Seeing Zhuang Rouhui walk towards the living room, Qu Ruorui and Wei Rong hurriedly stepped aside.
Wei Rong whispered to everyone, "Zhuang Lan’s parents are both pretty enthusiastic, but this aunt doesn’t seem very approachable, eh? Should we also go outside?"
Qu Ruorui nodded, "I think so too."
Yet, Yue Qingqing suddenly thought of something.
When she handed in her homework, her hand accidentally touched Zhuang Lan’s, and she felt the bond of kinship instantly.
That meant Zhuang Lan and she actually had a blood relationship.
Years ago, just as that woman was about to touch her, Yue Qingqing also had a subtle feeling.
It was only because the woman’s hand was ultimately grasped by her aunt, so the two did not make contact.
In an instant, Yue Qingqing had a guess in her mind.
As she left with the children, Yue Qingqing suddenly slipped and stumbled into Zhuang Rouhui.
In a flash, the profound bond of kinship came like an electric shock from the point of contact.
Much stronger than when she had touched Zhuang Lan.
Yue Qingqing could finally confirm that this woman was her biological mother.
Just after she arrived in this world, Yue Qingqing’s eyes could not see things clearly, and she could only vaguely see a shadow.
Then she heard another middle-aged woman calling her "Rouhui."
So her biological mother’s last name was Zhuang...
These thoughts churned only in her mind, with Yue Qingqing’s expression unchanged.
After steadying herself, she lowered her head to apologize and continued to walk outside.
Zhuang Rouhui gave a cold huff even though the sudden bump was not painful.
She looked down to make sure her dress was not stained.
"Wait a moment..." Zhuang Rouhui suddenly called out to Yue Qingqing, "You look familiar, young lady."
Yue Qingqing took a deep breath and turned around.
She flashed an innocuous smile.
"Maybe I just have a common face?" Yue Qingqing showed no joy upon finding her biological mother and, if not necessary, she did not want to interact with her too much.
Zhuang Rouhui’s suspicious gaze wandered over Yue Qingqing’s face.
This girl was exceptionally pretty, standing out among the many children at a glance.
Fair-skinned, with a pair of doe eyes, she was hard to forget.
Zhuang Rouhui immediately recalled the impolite brat from years ago, and her gaze turned colder at once.
"It wasn’t me..." Yue Qingqing walked away.
Zhuang Rouhui became even more convinced, her expression darkening as she took a few quick steps to block Yue Qingqing’s path, "It was you!"
The woman’s voice was shrill, drawing the attention of the children around them.
Li Xiaoqin felt a twinge of worry and hurried over to smooth things over.
"This child is also a classmate of Xiaolan. Have you met her before, Rouhui? Oh yes, when Xiaolan was cutting the cake earlier, he kept the biggest piece for auntie. I’ll go get it for you."
But Zhuang Rouhui did not shift her gaze, "Isn’t your family from the countryside? How come you’ve moved to the city?"
The disdain in her voice caused many children who originally lived in the countryside to frown.
The city children also found Zhuang Lan’s aunt to be quite impolite.
As the teacher had said, although there was initially a gap between the rural and city children.
As the children grew older, the bonds between classmates quickly dissolved these barriers.
Now no one in the school talked about it anymore. Otherwise, not only would the teacher criticize them, but the students would also find such a person annoying.
Yue Qingqing, poised, said, "Yes, we’ve moved here."
Zhuang Rouhui sneered, "But no matter where you people move, you can’t cover up that kind of smell."
As she spoke, she even patted the area where Yue Qingqing had bumped into her as if there was some dirt on it.