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Ye Wenyu stiffened. She didn't look at Lin Tingfeng, her sad and confused eyes staring into the distance, but her ears perked up, wanting to know what else he would say.
Lin Tingfeng remained silent, a sense of helplessness gripping his heart like a tidal wave. Time ticked by, and he finally spoke, his voice hoarse as if blood was seeping from his throat. He slowly said to her, "Xiaoyu, I, Lin Tingfeng, will love someone for a lifetime."
Ye Wenyu was stunned for a moment.
Is this a promise? But after he proposed that she be his mistress, no matter how touching it sounds, no one would believe such a thing.
Ye Wenyu gazed into the distance and gave a sarcastic smile.
Hearing her disbelieving laughter, Lin Tingfeng felt very sad. To suppress the pain surging in his heart, he spoke even slower than usual, saying slowly to her, "I know that my arrangement is unfair to you, but I will make it up to you in other ways."
Does this mean you really shouldn't reconsider? He's trying to win her back, but he hasn't changed his mind. He just wants her to be his mistress, without any status or recognition, living in darkness forever!
What an overbearing man, and incredibly rude and overconfident.
Ye Wenyu sneered and asked him, "Love? You say you love me?"
A glint appeared in Lin Tingfeng's phoenix eyes. He nodded earnestly, revealing his true feelings for the first time in his life: "Love, the only person I've ever loved."
Ye Wenyu burst into laughter, laughing until tears streamed down her face, her body shaking with mirth. After she had finished laughing, she gave him a disgusted look and said coldly, "If a person loves another person, he will marry her!"
Lin Tingfeng blinked painfully, sighed, and slowly said, "Fine, I respect your decision. If you change your mind, give me a call." He had failed; he had finally lost her.
Ye Wenyu left without looking back, her steps quick as a gust of wind. But half an hour later, she took the initiative to contact Lin Tingfeng again, because she received a long-awaited call from her mother as soon as she returned to school. Her stepfather was sick!
Lin Tingfeng had already driven far away. When she returned to her dormitory, her roommates seemed a little surprised and unfamiliar with her when they saw her suddenly come back. However, Ye Wenyu was the one who was collectively ostracized by her roommates, so she didn't care about their attitude.
She had just slowly sat down on her bed, her mind churning with painful memories, when her phone rang. It was a call from her mother. To avoid her roommate overhearing and worrying, she had to get dressed and go out into the hallway to answer the phone.
The mother's voice was anxious; she said in a trembling voice on the phone, "Xiaoyu, your father is sick and needs 30,000 yuan for hospitalization! I'm already broke from paying the mortgage every month, how can I afford to pay for his medical treatment?"
Hearing this, Ye Wenyu suddenly laughed. She knew that her mother's sudden phone call and her stepfather's sudden surgery once again proved that it was almost impossible for her to have a peaceful and smooth life until old age. For the poor, every stage of life is like going through tribulations one after another.
Zhang Susu said with a sob in her voice, "I know you don't have money, but I really have no other choice. The hospital won't perform the surgery if he doesn't pay. His illness isn't serious, it's just a minor surgery, but we can't not treat him. Mom knows you don't have money, but Mom doesn't have any other friends. Do you have any money?"
Ye Wenyu was both amused and exasperated. Her mother actually thought of borrowing money from her. How ridiculous! She was only eighteen years old!
A mixture of tears and laughter appeared on Ye Wenyu's face at the same time. A desolate laugh accompanied by tears rolling down her cheeks silently. While answering her mother's phone call, she silently wiped away her tears with her other hand.
She felt that she was already strong and excellent enough that she didn't need her mother's care at such a young age. She never expected that her mother would turn around and ask her to take care of her. Was her mother really old? In her mind, her mother had always been a big tree that sheltered her from the wind and rain, a mountain that gave her warmth and love. But now, the mountain had collapsed and the big tree had fallen.
Zhang Susu was still anxiously pouring out her heart: "Xiaoyu, please help your mother. Your Uncle Wang has really been very good to me. I don't want to see anything happen to him. My life has been so pitiful. Only when I'm with your Uncle Wang can I feel a little bit of happiness. I don't want anything to happen to him, sob sob sob—"
Happiness? Ye Wenyu thought painfully. Her mother could feel happiness with Uncle Wang, but what about her? Who could she feel happiness with? Lin Tingfeng? No, only pain. He only treated her as his plaything!
Zhang Susu said hoarsely, "Xiaoyu, Mom is really driven to desperation. My current salary at the factory isn't even enough to cover the mortgage. Every month, all my salary plus half of your Uncle Wang's salary goes towards the mortgage, leaving only two thousand yuan to support our family of four. I'm desperately cutting back on everything just to get by. I haven't bought any new clothes or had my hair done in six months. I was hoping that after another ten years of hardship, I could finally pay off the mortgage and relax, and that things would finally be better. But then your Uncle Wang suddenly fell ill. Xiaoyu, what am I going to do? Waaaaah, waaaah, why am I so unlucky—"
My mother broke down in tears on the other end of the phone. Her voice was loud, like the howling of the north wind. It was the cry of a middle-aged woman in utter despair and heartbreak.
Ye Wenyu picked up her phone hesitantly, suddenly remembering her childhood. Whenever she was at her wit's end and utterly desperate, her mother would always hug her and cry uncontrollably. Her tears and snot would flow together as she slapped her thighs, blew her nose loudly, and exaggeratedly wiped away her tears. She would be covered in tear stains and her hair would be disheveled. And she, the little girl, would sensibly hug her mother tightly, reach out and wipe away her tears, quietly keeping her company, giving her warmth and strength.
The next day, my mother would always pull herself together and bravely and optimistically face the hardships of life again.
Now, my mother has encountered another major hurdle in her life. She bought a new house during her second marriage and is now overwhelmed by the heavy mortgage payments. In addition, a minor illness of her partner has become the last straw that breaks the camel's back for the entire family.
Listening to her mother's suppressed pain, Ye Wenyu thought to herself, "When I was little, I could comfort my mother. Now that I'm grown up, can't I help her anymore?" Logically speaking, a daughter who has grown up should be more capable, better able to comfort her parents, and know how to repay them.
With that thought in mind, Ye Wenyu immediately promised into the phone, "Mom, don't cry, I'll think of a way."
Xia Ran stopped crying over there. Ye Wenyu gently asked Zhang Susu, "How much money did you say you needed?" She was in pain and confused. Where could she borrow money? Why did she agree to her mother's request?
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