Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 283: After Kicking Out the Scumbag, the Indifferent Buddhist Heir Dotes on His Wife 83

The landfill manager, moved by compassion, saw her, a little baby wrapped in torn swaddling clothes, filthy all over, with only her little eyes timidly looking at him. Seeing the impending rain, he took her back with him.

That’s how Jiang Zhaodi spent her first year.

There were no hundred-day feasts, no birthday ceremonies, but the landfill manager raised her well.

By the time she turned three, she was thin and scrawny, her skin dark and her body grimy, but at least she had grown.

The landfill manager had thought he was given a daughter by heaven, and father and daughter were preparing to live out their lives together, but at that point, Jiang’s mother suddenly appeared, bringing many people and accused the old man of abducting their family’s child.

Jiang’s mother had proof, and she soon took the three-year-old little Zhaodi back.

Little Zhaodi, scared and clinging tightly to the old man, refused to go with the fierce-looking old woman before her, but there was no way around it. No matter how much she cried and screamed, it was useless, and she was still taken away by Jiang’s mother.

After that, the nightmare began.

Jiang’s mother just wanted a ready-made slave, and the raised Zhaodi was just right.

"Your mom is getting out of prison soon. You little money-loser, take good care of your dad, clean the house, and make meals." Jiang’s mother poked Jiang Zhaodi’s forehead with her fingernail. The little girl flinched in pain, only to be met with even more relentless torment.

"You little wretch! Taking you back was doing you a favor. Did you really think that having a wild father would solve everything?! You don’t even recognize your own father, mother, or grandmother. You’re a thankless wolf!" Jiang’s mother berated the three-year-old little Zhaodi with the most cruel language.

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At the age of five, she accidentally learned from others that the landfill manager had died.

It was also a rainy night.

By now, little Zhaodi could understand what was happening; under the abuse of the Jiang family, she was never full, had no meat or eggs, and her sleeping area was a corridor by the door, cold in the winter, hot in the summer, and noisy. She remained silent, not daring to say or ask for anything.

The shriveled and scrawny little girl pushed the door open on her fifth birthday and went downstairs by herself, heading to the garbage heap in the pouring rain.

The rain was cold against her skin, and her small body shivered without a coat.

When Su Zhiruan passed by to inspect the land, she happened to see the little girl.

"Stop the car," Su Zhiruan instructed the driver and looked out the window at the lonely little girl.

"Momma, the little sister looks so pitiful!" Zhou Huaiyu, wearing a crown on her head and dressed in a pink princess dress, stopped playing Sudoku with her brother when she noticed Su Zhiruan’s gaze out the window, and they both looked out together.

Zhou Huaicong might be younger, but his personality was more composed than his sister’s. "Momma, do you know her?" he asked.

"If Mom brings her home to stay for the night, would you be willing?" Su Zhiruan asked in a negotiating tone, holding a child in each arm.

"She looks so pitiful, let’s take her for a meal,"

"Sis and I think the same,"

Both children nodded in agreement.

Su Zhiruan took an umbrella from the driver and cautioned the two children, "Stay put and don’t run around."

The rain grew heavier, and she got out of the car.

The rain soaked her skirt hem, but Su Zhiruan didn’t pay much attention to it.

The moment she saw Jiang Zhaodi, she recognized her.

Over the past five years, she periodically sent people to investigate the Jiang family and knew everything about them.

Jiang Beiyu went crazy, Bai Yueyou was thrown into prison, and Jiang’s mother grinded away at odd jobs.

As for the retribution these few people received, Su Zhiruan only felt relieved.

But for the younger Jiang sister, she couldn’t bear it.

She was born without the love of her blood relatives, not even caring concern.

She couldn’t do much, but she was willing to bring the child back for a meal.

In the pouring rain, Su Zhiruan approached her.

The little Jiang sister knelt straight on the ground, despairing as if she had lost the whole world.

It wasn’t until she suddenly felt no rain falling on her head that she looked up in surprise.

The torrential rain was falling in sheets, Su Zhiruan squatted down, "Why are you here in such heavy rain?"

The little Jiang sister was silent, saying nothing.

"I am not a bad person, come get in the car and change your clothes, you’ll catch a cold like this," Su Zhiruan maintained her squatting position unchanged, her voice was very gentle.

The little Jiang sister peeked at her timidly, but quickly looked away and continued to remain silent.

"I know your parents, and I know your grandmother," Su Zhiruan sighed deeply, the child’s defenses were just too deep, at five years old, when she should be at her most lively and playful, she was instead showing signs of despair and stillness, Su Zhiruan decided to play her trump card, she calmly stood up, "To tell you the truth, even if you weren’t here today, they wouldn’t know, and they wouldn’t care about you, how about it? Come back with Auntie for a full meal."

It was at this moment that something Su Zhiruan said moved the little Jiang sister, she silently stood up and reached out her hand to Su Zhiruan.

Su Zhiruan looked at the little hand full of various wounds, scars that did not belong to her age, old and new piled on top of each other, it was even difficult for her to bear to look.

She reached out to lift the little Jiang sister up, but the moment they touched, Su Zhiruan heard her say in a hoarse voice, "I’m dirty."

"You’re not dirty," Su Zhiruan didn’t mind at all, she carried the child with one hand and held the umbrella with the other, walking towards the car with the little Jiang sister.

The tiny dirt-covered girl had never felt such a warm embrace before.

She was momentarily stunned, gazing at Su Zhiruan’s beautiful profile, smelling the warm fragrance from her body, the little Jiang sister tentatively snuggled closer, closed her eyes, and felt with her heart.

A hint of yearning and warmth sprang up in her little heart, feelings she had never experienced before — the embrace of a mother’s love.

At that moment, all her grievances and sadness seemed to find a place to be released, as the five-year-old girl, with all her might, slowly leaned into Su Zhiruan, resting against her.

"If you’re tired, you can sleep for a while," Su Zhiruan gently patted her, her tone was soft.

She was never heartless, her vengeance was only directed at those who deserved it.

The little girl in her arms was at most five years old, the same age as her twins, but with a starkly different life, having been abused by the Jiang family in every way. No parent could stand to see that, and Su Zhiruan was no exception.

"My grandfather died..." the little Jiang sister rested on her, gently wrinkling her nose as she quietly sobbed, "I know, I was raised by my grandfather when I was little, he’s dead, I know, dead means not here anymore, there won’t be anyone to love me ever again..."

Su Zhiruan was silent, continuing to listen.

"They all curse my grandfather, but he was a good man... I want my grandfather..."

In the cold wind, the little girl was drenched by the rain and blown by the wind, she sniffled, and with her very small, emaciated hand, gently wrapped her arms around Su Zhiruan.