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Lin Tingfeng walked to Ye Wenyu's side, took her hand again, and held it tightly in his palm. His palm was warm, like a blazing fire. He said gently to her, "I understand you, and I know what I have to do. I know you are sad and you don't believe me, so I arranged all this. I once said that as long as you believe in me, I will arrange everything properly."
He is usually very quiet and rarely says so much.
Ye Wenyu stopped talking, glanced at Lin Tingfeng, felt surprised, and simply nodded slightly, which was considered as agreeing to Lin Tingfeng's arrangement.
Lin Tingfeng smiled with satisfaction.
Ye Wenyu felt very nervous thinking about meeting the Lin family matriarch the next day. She pulled Lin Tingfeng to sit down on the sofa in the study and asked him, "But I'm very nervous. What kind of person is your mother? What should I do to win her favor? Tell me quickly."
Lin Tingfeng smiled, looking at her face as radiant as the morning sun, and said to her, "You don't need to do anything. Just go see her and let her see you too, that's all."
"But when a junior meets an elder, he should prepare some gifts, right? What does your mother like? Let's go buy it now, okay?" She stood up anxiously, rubbing her hands together, like an ant on a hot pan, pacing around in circles.
Lin Tingfeng smiled and said slowly to her, "I already had someone buy a gift and it's in the car. You can give it to her tomorrow."
Ye Wenyu was taken aback, thinking that Lin Tingfeng was unusually thoughtful and considerate. She slowly sat down again and asked him curiously, "Tingfeng, why do you insist on taking me to meet your mother? I really don't have any high demands, and I don't want to cause you any trouble. I will respect your decision."
It means she will obediently fulfill her duties and responsibilities as a mistress, that is, she will not make unreasonable demands, such as asking him to divorce his wife and remarry.
Lin Tingfeng felt a warmth in his heart. He reached out and gently stroked her fair face, saying slowly, "Because you are the only girl I have ever loved."
Ye Wenyu was stunned, feeling a surge of warmth in her heart. She felt a little stuffy and her eyes reddened, so she lowered her head so that Lin Tingfeng wouldn't see.
Looking at the darkness not far away, Lin Tingfeng said with emotion, "My mother, although she has her flaws, is ultimately my only family in this world. Of course, I want to bring my favorite girl to meet her."
Ye Wenyu understood; she could feel Lin Tingfeng's sincerity. Her nose stung with tears. She thought this man was so strange. At the beginning of their relationship, he was like a cunning businessman, laying everything bare before her, explaining everything clearly, only offering her the status of a lover, making her angry, humiliated, and in pain.
But after they actually got together, everything he did made him seem like a devoted man who had never been married before, eager to marry her. He took her to public events, introduced her to his family and friends, and showered her with meticulous care and attention, treating her with the utmost princess-like pampering.
As Ye Wenyu pondered, she felt as if she were in a fog, and she understood him less and less.
He just said that his mother has many flaws, but she is his only relative in this world. Isn't his father his relative? What about his brother and sister? By the way, several months have passed since Lin Tingxuan last met him, and he hasn't come to see him again. It's as if he has vanished from the face of the earth, as if he has disappeared from this world.
Ye Wenyu had many unanswered questions in her mind. She looked up at Lin Tingfeng, smiled at him, and mustered her courage to ask, "You just said that your mother has some flaws. What are they? I need to know so that I can't touch on her taboos at tomorrow's banquet."
Upon hearing this, a fleeting look of pain crossed Lin Tingfeng's eyes, but it vanished in an instant, as swiftly as a shooting star. If one didn't look closely, it would be completely unnoticed; his face quickly returned to its impassive expression, like a handsome Greek mask.
He smiled and said gently, "There's nothing wrong with it, it's all in the past." He couldn't help but think of his childhood, when he and his mother squeezed into a small attic of less than 20 square meters. The room was small, dilapidated, and messy. When the wind blew in, it would let in a draft. On rainy days, it would drizzle inside as well as outside. The attic was located in the slums of S City, full of crooked houses waiting to be demolished. The streets were dirty and chaotic, lined with all kinds of ugly little shops, with illegally installed electrical wires. He often saw children from working-class families playing outside in tattered clothes.
Why do they rent such a bad place, living in such a small and dilapidated house? Because his mother and father divorced, and because his mother had an affair, he didn't get a single penny from his father. His maternal grandparents' family also went bankrupt, so his mother had to go out to earn money to support herself and him. But she had been a pampered young lady since childhood, with a bunch of servants to wait on her. How could she possibly support two people now?
So, in that oppressive and difficult environment, the mother's personality worsened and her temper became more and more volatile. He became her punching bag, even though afterwards she would hug him and cry, kiss him repeatedly, and say sorry over and over again.
However, the shadow of his childhood was like a brand, deeply imprinted on his heart. Sometimes he would have nightmares in the middle of the night, always dreaming that his mother was like a madwoman, holding a kitchen knife, chasing him frantically. He would be so scared that he would hide under the bed, tears streaming down his face, but he dared not breathe, afraid that his mother would find him and his life would be in danger.
At that time, all he hoped for was for his mother to come to her senses and stop going crazy. Despite his young age, he knew he couldn't call the police, because if the matter became public, people would know that his mother had become mentally ill due to the hardships and economic pressures of life, and that she had been violently abusing him. Then he would lose his mother and have to live in an orphanage. No matter how bad a mother is, she is still his mother. So he lived cautiously in that environment, longing to grow up quickly.
As things progressed, he became adept at hiding himself and protecting himself during his mother's bouts of madness. Even when he was unlucky enough to be found by his mother, he could still manage to avoid her devastating attacks. When his mother regained her senses, stopped having seizures, and fell asleep in his arms, exhausted from crying, he would skillfully find gauze and Yunnan Baiyao to treat his wounds.
The past is too painful to recall.
Lin Tingfeng was lost in painful thoughts. He thought to himself that it wasn't that he didn't want to be a good person, but that he had been deprived of that right from the very beginning of his life.
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