Knowing what her mother wanted to know, Ye Wanying naturally didn't hold back and told her everything her mother wanted to know. Ling Jin listened, sometimes frowning, sometimes laughing heartily, and finally shedding tears.
"Okay, that's great. As long as Weiwei is happy."
The two sisters had a very difficult time in the Ye family. Otherwise, when Ling Jin was in difficult labor, she wouldn't have made that resolute decision to let her younger sister take the newborn child away from the Ye family, far away, and preferably never have anything to do with the Ye family again.
Clearly, there was absolutely no overlap in the first twenty years, but now and in the future, the overlap will likely increase, to the point where they may become inseparable...
Hearing these pleasant words, Ling Jin relaxed and patted the spot next to the bed: "Yingying, sit down."
Knowing what her mother was about to say, Ye Wanying immediately sat down. No one noticed that her body, which was wrapped in her clothes, suddenly sat up straight, and her expression was very serious.
"Yingying, do you believe in ghosts and gods?" Ling Jin asked, her eyes filled with tension.
"I believe it!" How could I not believe it? After all, I experienced it myself.
"If... I mean if, I actually died a long time ago, twenty-two years ago, but for some reason, I opened my eyes again after I died, and it's already now, would you... believe me?"
Seeing her mother nervously fidgeting with her fingers, Ye Wanying slowly said, "I believe you, because I do too."
Ye Wanying never mentioned this to her mother and father because they had raised their daughter with great care and hardship for the past twenty-two years.
As the saying goes: the kindness of raising someone is greater than the kindness of giving birth.
Telling the truth would be a huge blow to Mr. and Mrs. Ye, and no one could predict what the consequences would be.
Although she hadn't said it, her husband must have already guessed it, so there was no need to say anything.
As for our son, he's too young now. Let's talk about it when he's older.
Why could she tell Ling Jin the truth without any reservations? First, she was her own mother; second, her own mother had experienced the same thing and was bound to be more resilient.
Sure enough, upon hearing what Ye Wanying said, Ling Jin was stunned, her face filled with disbelief: "How...how could this be...?"
My dear daughter, what exactly have you been through?
Thinking about all that, Ling Jin's heart was breaking.
Knock knock knock...
"Mom, the boss's wife is here."
Xiao Jiu's voice rang out from outside the door.
The next moment, a woman's cursing voice came in: "What kind of poor bastards are you? If you can't afford a hotel, then don't stay here. There are underpasses outside. You brat, call your mother out right now, or I'll have your things thrown out in a bit. Don't blame me then."
Xiao Jiu's face turned red with anger, and she glared at the hotel landlady without blinking: "We paid for our stay, and it's not until tonight that our time limit expires."
Although the child is only ten years old, having grown up in Kyoto, he is not easily frightened or fooled.
"What? Just because I want to, does that mean I can't decide whether or not someone can stay at my own hotel? What a joke! Get your mother out here right now, or pay up and leave!"
Squeak~
Just then, the door opened, and Ye Wanying stood in the doorway, her sharp gaze fixed on the direction of the proprietress. Those familiar with her would naturally understand that this was clearly the prelude to Yingying's outburst.
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