When Lin Yulan returned home, she found that the unsightly white painted words on the outer wall had been wiped off, and even the garbage outside had disappeared without a trace.
Not only that, her door was open.
Lin Yulan frowned. Could it be that all these were cleaned up by her daughter?
As soon as she entered the gate, the aroma of food hit her nose. Looking at the clean yard, Lin Yulan subconsciously closed and locked the gate.
"Weiwei?" Lin Yulan called out tentatively.
Su Jianwei came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of stewed potatoes and meat. She smiled and said, "Mom, you're back."
"Did you cook?"
"Well, it's my first time making it, so I don't know if it will taste good."
Because Lin Yulan is a cook, the original owner has never cooked since childhood. This is why Su Jianwei dares to cook. Lin Yulan will not be able to taste anything wrong.
Lin Yulan felt very distressed when she saw Su Jianwei who had suddenly become much more sensible.
She smiled and said, "How could my daughter's cooking not be delicious!"
She looked at the full pot of potato stew on the table, and the scrambled eggs with green onions, hot and sour potato shreds, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, and smashed cucumbers surrounding it, as well as the ten steamed buns next to it, and asked doubtfully, "Is anyone coming today?"
Su Jianwei looked at the table full of dishes and swallowed silently, "No."
Although she had eaten some while cooking just now, she still hadn't eaten enough.
She really hadn't eaten such fresh food in a long time.
"Mom, wash your hands and eat!"
Lin Yulan nodded, attributing the fact that Su Jianwei cooked so much food today to the fact that it was her first time and she couldn't control the amount.
Although, it's a bit far-fetched.
When the two of them were eating, Lin Yulan sat opposite Su Jianwei. Seeing that she couldn't forget to eat even though the wound on her face was affected, her eyes felt sore for some reason.
After a long moment, she looked at her daughter across from her and said, "Weiwei, let's move."
Su Jianwei swallowed the meat in his mouth and asked, "Why?"
After she finished speaking, she looked at Lin Yulan, but her hands did not stop picking up the food.
Lin Yulan clenched the chopsticks in her hand, a look of guilt on her face.
"It's my fault that I can't stop the rumors from spreading, and that's why you get bullied at school."
She originally thought that as long as she admitted her mistake, those people would let her daughter go.
It wasn't until yesterday when her daughter sneaked home that she saw the footprints on her daughter and the bruises on her arms.
The bullying didn't go away; it got worse.
This is also the reason why when the teacher at school called her again and asked her to come over, she couldn't control her anger and went over with a knife.
She is the only one who has her daughter, and she must protect her daughter.
"But I don't want you to donate bone marrow to that child either."
When Lin Yulan said this, a trace of uneasiness flashed in her eyes. She looked at Su Jianwei and spoke cautiously, "Mom is not heartless. I also know that the child did nothing wrong."
"But he's not wrong, and neither are you."
A trace of fear flashed across Lin Yulan's eyes. "I've heard of that disease. If you donate bone marrow once and it doesn't cure it, you'll have to donate again and again. You might even need more than just bone marrow. What if you have to donate other things?"
Lin Yulan didn't dare to imagine the scene of her daughter being pushed into the operating room again and again. Whenever she thought about it, her heart felt like it was being cut by a blunt knife.
"My mother and I have never owed them anything. It's your father who has let us down!"
"He doesn't have any hardship like you said. He's a liar. Don't believe him. Don't go with him. Don't leave Mom, okay?"
Su Jianwei's speed in picking up food slowed down. The reason why Lin Yulan said these words to herself now was because when Su Zhiping found the original owner, he portrayed himself as a kind father who was forced to do so and had his own difficulties. The original owner was persuaded.
When the rumor about the mistress came out, the original owner actually believed it to some extent, which is why he had a big fight with Lin Yulan during dinner last night.
The original owner drowned today, partly because she was bullied by those girls; another reason was that she gave up struggling, gave up wanting to survive, and was unable to bear the rumors and blows during this period, so she was willing to die.
Seeing that Su Jianwei didn't move, Lin Yulan continued, "I've made up my mind."
"Mom, I still have some savings. Let's sell the house here, transfer the store to your uncle, and then we'll go south!"
"No one in the south knows us, and I'm a good cook. Your father won't be able to find us then. We can start over, okay?"
Su Jianwei nodded under Lin Yulan's nervous and frightened gaze.
She knew that the woman in front of her was almost driven crazy by Su Zhiping.
Lin Yulan breathed a sigh of relief after Su Jianwei nodded, and a relaxed smile finally appeared on her face.
"Eat, wait till you're done..."
Lin Yulan had just picked up the chopsticks when the door of her house was banged on.
The force was so strong that it seemed as if it wanted to break the door of their house.
"Magnolia! Magnolia, open the door!"
There was a man and a woman knocking on the door outside, and their tone was not very friendly.
When Lin Yulan stood up, Su Jianwei silently hid the fruit knife under the coffee table in his palm.
When Lin Yulan went out to open the door, she followed Lin Yulan with a knife in her hand. When she reached the door, she habitually concealed her presence and touched the wooden stick leaning against the door.
Lin Yulan didn't notice her daughter's unusual movements. As soon as she opened the door, the man said, "Why are you so slow?"
"Brother, I was just having dinner with Weiwei."
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