Chapter 267: Human Nature
The room suddenly fell quiet. Feng Congqian fell silent, staring wide-eyed at “Bai Wenyin”.
“Bai Wenyin”: “……”
“Bai Wenyin”: “!!!”
She hurriedly retreated, anxiously looking at Nan Yuanman: “Perfection, I-I actually am not…”
She originally wanted to tell Nan Yuanman that she actually was not the real “Bai Wenyin”; she was merely a spirit born from her old clothes and not worthy of being her mother.
But upon meeting Nan Yuanman’s clear and innocent eyes, which also hid a bit of expectation, she found herself unable to say anything.
It was as if telling Nan Yuanman her true identity now would be a very cruel thing.
But maintaining one lie required countless more lies, and she couldn’t bear to continue deceiving Nan Yuanman.
Most importantly, if she didn’t tell Nan Yuanman now, she would forcibly arrange a match for her!!
How could she dare to touch her master’s pre-life partner!
So “Bai Wenyin” averted her gaze, lowering her head and not daring to continue meeting Nan Yuanman’s eyes. In a low voice, she continued her unfinished words: “I actually am not your mother, nor am I the real ‘Bai Wenyin’.”
When “Bai Wenyin” said this, she had already prepared for Nan Yuanman to burst into heartbroken tears, but unexpectedly she just nodded very calmly and said, “I know.”
“Wha…” “Bai Wenyin”, no, the old clothes spirit dumbly raised her head to look at her.
How could Nan Yuanman know? Why would she know? She had clearly… hidden it so well.
Even when regaining memory under control, she hadn’t shown too many clues in front of her.
When had she…
Nan Yuanman felt her eyes heating up, her nose tip a bit sour. She forcibly held it back and forced a smile toward the old clothes spirit: “From the time Grandpa stopped you from approaching me, I knew you weren’t my real mom.”
If it were the real Bai Wenyin, then Grandpa wouldn’t stop her from approaching her.
After all, no one knew better than him how much Nan Yuanman missed her mother.
She had just been greedy for that warmth brought by the old clothes spirit, wanting to deceive herself into briefly having a complete family.
Nan Yuanman smiled and smiled, but couldn’t smile anymore. She pursed her lips, her eyes reddening a bit, wanting to cry a little.
She missed Mom.
Seeing her eyes redden, the old clothes spirit instantly panicked. She hurriedly floated in front of her and crouched down, at a loss as she comforted and coaxed her: “Don’t cry, don’t cry. It’s my fault. I should have told you from the beginning, but at that time I had no memory and truly thought I was Bai Wenyin…”
The old clothes spirit looked annoyed because she was a spirit born from Bai Wenyin’s old clothes; her obsession was Bai Wenyin’s obsession. Without memory, she truly believed she was Bai Wenyin, which was why…
Nan Yuanman forcibly held it back, stubbornly saying: “I’m not wanting to cry. It’s just sand got in my eyes.”
The old clothes spirit nodded repeatedly, going along with her words: “Okay, okay, you’re not wanting to cry.”
Nan Yuanman pursed her lips and asked her: “You’re telling me now because you’re leaving too?”
The old clothes spirit gently shook her head: “Not leaving.”
“I am a spirit born from your mother’s old clothes. Your mother’s obsession is my obsession. She… truly wanted to complete a hundred little things with you.”
When she gained sentience, she hazily “saw” the scene of Bai Wenyin becoming pregnant with Nan Yuanman.
She knew how much Bai Wenyin anticipated Nan Yuanman’s birth.
Even though this child’s arrival was just an accident, she was still very happy because it meant that besides the Jiang family, there was one more blood-related relative in this world.
It was a family member who would never drive her out of the house, who would always trust her, and who would never abandon her.
Bai Wenyin often muttered to herself and said many things to the child in her stomach. What she said most was how she would raise her after the child was born, how she would braid her hair when it grew long, take her to the amusement park, learn to make nutritious meals for her to eat, and so on…
But none of these things had she had time to do.
The old clothes spirit said seriously: “Your mom really loved you.”
“My existence is to help her resolve her obsession, not to replace her position and make you sad. Sorry, Perfection.”
Nan Yuanman stared at her in a daze, listening to these words, her nose growing even sorer, while feeling extremely guilty inside.
She really wasn’t a good child.
With such a good mom, how could she want someone to replace her for her own selfish desires.
Nan Yuanman looked at Feng Congqian somewhat at a loss. Feng Congqian withdrew his observing gaze from the old clothes spirit. Meeting Nan Yuanman’s gaze, he stepped forward and hugged her in his arms.
Nan Yuanman wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head tightly in his chest without making a sound.
Feng Congqian gently patted Nan Yuanman’s back and calmly looked at the old clothes spirit: “I’ve roughly understood the situation. Ma’am, please rest in the side bedroom for now. I’ll take Perfection to wash up and sleep first.”
With that, he nodded slightly and took Nan Yuanman into the master bedroom.
The old clothes spirit watched them leave, sitting uneasily on the sofa without moving.
Master bedroom.
Feng Congqian sat on the sofa holding Nan Yuanman. Nan Yuanman sprawled in his arms like a little sloth, tightly clutching his clothes.
Feng Congqian, gently patting her back, felt warm wetness on his neck. His movements paused slightly, and his clear voice carried a bit of laughter: “I’ve never seen what a little crybaby looks like. Come, let me see.”
As he spoke, he reached out to turn Nan Yuanman’s head. Nan Yuanman used all her strength to resist, her voice muffled and choked: “I’m not crying.”
Feng Congqian humored her with ums and ahs: “Let me see to know if you’re crying or not.”
Nan Yuanman pursed her lips, relaxed her strength, and let Feng Congqian cup her head, but kept it lowered, never lifting it.
Seeing her reddened eyes, Feng Congqian sighed heavily in his heart. Wiping the tears from her eye corner with his fingertip, he seemed to see through what was in Nan Yuanman’s heart and said steadily: “Perfection is not a bad child.”
“Perfection just misses Mom too much, so she wanted to hold onto the old clothes spirit and have her continue being Mom for a while.”
“A child missing her mother is only natural. Perfection doesn’t need to feel guilty. Believe me, if your mother knew about this, she wouldn’t blame you.”
Nan Yuanman clutched his collar, looking at him pitifully with teary eyes: “Really?”
Feng Congqian nodded seriously: “Really.”
Nan Yuanman felt a bit better, but still somewhat dejected: “Sorry, Daddy. The surprise I prepared for you is gone.”
Feng Congqian felt a bit embarrassed: “No harm done.” To him, this wasn’t a surprise—it was a fright…
The beginning between him and Bai Wenyin wasn’t pleasant at all…
Nan Yuanman was a child who was good at coaxing herself and didn’t dwell inwardly. Soon she adjusted her mindset and went heartlessly to take a bath and sleep soundly.
The next day, she happily pulled the old clothes spirit to play games and insisted on giving her a name.
“Since you’re a spirit born from Mom’s clothes, let’s call you Bai Yi!”
Feng Congqian: “?”
Could this name be any more casual?
Before he could complain, Qi Chuhan’s video call came in.
Nan Yuanman happily answered: “Sister Qi!”
“Perfection, do you know this person?” Qi Chuhan waved to greet her, then aimed the camera at Jiang Hengzhi on the hospital bed: “He says he’s your second uncle.”
