Chapter 38 Rose

Gu Qiaoqiao's hand holding the kitchen knife paused.

Then she lifted her eyes and seriously scrutinized Shen Manru.

Slightly curly medium-length hair, an oval face, and a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, which not only did not make her look old but added a bit more charm.

The pampered lady looked much younger than the mother in her memory.

Yet, the superiority exuding from her heart made Gu Qiaoqiao smirk with a hint of sarcasm.

She looked out the window, where under the sunset's afterglow, the garden behind the kitchen appeared somewhat hazy.

It seemed like the wind had picked up outside.

The branches of the rosebush shivered in the cold wind.

In both her past and present lives, before she turned eighteen, she, too, was a treasured child of her parents; although not wealthy, her mother never allowed her to do kitchen chores.

The two daughters of the Gu Family were both raised delicately.

Very happily!