I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 127: Nervous

Han Xianglan wished she could slap herself twice.

Sometimes she truly hated her own nature, yet she couldn’t control it.

She couldn’t even control herself from saying what she wanted to say.

She said, "Qiao Qingyu, do you think you are my daughter?"

Qiao Qingyu was shaken, her eyes widening suddenly, her hands clenched tightly at her sides, her heart uncontrollably pounding.

Had the person standing opposite her not been Han Xianglan, she wouldn’t have cared, not even if it were Qiao Zhicai.

But this person was Han Xianglan, the biological mother of this body, the one who had given birth to Qiao Qingyu and raised her.

They say a mother knows her daughter best!

And they speak of a mother-daughter connection.

Admit it?

Definitely, it was not to be admitted!

At worst, she would never return to the Qiao Family Team again.

But was that really okay?

"... Mom, I know this has hurt your heart, it’s like stabbing a knife into you, and I know it was wrong, but it’s too late now, we can’t undo it. Can we just look forward?"

Han Xianglan let out a long breath, saying slowly, "It’s been half a year, and you have really grown."

Then continued, "I heard you’ve finished your middle school courses and are now about to get your high school diploma, right?"

"Yes, Mom, didn’t you always urge me to do so?"

"Qingyu, I am your mother, we have been mother and daughter for over a decade, why are you using honorifics with me?"

Qiao Qingyu lowered her head, her hands clasped together.

At that moment, she truly wished Han Xianglan was an illiterate rural woman who had never left the Qiao Family Team.

Just then, Han Xianglan, who had been staring intently at her, suddenly trembled. She abruptly widened her eyes. They weren’t far from each other when Qingyu unconsciously fiddled with her fingers, reminding Han Xianglan of her daughter when she used to make mistakes.

But what shocked her was not just that.

She was sitting on the kang, but she moved with the most incredible speed to get down.

Almost in the blink of an eye, she was standing in front of Qiao Qingyu, who was genuinely startled.

What was Han Xianglan doing now?

Soon, without explanation, Han Xianglan grabbed Qiao Qingyu’s right hand.

Her gaze was fixed on the little red mole on the index finger.

Qiao Qingyu’s heart pounded.

On the first day she was transported into the novel, she wasn’t even this nervous in front of He Xiuyu.

Han Xianglan was still staring at the little red mole; perhaps every mother was like this, not forgetting the birthmarks on their child, the way they laughed.

She distinctly remembered that her daughter had a red mole on her finger, which disappeared the year she started having doubts, and it never reappeared even when she left the Qiao Family Team with He Xiuyu.

They say the divine is always overhead.

At this very moment, Han Xianglan silently chanted Amitabha.

Her tears immediately streamed down.

Then, Qiao Qingyu was tightly embraced by Han Xianglan.

Qiao Qingyu dared not move, unsure of what was wrong with Han Xianglan again...

From the moment she had entered the room, Han Xianglan had seemed somewhat neurotic.

It is said that people who are sensitive to a certain degree can be neurotic.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps from Qiao Zhicai could be heard in the courtyard, and Han Xianglan still held Qiao Qingyu tightly.

She stopped thinking, stopped caring, stopped analyzing.

She patted Qiao Qingyu’s somewhat stiff back, not minding the resistance from Qiao Qingyu’s body, and then let go of Qiao Qingyu, turned her head, and shouted louder than she ever had in her life, "Zhicai, come in quickly and pack our things, we’re going home now."

These words were as melodious as the sounds from heaven, filling Qiao Zhicai with joy.

This house was borrowed from his elder brother and had no owner; they could have lived there indefinitely, but it still wasn’t as good as their own home. Moreover, with things as they were, there was a lot to arrange back home, such as the vegetable garden and other tasks. Staying here any longer would drive them crazy.

Taking advantage of Han Xianglan’s distraction, Qiao Qingyu glanced at her right index finger.

She felt her memories weren’t connecting properly.

The red mole wasn’t merely a mole; it was her pass to enter and leave the laboratory space.

However, it was clear that Han Xianglan had been staring right at the red mole on her hand.

Did it exist before?

But why did she feel like the red mole had appeared suddenly?

Oh well, she didn’t want to think about it anymore. Her transmigration was mystical after all; trying to understand it was just asking for trouble.

She didn’t know when she had started to tear up, but she managed to give Han Xianglan a smile.

Finally, Han Xianglan’s cold gaze softened.

She said only one thing, "Aren’t you going to help Mom pack up..."

In the afternoon, Qiao Zhicai happily drove the cart borrowed from the head of the village, bringing his daughter and wife back to Qiao Family Team.

Qiao Zhicai sneaked glances at his wife and noticed the sorrow had vanished from her face, her lips constantly curved upward. She and her daughter, sitting close beside her, looked remarkably alike and both were beautiful. Qiao Zhicai, feeling proud, cracked the whip, and the sorrel horse galloped even faster.

Once in the village, Han Xianglan kept a constant smile on her face.

Everyone from the Qiao Family Team who met them responded with broad smiles, and those who were close to Han Xianglan held her hand and chatted warmly.

All the conversations were cheerful.

From start to finish, not a single discordant note was sounded.

Reaching the front of their house, Qiao Zhicai felt the anxiety in his throat finally settle down.

He felt even prouder.

Not just him, his elder brother also hoped that village gossip would fade with time, but their Qingyubao had resolved the situation so cleanly and neatly.

Good things come in pairs, they say. That afternoon, the postman delivered a letter.

It was from Qiao Mubao.

Interestingly, his cousin, notorious for getting lost, might have been favored by the heavens because, remarkably, he bumped into Qiao Mubao on the street.

The two planned to return home by the end of the month.

Naturally, everyone from the Qiao Family felt entirely relieved.

That evening, Qiao Qingyu called Han Xianglan into her bedroom and handed her a wallet, whispering, "Mom, last month, Sister-in-law Li and I partnered to make crossbody bags and sold them to female workers at a factory in town. I made 900 yuan, and Sister-in-law Li made 600 yuan. I gave Grandma 300 yuan for Aunt to repay the debts borrowed from Uncle, and I let Grandma handle the rest."

Han Xianglan asked curiously, "What kind of crossbody bags sell for so much money?"

"Do you remember the fabric scraps Uncle brought back last time? They were made from those, and they sold out really fast. Here is six hundred yuan, please don’t worry about using it; I earned it myself."

Han Xianglan smiled, "Now that you’re married to He Xiuyu, who from your description sounds like a good boy, treasure that. We’re already a family now; there’s no need to separate out the money anymore; it’s too hard to split anyway. Mom doesn’t mind, it was just some angry words before..."