The Kitty Became a Cutie and Was Pampered in the 80s-Chapter 30 - Is the Original Owners Consciousness

Chapter 30 -30 Is the Original Owner’s Consciousness Still There? (2)_1

Chapter 30 -30 Is the Original Owner’s Consciousness Still There? (2)_1

Wu Le had not expected to be bumped into and gave a sheepish smile, muttered that she would go check if Ruan Qun had fallen asleep and then headed out. Reaching the entrance, she saw Ruan Jiaojiao; her expression froze, and her eyes held a complex look as she smiled at her, then walked away even faster.

Wu Le’s feelings towards Ruan Jiaojiao had always been complex. She herself had two sons and did not prioritize boys over girls. She had also wanted a daughter, but the strict family planning policy in recent years meant it was impossible for her to have more children.

She had married the youngest son of the Ruanlin Family.

In most families, the youngest son would be the most pampered one, with the parents’ utmost support, and considering she had given birth to the Ruan Family’s youngest grandson, Ruan Qun, the Ruanlin Family should have treated her better.

But the Ruanlin Family was the opposite of that; she favored her eldest son and doted on Ruan Jiaojiao.

Compared to Ruan Jiaojiao, her son Ruan Qun seemed like a worthless weed.

At first, with other nephews to compare with, it did not matter much.

But over the years, it would be false to say she harbored no thoughts about it. However, she was much smarter than Liao Zhaoji. Even if she felt unhappy inside, she never let it show. And since Ruan Jiaojiao, her little niece, was indeed soft, cute, and lovable, she often couldn’t bring herself to be unkind and actually liked her quite a bit.

Still, that’s how people are sometimes, even without malicious intent, they occasionally have to run their mouths.

And just then, having just returned, she had run her mouth and had been caught red-handed by Du Qing. Feeling both embarrassed and ashamed, she quickly retreated to her own room with her head buried.

Ruan Jiaojiao, however, felt nothing much; this was the original host’s family. She would embrace the good and respond with equal kindness, and the bad did not affect her much.

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What she found odd was that since her arrival here, she had very few memories of the original host’s mother, so few that it was as if the mother did not exist in her memory.

It seemed like someone had deliberately extracted the memories related to her mother.

Nobody in the Ruan Family talked about it; it appeared to be a taboo for Ruan Jiaojiao.

She could only occasionally infer from their offhand comments that the original host’s severe illness was related to her second aunt, who must have used the original host’s mother to provoke her, leading to a series of events that even caused the original host’s death, ultimately allowing her to take over this body.

When Du Qing came out with the water, she saw Ruan Jiaojiao standing at the doorstep, head bowed, her expression indiscernible under the dim oil lamp, but looking somewhat forlorn and pitiable.

Her heart jumped, and she quickly set down the basin, rushed forward, and scooped her up, comforting her with distress, “Jiaojiao, don’t listen to their nonsense. Mommy will come back. She said so, she said she would bring back lots of pretty clothes and lots of delicious things for Jiaojiao.”

As she spoke, she gently stroked her small back.

Ruan Jiaojiao felt an unusual sourness in her heart.

Her eyes became red.

This reaction was so sudden, tears fell before she herself could understand what was happening.

“Jiaojiao…” Du Qing felt heartbroken and picked her up, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, your third aunt is here, always here.”

Ruan Jiaojiao blinked back tears, still streaming, and reached out to hug Du Qing’s neck, burying her head in her shoulder, her heart tumultuous.

She did not know why she was crying.

Could it be that some consciousness of the original host still resided within her body?

Was that why the mention of Shu Jiao involuntarily brought her to tears?