After rebirth, I went from a peasant girl to the richest man

Jiang's mother slowly began to wake up while she was drinking tea.

Her eyes were completely different when they were clear than when they were cloudy, especially when she saw her daughter's hand wrapped in her daughter's white and slender palm under the table, her eyes were particularly bright.

She looked up, her eyes sometimes clear and sometimes cloudy due to mist, and she mechanically drank the "medicine" that the nanny carefully brought to her.

She has lost some weight. Before she left Kyoto, her face still had some baby fat and her features were not very sharp. She used to love touching the fleshy area under her chin.

After growing taller, Hui Niang looked thinner and her figure began to become more mature. When she used to hold her waist in her hands and hug her, the gravity would squeeze her and the flesh would sink, leaving faint marks.

She didn't know when it started, but whenever she held her daughter in her arms, her waist would touch the bones on her slender waist. She didn't even dare to hold her too tightly, for fear of hurting the bones.

Only that part of her body that has some baby fat is rounder, so I can touch it without worrying about hurting her with my long nails.

Now, no one knows how much suffering he has endured. The last bit of his plumpness is gone, and he looks thin and frail.

She looked greedily at her daughter's profile, comparing it carefully with her memory to see if there were any changes, and taking note of them carefully in her mind.

As for what Jiang's father said, she listened to the whole thing, cursed in her heart, "shameless", and began to focus on her daughter again.

She hadn't seen her daughter for a long time, and she had forced her to leave home for more than ten years.

It was not until Bai's mother exposed the truth that Jiang's father had been drunk in the past that he began to react.

"Jiang An! You're asking for a fight!"

Jiang's mother's voice was not as sharp as when she scolded Jiang Si across the yard, but it was also full of anger.

The palm of the hand, which was well-maintained and showed no signs of aging, suddenly slapped on the solid wooden table, and the teacup made a frightened wailing sound.

When Bai's father and Bai Qingyun's hearts skipped a beat at the sudden sound, the voice from the other side continued to ring.

"Jiang An, you are a father, but you don't teach your daughter good things, and you actually teach her to lie!"

"Do you still act like a father?"

"..."

Seeing Father Jiang lowering his head due to Mother Jiang's repeated scolding, Father Bai and Bai Qingyun tacitly did not dare to look up to see what Mother Jiang looked like when she woke up. They could only lower their heads and pretend to admire the scenery in the yard.

Especially Father Bai, he now understood where his wife's aura came from, and secretly included Jiang's mother in the list of only two people he should not mess with.

I lowered my head and continued to admire the swing swaying gently in the wind out of the corner of my eye.

The only one who remained calm was Bai's mother.

If someone were stared at with such a burning gaze as that of Jiang's mother, even a person with a dull perception would notice it.

But Jiang's mother was different from others. Even though she was sick, her eyes were still burning as she looked at her daughter.

The only difference is that when you are sick, looking is the instinct of the brain, while when you are awake, it is driven by your own subjective consciousness.

She even began to be able to compare the changes in her daughter over the years with those in the past.

With subjective comparison, the focus of vision will also be different.

Bai's mother was able to notice it because the gaze had always been on her face, but now it had unconsciously moved to her waist and abdomen.

Just as Jiang's father mentioned taking her to a restaurant to meet his colleagues, childhood memories began to attack her. She remembered that her father taught her to lie, so she just blurted it out to see Jiang's mother's reaction.

As expected, there are only two people in this world who can affect Jiang's mother's emotions. Her mother has always been strict in educating her. Now she knows that the father actually teaches her child to lie, especially about being drunk.

That was simply the untouchable reverse scale formed by Jiang's mother's years of habit.

Bai's mother knew this, so she wanted to test whether the youngest's pills could be useful in treating his mother's illness.

Now that he had found out, he was in a good mood. He was in the mood to pick up his teacup and watch the show with great interest. The curve of his mouth couldn't be suppressed for a long time.

Jiang's father also knew this, so he didn't dare to confront Jiang's mother's anger head-on. He could only endure it silently like a quail.

But the guilt for doing something wrong dissipated in his anger, and Jiang's father suddenly realized what he had overlooked.

He stood up suddenly and stared into Jiang's mother's eyes. His excited eyes collided directly with those clear and angry pupils, no longer the confused look of the past.

He exclaimed, "That's great! Qingyun, Qingyun, come and see if your grandmother is better!"

He pointed at the empty teapot in Nanny's hand and said excitedly, "It works. This pill really works! Hahaha!"

Before Jiang's mother could utter the next sentence, she was beaten back by Jiang's father's excited look. She could only sit back in her seat and look at the person her husband was talking about.

With the same gentle and kind look as Grandma Bai, she smiled and said, "Good boy, you are thoughtful! Although I am sick, I can still hear some of your conversations between dreams and wakefulness."

"It's really a waste to use such a precious pill to treat an old woman like me who is half buried in the ground!"

Bai Qingyun didn't expect that Jiang's mother would be like this when she was awake, completely different from when she was sick.

The sick mother Jiang was like a walking corpse wrapped in an obsession, and that obsession was her mother, her daughter.

She would ignore her mother's feelings and forcefully hold her hand, not letting go; she would stubbornly pick up her daughter's favorite dishes and stare at her until she finishes eating, without considering whether she is full or not; she would just reach out and rub her daughter's belly...

When she is sober, she will start to consider things from Bai's mother's perspective.

In a rage, he let go of his daughter's tightly clenched hand. Although he felt sorry for her, he would not force her.

He would pick up a piece of dessert that his daughter used to like, and when he saw her frown after taking a bite, he would stop and add a cup of tea to her empty cup to relieve the greasiness...

These details undoubtedly added a lot of goodwill, and Bai Qingyun had to treat this somewhat old woman who was tortured by illness gently.

"You don't have to be polite, Grandma Jiang. Grandpa Jiang will be the teacher of my brothers from now on. We need someone to take care of the family. I do this for my own selfish reasons."

"Besides, it's not too difficult for me to make such pills. I can just wait until the herbs on the mountain are ripe and then make some!"

Bai Qingyun deliberately concealed her mother's concern for her, and also hoped that Jiang's mother, who had just woken up, would not rush to ease the relationship with her mother and do something that would make her mother sad.

Obviously, Jiang's mother is much more sensitive to such subtle perceptions than Jiang's father.

Jiang's mother didn't say much. Her bright eyes flickered for a moment, and she asked in a normal manner, "Oh? Sir?"