Chapter 257: Chapter 257: Investigating the Adoption Process of An Xiaolan Chapter 257: Chapter 257: Investigating the Adoption Process of An Xiaolan She gently said, “Sister Xiaotong, there’s no love without reason in this world, and no hate without cause…”
An Xiaotong choked with a sob.
“The way your mother dotes on An Xiaolan is ethically unimpeachable.”
“I know that,” An Xiaotong nodded.
Adopted daughters and biological daughters are not the same, if adopted, indeed they should be treated just like biological daughters.
Though they are said to be treated the same, there are still differences.
You can scold a biological daughter, but it’s not good to scold an adopted daughter.
Otherwise, there would be moral condemnation.
The former An Xiaotong had endured it all because of such concerns.
“However, your mother’s behavior is not normal,” Gu Qiaoqiao asserted confidently.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed too; she’s not just acting. She genuinely adores An Xiaolan,” An Xiaotong said with a hint of grievance in her voice.
“I’m not trying to stir up trouble between you, given your family’s circumstances, your mother has no need to worry about living conditions, so she should just be responsible for loving and caring for you. But loving an adopted daughter and a biological daughter doesn’t have to conflict. We have two daughters in our family, yet my mother loves my sister and me just the same…”
Gu Qiaoqiao paused here.
The more she spoke, the more abnormal it seemed.
True enough, An Xiaotong began to ponder deeply on the other end, and after harboring doubts and worries, her heartache lessened a bit.
Gu Qiaoqiao continued, “I think you could trust someone to look into it, your mother’s processes of adopting An Xiaolan and also An Xiaolan’s background. Perhaps you’ll discover something unexpected.”
An Xiaotong was startled.
She had never thought about investigating An Xiaolan’s origins.
All she knew was that An Xiaolan had come to her family when she was six years old, the year she was four and did not remember things.
She had very little impression of An Xiaolan’s early years.
She only knew she had an older sister.
Because she had always been taken care of by her grandmother.
She was much closer to her grandmother than to Han Zhuomei.
After a long moment, An Xiaotong nodded seriously and sniffled, seeming much more relieved.
Having a target and doubts about her mother Han Zhuomei’s partiality gave her a different perspective.
She was not as upset as before.
After a few more words with Gu Qiaoqiao, An Xiaotong hung up the phone.
She rolled an egg across her cheek, which Du Tian had just brought over.
Han Zhuomei was truly harsh.
And used a lot of force.
She thought, if Han Zhuomei were a man, her teeth might have been knocked out.
Because even now, even if medicated, even rolling an egg back and forth, the pain was still fiercely intense.
An Xiaotong’s gaze gradually became cold.
This slap had dispersed the little bit of mother-daughter affection that was left.
She looked at Du Tian walking in.
Du Tian still carried his debonair charm.
Though his exterior seemed gentle as jade, his words could be cruel. They had been neighbors as children until the Du Family moved away.
This period lasted about fifteen years.
Throughout her life, it seemed Du Tian’s shadow was always present.
When they were young, he loved to bully her, pulling on her freshly braided pigtail, snatching her favorite White Rabbit Creamy Candy.
He also liked to appear suddenly in front of her and then scare her into crying.
Later, when they went to school,
he began to carry her on his bicycle.
And she was unhappy about that.
Because she had wanted her older brother to carry her on his bicycle, but on his bike’s rear seat, An Xiaolan always sat.