With false enthusiasm of an elder, Lin Xiaoman invited Feng Yuanqing in. It was just past 10 o'clock and not yet time for lunch, so naturally they should sit down first.
Sitting on a luxurious European-style leather sofa, Lin Xiaoman continued to greet people hypocritically, "Xiaoqing, sit down. You're welcome."
"Thank you, Aunt Yang." Feng Yuanqing thanked her politely and sat down properly.
The servant immediately brought tea.
Lin Xiaoman picked up the teacup, took a sip elegantly, then stared at the suitcase Jiang Qingyue had placed aside, looking puzzled. "What is this..."
"Mom, it's like this. The friend I told you about the other day was Xiaoqing. Aunt Wang..." Jiang Qingyue restrained his smile and hurried to explain solemnly, "She passed away."
"Ah, so sudden?" Lin Xiaoman looked surprised.
"It was a heart attack. When I arrived, it was too late to save him." Jiang Qingyue explained in a dull voice.
"Really..." After a sad sigh, Lin Xiaoman comforted with pity in her eyes, "Xiaoqing, don't be too sad. I miss Meiling and hope you can continue to live happily."
"Auntie, I know."
Feng Yuanqing felt sad, but she held back her tears and nodded with a strong expression. Yes, her mother's last words were for her to find someone who loved her and start a new life.
"By the way, where is your dad?" Lin Xiaoman asked deliberately.
"He..." Feng Yuanqing bit her lip, a hint of hatred in her eyes. If it weren't for him, her mother wouldn't have died!
Originally, Wang Meiling's condition had stabilized and she woke up. Then Wang Meiling insisted on calling Feng Kangjian, saying: It doesn't matter if you ignore her, but you must not ignore your daughter!
Wang Meiling demanded in a forceful manner that Feng Kangjian give money to Feng Yuanqing and divide the property... Then, the two started arguing, and the man was so angry that he was sent to the emergency room again.
But this time, he couldn't be rescued.
"He's dead too!" Jiang Qingyue, who knew the whole story, gritted his teeth and said.
"Ah? Dead? How could this happen?" Lin Xiaoman was shocked and acted so realistically.
"He was hit by a car when he went out!" Jiang Qingyue said angrily. He really didn't expect that Feng Kangjian would be so ruthless, ungrateful and shameless!
Moreover, if Feng Kangjian had not sold his daughter for fame and fortune, Xiaoqing would never have married that scumbag Yi Nian!
"Xiaoqing, you..." Without exposing her, Lin Xiaoman continued to act.
Feng Yuanqing remained silent and did not refute. She maintained a tacit attitude towards Jiang Qingyue's words. Her father was really too much. Her mother was dead, and she just treated him as if he was dead!
"Your life is so miserable. Sigh..." Lin Xiaoman's face was full of sympathy and pity, and she looked at Feng Yuanqing with a soft and loving gaze. But in her heart, she was complaining: Even if your life is like a melodrama, you can't come to her house and harm her son!
"Yes, Mom, Xiaoqing is so unfortunate. She has no relatives now, so, can she stay in our house for a while?" When saying this, Jiang Qingyue looked at Lin Xiaoman with a bright look, and conveyed a hint of "this is your daughter-in-law" with his eyes.
Lin Xiaoman understood it immediately.
Stupid son!
Question: Does this stupid son know at this moment that he is the one who takes over?
"Xiaoqing, of course I welcome you as your aunt, but will it be a disservice to you to live with us?" Lin Xiaoman asked kindly.
The subtext of her words is definitely: How can you, a girl, live in my house?
Unfortunately, Feng Yuanqing probably didn't hear it. Of course, it's also possible that she was pretending to be stupid. After all, the role of a spare tire is to provide comfort when you are frustrated and sad.
"Auntie, what are you talking about? I have nowhere to go now. I'm already very grateful that you can take me in." Feng Yuanqing's eyes were full of sincerity, but what she said made Lin Xiaoman very depressed.
Well, this is also stupid.
Although Feng Yuanqing did occasionally stay at their house in the past, that was when they were children. How old are you now? Don’t you have any idea about it?
"Xiaoqing, feel free to stay here. Don't be shy. Just treat it as your own home." Lin Xiaoman was hypocritically polite, but her tone was full of enthusiasm. She ordered, "Xiao Zhou, clean up the second room on the second floor."
She slept on the second floor, while Jiang Qingyue slept on the third floor. When Jiang Qingyue came back, he said that Feng Yuanqing was his girlfriend, so he slept on the third floor. Now, of course Lin Xiaoman put her on the second floor.
"No need, Auntie, I can clean it myself." Feng Yuanqing quickly stood up.
"Mom, I'll go help." Jiang Qingyue also stood up happily. After saying this to Lin Xiaoman, he immediately couldn't wait to carry the luggage and lead the way. "Xiaoqing, I'll take you there."
Seeing how attentive he was, Lin Xiaoman knew that his adopted son had fallen into the deep pit of 'love' and was afraid that he would not be able to climb out of it.
After watching the two of them go upstairs, Lin Xiaoman calmly took the tea and took a sip.
Jiang Qingyue's main character was ultimately unable to withstand Feng Yuanqing's Mary Sue aura. Since this main character was ruined, it was time to open a new one.
While they seemed to be happily eating a sumptuous lunch together, Lin Xiaoman spoke up, "Qingyue, you've been out for several days. It's time to go back to work."
"Mom, I know. I'll go to work after dinner." Jiang Qingyue nodded obediently. Then, he glanced at Feng Yuanqing who was eating quietly and said to Lin Xiaoman, "Mom, Xiaoqing studied fashion design in college. She doesn't have a job now. Why don't you let her try working in the company's design department?"
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