After transmigrating, I became a stepmother.

"Madam, the old lady wants to see you and the young master. She says your mother has arrived."

When Liu Dan came in and said this, Lin Hao was practicing calligraphy. Upon hearing this, he paused, and a large black dot appeared on the perfectly good piece of paper.

"Oh dear, what a waste of such a beautiful piece of calligraphy!" This was the best piece of calligraphy Lin Hao had written recently, and Fu Cui was heartbroken.

Putting down his pen, Lin Hao forced himself to remain calm and said, "Fu Cui, help me change my clothes."

Upon arriving at Rongshou Hall, they saw a richly dressed middle-aged woman, who appeared to be around forty years old, sitting below the old lady. She was talking to the old lady, beaming with joy. This must be the original owner's mother.

Lin Hao greeted Gu Yu, the little dumpling, and Lin's mother hugged the little dumpling in her arms, showing him affection for a long time.

One minute he'd say it had been so long and he missed her terribly, the next he'd ask how she was doing, acting as if they hadn't seen each other for ages. But he wouldn't even glance at his daughter, Lin Hao.

Just as Lin Hao was wondering what was going on, she suddenly heard someone call her name, which startled her.

Looking in the direction of the sound, she saw that Lin's mother had finally stopped caring about her grandson and had noticed her. At this moment, she was looking at her with displeasure.

"What are you thinking about? You're not paying attention when I talk to you. It's clear you've become lazy since you left the manor." Her tone was full of displeasure, and coupled with that murderous expression, she didn't seem like a mother who hadn't seen her daughter in a long time, but rather like an enemy.

“My daughter was just thinking that she hadn’t been paying attention to things at home the other day because she wasn’t feeling well. She’s really being unfilial. I wonder how things are at home lately?” Lin Hao retorted.

Lin's mother choked, "Things are different after marriage. She's started talking so meanly. Is she complaining that we didn't come to visit her while she's sick?"

"You must remember why you, a concubine's daughter, were able to marry into the Gu family. If it weren't for your sister..." She paused, seemingly mindful of something, and then changed the subject.

"In short, your task is to take good care of Yu-ge'er and prevent him from getting sick all the time, otherwise, you'll pass it on to him. Otherwise, how can you face your sister's spirit in heaven!"

“Mother-in-law, I think Nian’s wife is doing a good job. Now Yu’er loves to be with her. They say children are the most perceptive and know best who treats them well!” The old lady quickly interrupted Lin’s mother.

"Oh, it's all thanks to your excellent teaching. Otherwise, with her blockhead, what could she possibly do well? If she does anything wrong in the future, just teach her, and we won't say a word!" Lin's mother said with a smile.

Lin Hao was actually quite curious about what her mother had left unsaid, but to her surprise, she didn't say anything.

"Mother, I also promised Yu-ge'er that I would make him some snacks. It's getting late, so I'll go and prepare them first."

Lin Hao no longer wanted to listen to her mother's nonsense. She had now realized one thing: Gu Yu, this little bun, was indeed not born to the original owner of the body, but to Lin Shu, the legitimate daughter of the Lin family. The original owner of the body was just his aunt.

Moreover, the original owner must have been unloved at home, otherwise Lin's mother would not have treated her this way, and the original owner would not have married her brother-in-law.

So, right now, all she wanted to do was leave. She wasn't worried that Gu Yu would expose her, because they had indeed discussed this issue that morning, only they hadn't mentioned a time.

"Go ahead, Yu-ge'er loves the fancy dishes you make!" The old lady nodded in agreement.

Lin Hao didn't wait for her mother to say anything before bowing and leaving.

You can still faintly hear Lin's mother saying, "What good food can she make? Don't let it upset our Yu'er's stomach, she can't afford to pay for it."

Then came the little dumpling's rebuttal, her tone revealing urgency and dissatisfaction: "Mother's cooking is so delicious and the cleanest, it won't make you sick. Grandmother, don't talk nonsense, or else, or else I won't be friends with you anymore!"

Lin Hao couldn't hear what they said after that, nor did she care. All she needed to know was that Gu Yu's heart was with her. As for her mother, she was just an insignificant person; she didn't want to let her mother spoil her mood.