Chapter 187 Is Sister Lu Father's wife from a previous life?
On the way back to the Xiao residence, the carriage rumbled along.
Xiao Yeming sat silently in front of the car, driving with his back straight and his spine taut.
His mind was in complete turmoil, with each idea more outrageous than the last.
The grudges between Father and Sister Lu... from a past life?
Could it be... that Sister Lu was Father's wife in his previous life?
He almost lost his grip on the reins.
Then what am I...?
Does that mean I have to call Sister Lu... "Little Mother"?
He turned pale with shock at his own outrageous thought and shook his head violently.
But the more you resist, the clearer the thought becomes.
The father knelt down to repent, while Sister Lu coldly watched... Isn't this just a scene of a heartless man begging for forgiveness?
Xiao Yeming felt a rush of heat to his head, and his ears burned intensely.
He's always been taciturn and decisive; when has he ever been so conflicted and hesitant? What a mess this is!
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
That's enough!
Forget about past lives and present lives, a father is a father, and I am me!
Thinking about it this way, the knot in my chest strangely loosened up by more than half.
However, he couldn't help but glance into the carriage.
Inside the train carriage.
Lu Zhaoruo was completely absorbed in Master Huiming's words.
"Entangled in the karma of past lives... those around me are burdened with the debts of their hearts..."
If the general kneeling in the snow in her dream was truly the villain who defiled her innocence in her past life... then just how heavy is this obsession that transcends life and death to pursue her?
He must really feel guilty, right?
She wondered if she should go find him to resolve this obsession and find peace of mind.
She suppressed the thought as soon as it crossed her mind.
How to resolve this?
The one who comes to repent in the dream is his past life, not his present life.
Besides, even if I could find him, could I let go of the pain? The bone-chilling fear and humiliation of that night were already etched into my soul.
She closed her eyes, and the bandit's words echoed in her ears again: "Madam Lu! Back then, we were taken bribes and were acting under orders..."
She suddenly opened her eyes.
Yes.
More than hating the perpetrator, she should hate the mastermind who paid for the hitman and destroyed her innocence!
Who exactly is that person?
Why hurt yourself like this?
Before they knew it, they had arrived at the Xiao residence.
As Xiao Yeming and Lu Zhaoruo stepped through the side gate of the Xiao residence and passed the screen wall, they saw Wang Miaoyin leading her maid Que'er from the covered walkway.
Wang Miaoyin spotted the two people walking side by side at a glance, and her steps faltered slightly.
Her gaze fell on Xiao Yeming, and her eyes instantly shone with undisguised joy. But when she glanced at Lu Zhaoruo beside her, an indescribable bitterness welled up in her heart.
Why is it her again...? Why is Lu Zhaoruo always by Ming-gege's side?
She gently bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, a hint of grievance welling up in her heart.
Didn't Brother Ming publicly reject the marriage proposal? Why is he still seen going in and out with her?
As the two approached, she quickly composed herself, stepped forward, and said in a soft, gentle voice, "Brother Ming, you're back! I estimated the time and specially prepared ginseng soup for you in the small kitchen. I was just thinking of bringing it to your study."
She gazed at Xiao Yeming with eyes full of affection, as if he were the only person in her world.
Xiao Yeming frowned almost imperceptibly, and replied politely but distantly, "Thank you for your trouble, cousin. I just had some snacks outside and don't have an appetite right now. Please keep the ginseng soup for yourself."
This direct rejection brought tears to Wang Miaoyin's eyes, which quickly welled up with tears.
Seeing this, Lu Zhaoruo, not wanting to get involved in this delicate atmosphere, gave Xiao Yeming a slight bow at the right time: "General Xiao, thank you for seeing me off all the way. I shall take my leave now."
After saying that, he nodded politely to Wang Miaoyin and then turned to leave.
Xiao Yeming subconsciously watched her go for a moment.
Wang Miaoyin took in the whole scene.
The distant "cousin" he uttered, and the unnoticed focus on Lu Zhaoruo's retreating figure, were like a fine needle, piercing her heart unexpectedly.
Why does Brother Ming always treat me so distantly, but seem to treat Lu Zhaoruo differently?
She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something more.
But Xiao Yeming had already turned around and left without giving her another glance.
Wang Miaoyin stood there stunned, and the tears she had been holding back finally rolled down her cheeks.
Seeing this, Que'er quickly stepped forward to take Wang Miaoyin's arm and gently advised, "My lady, don't be sad... Let's go back to the courtyard first, be careful not to catch a cold."
Seeing that Wang Miaoyin was still teary-eyed, she lowered her voice and leaned closer to continue, "My lady, please be at ease. Why bother arguing with her? No matter how much Madam Xiao likes her, the General still rejected the marriage in public. This shows that the General has no feelings for her. On the contrary, you, my lady, have Madam He's affection and the Old Madam's support. The title of concubine will be yours sooner or later, and no one else can take it away."
After hearing this comforting advice, Wang Miaoyin wiped away her tears with a handkerchief and felt that what Que'er said made sense, so she felt a little more at ease.
As soon as Lu Zhaoruo returned to Chengrui Courtyard and stepped into her room, a snow-white figure lightly leaped into her arms.
"Mother is back!"
Abao nuzzled her chin affectionately, its blue cat eyes filled with dependence, and asked softly, "Mother, did you find any clues about the old general from your dream when you went to Xiangguo Temple?"
Lu Zhaoruo hugged it tightly, walked to the window and sat down, stroking its soft fur with her fingertips. Looking out at the deep twilight, she said softly, "I haven't found it. Master Huiming said that it might not be a lost soul, but rather... an unresolved cause and effect, a heavy obsession."
She paused, then said, "Mother suspects that the person kneeling in my dream is probably... the villain who defiled my innocence, and he is the one who has followed me from my past life into my dream."
Abao in my arms stiffened abruptly. It raised its head, filled with immense fear and uncertainty, and asked timidly, "Then...then he...is Abao's father?"
Lu Zhaoruo trembled, her eyes instantly turned red, and tears uncontrollably filled her eyelashes.
Seeing her mother's reaction, Abao immediately realized she had said the wrong thing. She jumped out of her mother's arms in a panic, landing on the table. She slapped her mouth repeatedly with her little paws, crying out urgently, "Abao was wrong! Abao talked nonsense! Abao doesn't have a father! Abao only has a mother! Mother, don't be sad...it's all Abao's fault..."
Seeing its flustered and self-reproachful appearance, Lu Zhaoruo felt as if her heart was being torn apart.
She took a deep breath, suppressing her surging emotions, and reached out to pull Abao back into her arms. Pressing her cheek against its warm little body, her voice was hoarse: "No, Abao did nothing wrong, it's Mother's fault, it's Mother... who made you lose your physical body, only able to reside in a cat's body to be with me, unable to live like a normal child..."
Large tears rolled down Abao's bright green eyes, quickly wetting the downy hair on his cheeks.
It sneaked out today and saw several children following behind their parents, each holding a string of bright red candied hawthorns and singing nursery rhymes.
It also saw a slightly older child standing on tiptoe, giving his mother a back massage in a very professional manner, while the woman's face was full of a contented smile.
It involuntarily lowered its head, looking at its furry paws that couldn't even hold the lightest candied hawthorn, and felt a pang of sadness in its heart.
But it immediately shook its head vigorously, as if trying to shake off these unwarranted hopes. It raised its paw and wiped away its tears haphazardly but forcefully, and with a thick nasal voice, said in the most resolute tone, "Mother is not wrong! Mother will never be wrong! Being able to stay with Mother makes Abao the happiest! Really!"
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