Chapter 3: She is not my biological daughter
"Since you are here, I want you to be clear about one thing today, and I hope you can accomplish it." He Xiaoman has resumed that noble posture to speak again.
Although she said the word hope, she expressed another meaning.
Huo Yao's lips twitched slightly, and he didn't speak yet, in the room, He Xiaoman's mother Yang Qiuhua, who was also the grandmother raised by the original owner, walked out.
She patted He Xiaoman's arm with her hand, beckoning her not to go too far, and then her gaze fell on Huo Yao's body, her expression softened subconsciously, "Yao Yao is back, how is the game?"
Huo Yao gave a light hum, and replied lazily: "It's okay."
"Have you won the prize?" Yang Qiuhua's voice became more excited.
"Well, first place." Huo Yao replied faintly, without any pride between her eyebrows and eyes, it seemed that it would be easy for her to get the first place.
When Yang Qiuhua heard this, he wiped tears from his eyes, "Good boy."
He Xiaoman, who was next to him, frowned, and asked the old lady unclearly: "What game won the first place?"
Yang Qiuhua looked at her, raised the corners of her lips, and said with some pride: "Don't you know that we not only have very good academic performance, but also..."
Seeing that the old lady didn't answer her question directly, He Xiaoman spoke and praised Huo Yao's good academic performance, and immediately lost interest in hearing the answers.
She raised her hand impatiently, and interrupted: "I already understand it now. As for you, there is no need to deliberately set her up in front of me. With her grades, she even went to the county key high school. No qualifications. If it weren't for our Lu family to pay, maybe she could only go to a vocational high school.
After a pause, He Xiaoman glanced at Huo Yao mockingly again, "These fisheyes are fisheyes, and they can never be regarded as pearls."
When Yang Qiuhua heard it, he looked at Huo Yao subconsciously, fearing that she would feel uncomfortable after hearing it, so he hurriedly explained: "You haven't taken care of her all these years, you don't even know that Yao Yao is now..."
He Xiaoman sneered and interrupted again disapprovingly, "Mom, she is not my He Xiaoman's biological daughter, nor your granddaughter. Her surname is Huo. Whether she is studying well or not, she will be with me. Nothing, I don't want to know."
Yang Qiuhua's face became stiff, those unfinished words stuck in her throat, and after a long time, she said dullly: "She is my granddaughter!"
He Xiaoman squeezed his eyebrows. I really don't know what kind of ecstasy the old lady had been poured by Huo Yao. The granddaughter she found didn't like it, but she liked this uncultivated fake!
"She has enjoyed the blessing of 17 years in our Lu family, but my biological daughter has suffered 17 years outside. Mom, please be sober and don't recognize your relatives randomly!"
"If you treat her as a relative, someone might just use you to cheat some money from our family to subsidize her relatives..."
"Shut up!" Yang Qiuhua was shivering with anger, "I was the one who brought me up. I know what kind of person she is, I know better than you, don't use yours to maliciously speculate on her."
He Xiaoman's face was pale, "No distinction between good and evil, Mom, I think you are really sick, you're so confused!"
Yang Qiuhua was over sixty years old and had a heart disease. He was irritated by He Xiaoman's words, his face pale, his fists pressed tightly on his chest.
Seeing this, Huo Yao put the things in his hands on the ground, walked quickly to the old lady's side, helped her sit down on the bamboo chair next to her, and held her wrist with his right hand.