"Auntie, you are joking."
Of course, it is also possible that the wife was joking. When she met her daughter's boyfriend, she rushed up and asked for XX rice bowl. No matter how you think about it, it was a joke, Lin An said with a very stiff smile.
"Yes, I was joking." The wife once again pressed her plump upper body against Lin An's chest, her voice soft and charming: "I know my daughter. The boyfriend my daughter chooses must be the best man in the world. How can I bear to give such a good man to my daughter? Your name is Lin An, right? Compare me with Xixi. I am gentler than Xixi, I have more experience than Xixi, I am more..."
The lady was comparing her advantages with Xu Yaoji, and her intention was clearly to ask Lin An to choose her.
It's not XX rice bowl, it's stealing my daughter's boyfriend. This behavior is even more scumbag.
What a fucking rubbish mother.
Lin An's heart was filled with rage.
"That's enough, Lin An, let's go."
Xu Yaoji's face was also livid. He forcibly pulled his wife away and took Lin An away, leaving his wife shouting angrily behind him: "Xixi, you eat alone, you are unfilial."
"It's funny, isn't it, that my mother would be that kind of person."
The two of them walked away from the coffee shop and sat on a bench on a city street. Xu Yaoji's voice was clearly filled with tears.
With such a scumbag mother, one can imagine how unfortunate Xu Yaoji's childhood was.
Lin An put his arm around Xu Yaoji's shoulders and pulled her closer to him: "It's not funny, it's a very sad thing. Let me share your sadness."
"What kind of big dream are you having? I, Xu Yaoji, don't want anyone else to share my sorrow." Xu Yaoji's voice exuded the sweetness of a young girl's coquettishness, but soon it deepened. "Time is running out. Let's finish telling the little girl's story. When the little girl was five years old, her father was a heroic police officer, and her mother was a gentle and beautiful mother. The little girl was extremely beautiful, and their family was the envy of the neighbors."
"Until that disaster happened, and my father was slandered as a cop who escaped. The envy of those around him turned to disgust, but my mother, still beautiful and gentle, told my father, 'It's better not to be a police officer. It saves us two from living in fear at home, always worried about accidents.' She wanted my father to find another job, or for my mother to return to her old job to support the family. My father said, 'If everyone avoids the responsibility of being a police officer because of family, then who will protect the people of this country? Someone will have to make a sacrifice, and if no one else does, then I will be the first one to sacrifice.' At the time, the little girl thought these words were great, but now they feel very sad. It can be considered a curse of kindness."
"After that, her father died and her mother became a widow. For the first six months, her mother was still the gentle and beautiful mother who treated the little girl very well. But within six months, the little girl noticed white plastic appearing in the house from time to time. Often, her mother would come to pick her up from school, but no one would show up. When the little girl returned home, she would find men's slippers in the house. That was when something happened that the little girl hated. Let me briefly tell you."
"That mother was a very powerful character. Before she got married, she frequented brothels and was known as the "Oiran." She met my father, who was working on a crackdown on prostitution, and things started to go awry. My mother married him and became pregnant with a little girl. She stopped working illegally and focused on being a good wife and mother. It wasn't until my father died that my widowed mother, overcome by loneliness, began flirting with young boys. It was her hobby, not some way of saying she had to go to the prostitute market because she needed money to support the family, as her father had died in battle."
"At that time, that comrade covered the living expenses of the little girl's family, giving them 30,000 yuan a month. The little girl's private school was also fully funded by that comrade. They were not short of money at all."
"With a mother who loves this, the little girl's childhood was basically the same as if she had no mother at all. She learned to go to restaurants, do laundry, go to school, and pay the electricity bill early on. Once she got used to this lonely life, there was nothing sad about it for the little girl."
"When I was in fifth grade, it was a summer evening after school and it rained really hard. It was a sudden downpour and almost no one in the class had an umbrella. Our homeroom teacher, a very responsible woman, told us not to get wet and called our parents one by one to pick us up. It was normal for parents to pick up children without umbrellas on rainy days. One by one, our parents picked up our classmates until only the little girl and another girl who didn't get along with her were left."
"'Teacher, my mother is very busy right now and won't be picking me up. Let me go back alone,' the little girl said. The teacher said responsibly, 'Xiao Qian, your mother hasn't come to the parent-teacher conferences for several times, and you don't get along well with your classmates. I need to have a good talk with your mother. Please wait a little longer, she will definitely come back.' After waiting for another half an hour, the parents of the female classmate who had a bad relationship with the little girl came to pick her up. The teacher said to the little girl sarcastically, 'Children without mothers are so pitiful.'"
"This sentence completely broke the little girl's defenses. She had already lost her beloved father, and her mother was still that kind of person. What difference was there between her and someone who had lost both parents? She began to resent the injustice of heaven, but the hatred only lasted for half a second before she coldly retorted, 'A child with a mother is so uneducated, isn't that even more pitiful?'"
"After saying this, the little girl rushed into the pouring rain and walked home. The rain was so heavy that big raindrops pounded down on her, soaking her thin clothes. The rain kept flowing down her hair, blurring her vision and soaking her heart. She could not see anyone around her, and she was alone in the world. The little girl felt abandoned by the world again and vowed to herself: 'In the future, I will trust no one but myself. I will not ask anyone for help in the future. I will rely on myself for everything.'"
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