After Jiang Xinyu tidied up, she still felt quite unaccustomed to the change, but things were improving a lot. Habits truly are daunting.
She crawled into bed, hugged her son, and watched him smack his lips, finding it particularly adorable.
Turning over, she looked at the little girl. This little girl really did, as Zhao Xiaoli said, resemble her a bit. Perhaps it was because she saw her every day and drank her milk.
She didn't lie; she truly wasn't hoping for anything from this child. It was just that the timing of the child's appearance was just right.
If she had come sooner or later, she might not have adopted her. This child will require careful upbringing, she thought, but she couldn't let her develop her parents' personality.
Some traits are innate, but they can be gradually corrected through nurture. A woman can't be too soft; this was something she learned through living two lifetimes.
If she hadn't felt inferior in her past life, she wouldn't have ended up that way.
