Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 284: After Kicking Out the Scumbag, the Indifferent Buddhist Heir Dotes on His Wife 84

Su Zhiruan didn’t say anything more. She knew that the little girl just wanted to pour her heart out. She was still young, and before she could fully grasp the malevolence of society, she had already suffered abuse at home, and the only light in her life had also passed away.

"Do you believe in your aunt?" Su Zhiruan gently patted her back. Holding the thin child in her arms felt like embracing nothing but a skeleton. Seeing the girl’s puzzled look, she continued, "When people die, they become stars in the sky, twinkling and watching over their loved ones. Look, it’s raining today, right?"

The little girl blinked and nodded.

"Because Grandpa sees you crying, sees you in distress, he feels distressed and worried about you too. He misses you and doesn’t want to let you go. The rain is his tears," Su Zhiruan said with a smile. "Everyone is destined to die, but death is not disappearance; being forgotten is. As long as you keep Grandpa in your heart, he will always be by your side."

"Will I die too? Can I see Grandpa again after I die?" The little girl looked up at the sky but found only the endless rainy day.

"You are still young, death is a very, very distant thing. You should look at the world, enjoy life, that’s what you should do, not fear death."

Su Zhiruan opened the car door and brought her back to the car.

Zhou Huaiyu and Zhou Huaicong both watched her, which made the girl hide behind Su Zhiruan, barely daring to come out, peeking at them with half an eye, timidly releasing her goodwill.

Su Zhiruan’s two children were naturally kind. Even though their father was Zhou Mingyu and their mother was Su Zhiruan, they were destined not to suffer from birth. But Su Zhiruan had not spoiled them, nor had she overly indulged them; their characters were well-cultivated,

"Little sister, don’t worry, we are not bad people," Zhou Huaiyu got up, reached out her hand to take her own little blanket from the back seat, and walked over to the girl like a big sister, draping the blanket over her, "You must be very cold, wrap the blanket around you to warm up, and then come back and stay with us for a day."

Zhou Huaicong followed suit, unwrapping his favorite cheese stick and handing it to the thin little girl, "This is my favorite, I’m sharing it with you."

The girl had never been treated this way before. She stretched out her scarred hands and clutched the soft, fluffy blanket tightly, warmth quickly enveloping her entire body, and her small face regained some color.

The cheese stick in her mouth was sweet and silky, fragrantly milky and soft, very delicious.

This was the first time she had tasted something so delicious in her life.

Su Zhiruan looked at Zhou Huaiyu and Zhou Huaicong with an approving gaze, proud of their understanding of sharing.

"Madam, where to now?" The driver asked her.

"Home," Su Zhiruan instructed the housekeeper to start cooking via her phone, then looked up and told the driver, "Take it slow on the road."

"Alright."

Zhou Huaiyu was outgoing, Zhou Huaicong more steady, but both children took after Su Zhiruan in temperament, with high affability and a keen ability to understand others.

The three children sat in the back seat and quickly started talking.

Zhou Huaiyu and Zhou Huaicong were currently attending kindergarten, while the girl had never had a peer to be friends with. Not to mention kindergarten, she didn’t even have someone to talk to. Even neighbors with children wouldn’t allow their kids to speak with her, afraid they would pick up bad habits, as if she were a virus.

Now that Zhou Huaiyu and Zhou Huaicong were showing her kindness, she soon shifted from being quiet and timid to being a bit bolder, eager to fit in. She looked very happy.

At that moment, she was truly like a five-year-old child, laughing freely and as she wished, having friends and playmates, able to be herself.

Su Zhiruan had asked the housekeeper to prepare an elaborate meal beforehand, and when she returned by car, the housekeeper had already prepared dinner.

Jiang Zhaodi had never ridden in a car before, nor had she ever seen a house as splendid and luxurious as Su Zhiruan’s. Despite being not far apart, it seemed like two different worlds to her. Her eyes were filled with envy and longing, a yearning for the beauty she beheld.

In contrast, she had always lived in a dark, cramped corridor, barely clinging to survival; she couldn’t even begin to imagine living in such a large house.

"Madam, Young Master and Miss, you’re back?" The housekeeper came out to greet them with a smile, wiping her hands on her apron. When she noticed another child with the two, she paused for just a second but didn’t ask further questions. Instead, she looked up to seek Su Zhiruan’s preference, "Madam, should I serve the meal now, or should we wait a bit longer?"

"Let’s wait a while," Su Zhiruan waved her hand to call over the children, "Huaiyu, find your sister some clean clothes and take a bath with her."

"Okay, Mommy." Huaiyu reached out to take Jiang Zhaodi’s hand, and the two girls chatted and laughed as they went upstairs.

Su Zhiruan sent a message to Zhou Mingyu, who was on a business trip abroad. Having not replied to his message in just an hour, she received eighteen messages from him, complete with pictures and even a missed call.

She replied briefly to the most important messages and then also informed him about Jiang Zhaodi. Zhou Mingyu did not express much concern, indicating that as long as she was happy, whatever she did was fine.

After ten minutes, Su Zhiruan decided to go upstairs to check on the situation. Considering both children together were not even ten years old, she was not comfortable letting them bathe on their own. Soon, she pushed open the door.

As she entered, Huaiyu called out with a laugh, "Mommy! What brings you here?"

Jiang Zhaodi, who was in the bathtub with her, instinctively shrank back into the warm bathwater, attempting to hide the various scars that marked her body.

"Don’t be afraid, is the water too hot?" Su Zhiruan tested the water with her hand. She sat by the tub and handed Jiang Zhaodi a clean towel, signaling her to wipe the foam off her face.

"Thank you..."

As she took the clean towel and gently wiped her face, the moment she raised her arm, it was clear there were various wounds, some even appeared to be knife cuts. Perhaps due to lack of immediate care, the arm was covered with dense scars. Ashamed, she turned away, but Su Zhiruan saw even more wounds on her back.

Su Zhiruan felt a pang of hurt in her heart but said nothing, afraid of damaging the child’s pride, and she left the room.

After the two girls came out hand in hand, Su Zhiruan instructed the housekeeper to serve the dinner.

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Braised pork knuckle, drunken ribs, lychee pork, abalone fingers, fish slice soup, sweet and sour ribs...

A full table of dishes, rich in color, aroma, and taste, neatly arranged on the table.

These were Huaiyu and Huaicong’s favorite dishes. Thinking the tastes of children would be similar, Su Zhiruan simply told the housekeepers to cook them that way.

Normally, they wouldn’t eat so much on an ordinary evening, but today, to welcome Jiang Zhaodi, she asked the housekeeper to make a few extra dishes.