You are like the warm sun

Chapter 146 Different Treatments in Childhood
The people in the room subconsciously looked towards the door.

Zhang Hehua was leading a girl in. She was very thin and slender, with a fair and pretty face. Her graceful eyes and eyebrows were filled with the delicate and gentle temperament unique to Jiangnan women, yet she was also resolute and elegant.

This was the first time Li Yanxiang met her cousin.

I was amazed at first sight.

"so beautiful……"

Although none of the facial features are very prominent, when put together, there is an indescribable beauty, somewhere between maturity and immaturity, which makes them particularly charming.

Could this be the temperament of a high school student?
Li Yanxiang, who is about to enter the second year of junior high school, is extremely envious.

After Tang Wan entered the room, she glanced at the place indifferently.

Zhang Hehua took a pair of dirty, old slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of her. An apologetic look appeared on her wealthy face. "We don't have any extra shoes at home. This is the only pair we have. Please make do with them."

"Thank you."

Her thanks were polite yet distant.

Bending down to put on her shoes, she casually placed her shoes neatly at the door, with the toes facing outwards, which looked out of place with the several pairs of shoes placed messily next to them.

At this time, the old lady came out of the kitchen after hearing the noise. She was stunned when she saw the girl who had just entered the door, and then she forced herself to pretend to be enthusiastic: "Here she is."

Tang Wan: "Yeah."

Old Master Li came out of the room, leaning on a cane, and sat down in the main seat facing the door. He snorted heavily, his face uneasy, "You didn't even call for help when you came?"

Zhang Hehua took her hand and reminded her: "Xiao Wan, don't just stand there, call grandpa and grandma."

Tang Wan smiled slightly and shouted as they wished.

"Fengting, Yanxiang, this is your cousin." Zhang Hehua signaled them with her eyes to call for help.

Li Yanxiang said hesitantly, "Cousin..." Li Fengting, who was standing beside her, put his hands in his pockets and was casually looking at his cousin, whom he had little impression of. When he heard his mother's words, he called out in a drawling tone, "Hello, cousin."

Tang Wan looked at him, and suddenly recalled the not-so-pleasant days when she lived here as a child, as well as the time when she lived under someone else's roof in her previous life.

After her mother passed away, her father brought her to live in this house for two months.

At that time, my father was busy looking for a job and a new home, and he could only visit her once every few days.

She is looked after by her aunt and grandmother.

Little Tang Wan was sensitive to the fact that they disliked her, but she didn't know why. To please them, she was very obedient, not crying or making a fuss, and even took the initiative to help her aunt look after her one-year-old sister.

But they still didn't like her.

What impressed her most was the day when her cousin, who was two years younger than her, took a fancy to one of her rag dolls and wanted to take it apart to see what the fluffy cotton inside looked like.

That was bought for her by her mother, but she didn't want it.

As the two children were pushing and shoving the doll, little Tang Wan used her height advantage to snatch the doll back, but accidentally pushed her cousin to the ground.

The fall was not serious, but he cried.

The crying attracted my aunt and grandmother.

Grandma picked up my cousin and after listening to her crying, she slapped her in the face without saying a word, knocking her to the ground. She snatched the rag doll she was holding, cursing at her.
"If your brother wants to play, just let him play! As his older sister, don't you know how to give him some space? You live in my house and yet you dare to hit my sweet grandson. You're just as ungrateful as your mother!"

Little Tang Wan burst into tears out of grievance.

That night, her father came to see her, and she couldn't help but throw herself into his arms.

(End of this chapter)