She's deliberately not coming back.
Faced with her father's anger, knowing she couldn't confront him directly, she immediately burst into tears: "I... I was just a little worried about my mother leaving, and I missed her, so... that's why I didn't come back on time."
Fan's father gave Fan Yunli a complicated look, but remained noncommittal.
This is easier to accept, since everyone knows that Zhou Xuehua dotes on Fan Yunli. If Fan Yunli didn't show any affection at all, then Fan's father would think she was cold-blooded...
Meanwhile, Fan's father, sitting beside Fan Yunlang and Fan Yunrong, pursed his lips and obediently drank his porridge, as if waiting for them to exchange glances.
They didn't believe their older sister's nonsense at all...
Is the eldest sister so heartbroken over their mother's passing that she forgot to come back?
She was clearly unhappy that her father had assigned her the housework, so she deliberately lingered outside until now, thinking that this would avoid the problem. Who knew that her father would throw a tantrum, and she had to back down.
Father Fan didn't continue scolding, but said coldly, "You're not young anymore. In a couple of years, when Yunrong is old enough to go to the countryside, I'll arrange for the two of you to go to the same place so that the sisters can take care of each other. You two will have to learn these chores."
Fan Yunli felt annoyed at the thought of going to the countryside. She didn't want to go. What kind of life was that in the countryside? The mud walls of the houses would crumble as soon as you walked, and you'd go hungry!
Fan Yunrong had already accepted the arrangement to go to the countryside. Her eldest sister was doted on by their mother, and Yunlang was the only boy in the family. In short, both of them had the possibility of staying, but she did not.
However, she and Yun Lang had agreed that when the opportunity arose in the future, Yun Lang would be the first to bring her back to the city.
Therefore, she would much rather Yunli go to the countryside with her while Yunlang stays in Beidu. Otherwise, if Fan Yunli stays, hmph, she'll definitely only care about herself...
Fan Yunli had other plans in mind. In any case, she wouldn't go to the countryside. At worst, she could get married and the quota would no longer be hers.
The thought of marriage irritated her, especially with Zhan Yuan'an, whom she had always admired. The incident she caused last time had made her a laughingstock in front of the Zhan family, and Zhan Yuan'an had consistently ignored her advances. Was she really going to have to repeat the same mistakes she made in her past life, resorting to such methods to win over this man and be with him?
What Fan Yunli could never forget was a scene she kept recalling before she died in her previous life: how Zhan Yuan'an carefully cherished Fan Xiaofan...
Why can't he do that to himself?
She grew increasingly agitated. Had God given her a second chance at life just to play with her?
Why is it that she didn't even have a smooth life like in her previous life?
In this life, her dear younger sister, Fan Xiaofan, just like in her previous life, didn't die. But surprisingly, she sent back some good news: she had inexplicably become a sent-down youth under her mother's arrangement, and even returned home once...
In her previous life, Fan Xiaofan lost her memory due to a fever and never remembered her family. If the Zhan family hadn't shown her the evidence, Zhan Yuan'an wouldn't have met her again and would have spent his life loving her, gradually forgetting her.
So her original plan was to work hard to win Zhan Yuan'an's favor and gradually establish her place in his letters...
But now...
My mother was never sent back to her parents' home by my father in her previous life. It was only later, after the news of my eldest brother's death, that my mother and father separated and their relationship gradually deteriorated.
She knew that Zhou Xuehua was her only support, and now that she was gone, she felt isolated and helpless.
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