away, only handing it to her when it was worn out and ruined.
Even if Gu Chunhai bought two identical things for each of them, once Gu Chunhai left, she still wouldnât be able to keep it.
What made it worse was that after Gu Juan ruined Gu Linglingâs things, Wang Meili complained to Gu Chunhai, saying that the identical item in Linglingâs hands broke in a few days, while Juanziâs was still fine.
Thinking back on how she was bullied by this mother and daughter in her previous life, Gu Linglingâs anger raged.
"Mom, help! Gu Lingling is going to kill me!" Gu Juan shouted as she ran out the door.
"Gu Lingling, are you crazy?" Wang Meili shielded Gu Juan like a mother protecting her young, "Your fatherâs still here, and youâre bullying Juanzi?"
This meant that she intended to hit Gu Juan in front of Gu Chunhai. What would happen to Gu Juan when Gu Chunhai wasnât around?
Wang Meili was truly digging a pit for Gu Lingling without restraint.
"I didnât, I didnât." Gu Lingling looked at Gu Chunhai, aggrieved, her almond eyes filled with tears that refused to fall.
Compared to Gu Juan, who was crying loudly in Wang Meiliâs arms, Gu Lingling seemed even more pitiable.
A child without a mother is like a blade of grass.
Gu Chunhaiâs heart was once again struck hard.
He walked forward and took his daughterâs hand, "Donât be afraid. Tell Dad, whatâs going on?"
"Dad, my new clothes." Gu Lingling whimpered softly in Gu Chunhaiâs arms, "Have you become Gu Juanâs father? Do the clothes Grandma made for me have to be worn by her?"
"I havenât even worn my new clothes from Grandma once." Gu Lingling raised her head, her tear-filled almond eyes looking pitifully at Gu Chunhai, "I was okay with giving Gu Juan the old clothes, but my grandma said this shirt was for me to wear to show my mom."
In a few days, on the day after Old Mrs. Guâs birthday, it would be Yao Ruanqianâs death anniversary.
This was another reason Old Mrs. Gu was displeased with Yao Ruanqian.
Dying so close to her birthday, it was clear it was not meant for her to have a happy birthday.
People, it seems, can have a thousand reasons to like someone, and similarly, a thousand reasons to dislike someone.