Whether it was truly steadfast and unwavering remained unclear for now, but modern life was indeed filled with many joys. Especially since the original young girl, while not exactly born with a silver spoon in her mouth, wasn't far from it.
Not to ntion the countless gifts and red envelopes from her parents, maternal grandparents, and uncles during holidays. Though the original girl was only just over seven years old, the countries she had visited and places she had played were too nurous to count. The photo albums and souvenirs alone filled an entire bookshelf, and remarkably, none were duplicates.
All kinds of toys and pretty little dresses were available in abundance. Afraid she might get bored during her recovery, aside from the latest toys and gaming consoles, Shen Qing had specifically invited the original girl's relatively close little friends during this period.
In spring, within the uniquely decorated garden, listening to several lively and adorable little girls chattering away every day, An Ning's originally sowhat listless spirits improved considerably.
Although her diet had beco slightly blander due to her illness, it wasn't entirely unacceptable. After all, in her previous life, for the sake of "cultivating the Dao," she had even attempted fasting.
Besides, with plenty of financial resources backing them up, the auntie's cooking skills at ho were genuinely excellent.
After one week, with her hair tied up in an adorable bun and wearing the latest pretty little dress, accompanied by the auntie, An Ning finally got into the car heading to school.
The elentary school the original girl attended was a well-known private school in Jiang City, just over ten minutes' drive from ho. When An Ning arrived, most of the children in the class had already gathered and were chattering about sothing.
Seeing An Ning arrive, a group of several-year-old little ones hurriedly craned their necks and gathered around to show concern.
"A-Ning, we heard you had a fever recently and were even hospitalized! Was it really awful? Here, this is chocolate my aunt brought from France last ti. I specially saved your favorite milk flavor for you."
"A-Ning, this is the latest gaming console..."
Most of those in this class were familiar faces from their social circle. Despite their young age, while not all, most were quite clever and perceptive.
Happily receiving a wave of concern, overall, on her first day of second grade in elentary school, An Ning felt she had adapted quite well.
However, a certain system within her spiritual sea, watching its host sporting a child's face, daily hopping about and playing happily with a bunch of little kids without getting tired of it, and studying the obviously childish addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division in textbooks with such earnest focus, couldn't help but show a hint of disillusionnt on its dog-like face.
Another day, after school, in the familiar backseat of the Bentley, sat a familiar figure at that ti.
Dressed in a well-tailored dark brown suit, legs naturally crossed, revealing an excellently maintained physique beneath, holding the familiar laptop, clearly having just co from a eting.
It was undoubtedly Lu Ting, the biological father of this body.
Perhaps feeling he had neglected his daughter earlier, combined with the occasional unhappiness An Ning had shown before, Lu Ting had beco considerably more attentive as a father during this period. Basically, whenever he had ti, he would personally co to pick her up.
Maintaining the original girl's habits, An Ning pretended to be calm as she climbed into the car with her short little legs, though the slight excitent revealed in her eyes still betrayed the little girl's true feelings.
Glancing at his daughter's adorable bun hairstyle, a smile quickly flashed in Lu Ting's eyes, and his voice no longer sounded tired:
"Daddy happens to have so free ti now. What would Ning Ning like to eat today? We'll have Uncle Zhang drive us directly later. I heard a newly opened Japanese restaurant is quite good."
Then, recalling his frequently sulking wife Shen Qing recently, he rubbed his temples almost imperceptibly before speaking gently:
"Ning Ning can also call Mommy and ask her later."
Seeing his expression, An Ning inwardly scoffed, silently rolled her eyes, and imdiately refused:
"No way! Daddy, I only want to eat Auntie Su's mandarin fish today, hmm... and pearl atballs too."
aning she didn't want to go out.
Truly unable to understand the mind of a seven-year-old, Lu Ting glanced at the little girl beside him, head bowed playing with the latest gaming console, her adorable face slightly puffed up, seemingly unhappy again.
Sighing inwardly, Lu Ting could only nod almost imperceptibly, set aside his work, and said to An Ning with a smile:
"Alright then. Whenever Ning Ning wants to go, Daddy will take you out to play."
Then he added:
"Our Ning Ning can go anywhere she wants!"
Still engrossed in playing with her little phone gadget, yet after his words fell, visibly, the little girl's large, dark, shiny eyes couldn't help but drift away for a mont.
Noticing this, Lu Ting's lips curved slightly at the corners.
Amidst the intermittent roar of cars on the road, the Bentley carrying the father and daughter soon disappeared from the school gate.
Unbeknownst to them, not far away, after they left, another little girl of similar age to An Ning, also wearing a light blue princess dress, was gazing wistfully in the direction they had departed, her equally dark and sparkling big eyes filled with envy.
Jiang Miao, who had just gotten out of her car and hurried over, seeing this scene, felt a pang of heartache. Without even having ti to put on the coat she had specially brought, she stepped forward and almost urgently pulled her precious daughter into her arms. After scrutinizing her repeatedly, she finally breathed a sigh of relief:
"What's wrong, Yao Yao?"
Maintaining the original girl's habits, An Ning pretended to be calm as she climbed into the car with her short little legs, though the slight excitent revealed in her eyes still betrayed the little girl's true feelings.
However, in the next second, the large hand at her side was sharply shaken off by a pair of small hands, as the other party said with a tearful voice:
"Mom, I don't want any Uncle Lu! I have a dad! Mom, please take ho to find Dad, okay!"
The little girl, only just over seven years old, her eyes filled with tear stains, looked up at the tall, slender woman in a long dress with long hair who appeared particularly gentle and graceful. Her small hands kept tugging hard at the hem of the woman's clothes:
"Mom, why? Why did you have to separate from Dad? Yao Yao wants to go ho, Yao Yao wants Dad..."
During dismissal ti, with the constant sound of car horns around, looking at her heartbroken, crying daughter under the setting sun, Jiang Miao's expression flickered uncertainly but ultimately solidified into resolve:
"Be good, Yao Yao. Listen to Mommy. You just need to know that everything Mommy is doing is for you. Your dad, he..."
What about him, she truly couldn't say. The answer she received was the little girl's increasingly intense sobs.
Not far away, observing this scene through the system, An Ning beca thoughtful.
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