Chapter 878 - This is Mommy (1/2)

“What do you want?”

His experience at war definitely showed.

He was tough and to the point.

“I…” Xia Ruoxin licked her dry lips. Lu Ke’en’s expression was cold, but she had nothing to fear. Like she had said, there was nothing in it for her.

She clenched her fists again.

“I have a daughter. She’s been abducted. The news that we’ve found so far indicated that she died in a mudslide, but I refuse to give up. Therefore, I’ve gotten Mr. Lu to help me find her even if it were her corpse. The price I have to pay is to become Lu Xiaohua and help Madam Lu recover. You can put your mind at ease. I’m a mother.” She placed her hand on her chest. “I know how painful it is to lose your daughter.

“I accepted this identity, and I will fulfill my promise to Mr. Lu. I will treat Madam Lu like my mother and leave after she has recovered.”

Lu Ke’en’s tightly knitted brows seemed to relax a little. However, Xia Ruoxin knew that none of her words would matter. She was still a suspicious figure to Lu Ke’en.

It would not be easy for her to earn everyone’s trust.

However, none of this really mattered to her. She never had any intention of becoming the missy of the Lu family her whole life; neither did she intend to take a cut of the Lu family’s fortune.

…

Jian Qingying suddenly sat up.

“Xiaohua, where’s my Xiaohua?”

Qin Xuejuan was surprised by the sudden movement. She was almost scared out of her wits from that. The madam was a dancer when she was younger. Even though she had already stopped, her foundation was still there. Her spin was still on point.

“Xiaohua, Xuejuan, where’s my Xiaohua? Where’s my Xiaohua?” Jian Qingying grabbed Qin Xuejuan’s hand anxiously. She wanted to go find her daughter. Her daughter did not disappear after she woke up, right? It was not all a dream, was it?

“You mean Missy? She’s talking to Master now.” Qin Xuejuan helped her lie down and put the blanket over her. “Please wait, I’ll go get her. Also, please don’t worry. Our missy has been found; she won’t go anywhere.”

Jian Qingying sighed in relief. She hugged her blanket tightly, but she still could not believe it unless her daughter was right in front of her right now.

After a while, the door opened again.

Jian Qingying gripped her blanket tightly again. The person who entered the room was none other than Lu Xiaohua.

“Xiaohua.” She sat up hurriedly and reached towards her daughter.

Xia Ruoxin gripped Jian Qingying’s hand tightly. She did not know how to face the woman. She had never had much affinity with parents, and her biological mother had not been kind to her.

Her first set of mother’s love stopped when she was four, and she had long forgotten it.