Reborn as the group's favorite, becoming the favorite of the rich boss

The sound of people talking could be vaguely heard downstairs. Song Zhiwan was pushing a small suitcase a few steps faster than the other two. So when everyone saw Song Zhiwan coming downstairs with things in his hands, they asked curiously, "Where's Ah Yu? Have you finished packing?"

"Uh, um~" Song Zhiwan couldn't help but smile and pointed at the stairs. Everyone found her like this funny. Jiang Yu was very familiar with the place and took a few steps forward to see what was going on. "What's so funny? Let me see too... Damn!"

I saw Song Zhiyu holding a suitcase in one hand and holding a girl's hand with the other. And why did this girl look so familiar?

"Mom! It's the protagonist!" Jiang Yu didn't have so much to think about at the moment, he blurted out excitedly, isn't this the protagonist who was gossiping about the Jiang family just now!

Everyone looked towards the stairs, and the two walked down the stairs side by side. This was the first time Song's mother saw Jiang Qie. She was wearing the simplest clothes, with a high ponytail, a thin but upright figure, and a clean and beautiful face. She was no less attractive than Song Zhiyu when standing next to him.

Yuan Qing also looked at the girl in front of him seriously, feeling a vague sense of familiarity.

"Mom." In order to avoid an awkward situation, Song Zhiyu spoke first.

Jiang Qie just stood aside, facing everyone's gaze, nodding and greeting them.

The smile on Madam Jiang's face suddenly disappeared, her eyes turned slightly red, and she murmured something, but in the end she only uttered two words.

"Nannan......."

The sound was very light, but everyone around heard it clearly, even Grandpa Jiang and Jiang Congwei were shocked.

"What......"

Old Madam Jiang had already broken free from Jiang Su's hand, and walked forward quickly, looking at Jiang Qie in front of her, and stretched out her hand, gently stroking the girl's cheek, with a smile on her face, but full of tears. Jiang Qie was also stunned, not expecting this to happen, but the strange thing was that when she looked into the eyes of the old lady in front of her, her body seemed to be fixed in place, feeling the touch on her face, the other's eyes were full of longing, desperate sadness, and a glimmer of hope.

"My daughter..."

No one had expected this situation to happen. Even Song Zhiyu stood aside with a serious expression, holding the girl's hand tightly.

"Grandma Jiang..." Song Zhiyu roughly understood what was going on. He also knew that the "Nannan" the other party was referring to was the deceased youngest daughter of the Jiang family, Jiang Ci's aunt.

"Mom, you're wrong..." Jiang Congwei frowned and looked at Old Man Jiang. Ever since Jiang Zhi passed away, Old Madam Jiang's mental state has been very bad. It has finally gotten better in the past few years, and she has never experienced a situation like today.

To be honest, when the two saw Jiang Qie for the first time, they did mistake him a little, especially when he was smiling and greeting her just now, which made him look even more similar. But even so, they were only 50% similar.

Jiang Qie was stared at by the old lady, and she was at a loss. She guessed that the other person should be Jiang Ci's grandmother, but what was going on now?

"Madam Jiang, you've got the wrong person. I'm not Nannan."

The girl's sweet voice brought the old lady back to reality. She just looked at the girl, and her hands slowly left the girl's face, but only a little. It was such a similar face, but the voice was not the sweet one she remembered.

Madam Jiang woke up with a start, and the last bit of light in her eyes was shattered. Yes, her daughter had left more than ten years ago and would never come back.

Everyone looked at the sad old lady Jiang, and they felt very distressed. Jiang Zhi's departure was a pain that could not be erased by anyone, let alone a mother who had carried her baby for ten months and raised her for more than twenty years.

Jiang Yu stepped forward, supported the shaky body of Old Lady Jiang, and said worriedly: "Grandma, she is not an aunt, her name is Jiang Qie."

Tears welled up in her eyes and she slowly lowered her trembling hands.

"Ayin, calm down. This is not our daughter." Mr. Jiang also approached, gently stroking Mrs. Jiang's back, looking at Jiang Qie with a gloomy expression. In fact, at that moment just now, he also thought she was his daughter, but he knew that this was not her.

"Miss Jiang, I'm sorry."

Jiang Qie shook her head, it was just a mistake, it was not a big deal, and it did not cause her any trouble. But looking at the old man's sad eyes, Jiang Qie felt indescribably uncomfortable and frowned unconsciously.

Madam Jiang did not move, and everyone stood there with her. After a few minutes, she seemed to come to her senses, wiped her tears, put away her previous incompetent look, and looked at Jiang Qie in front of her again.

"Miss Jiang, I'm sorry I scared you just now."

Jiang Qie smiled softly: "No, you don't look very well, why don't you go and have a rest."

Old Mrs. Jiang shook her head, exhaled, and said slowly: "I'm fine, I just miss my daughter too much..."

Everyone fell silent. Mr. Jiang turned around. Even Jiang Yu, who was usually nonchalant, lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, I mistook you for her. I didn't mean to do that. I was just... afraid that I would forget her."

Over the past decade, the deceased have passed away, and the living have relied on memories to get through day after day. Mrs. Jiang looks at her daughter's photos every day so that she will not forget what her daughter looked like.

The old man's few short words made everyone present feel sad. There is nothing more painful than seeing a loved one die. The old man's eyes were red at this moment, like a dried-up spring, which burst into streams of longing again after seeing Jiang Qie.

Jiang Qie glanced at Song Zhiyu, gave him a soothing look, and let go of the man's hand. Because it had been held in Song Zhiyu's hand, it was no longer as cold as before.

Jiang Qie gently grasped old lady Jiang's hand and placed it on his face. He didn't know why he felt so sad at the moment. Looking at the sad old woman in front of him, it was as if he remembered his grandfather who had been on the hospital bed. In the end, he left without even touching Jiang Qie's face.

Jiang Qie curved his eyes and said with a smile: "I know, your daughter will know it too."

Old Mrs. Jiang couldn't hold back any longer, and tears flowed again. She gently touched the girl's delicate cheek. When the girl smiled, it was as if Jiang Zhi was really standing in front of her, calling her "Mom" with a smile.

Jiang Qie reached out and gently wiped the tears from the old lady's face, and said softly: "Your daughter has such a good mother like you, she must miss you very much. She certainly doesn't want to see you sad."