That's what Ye Lan did in her past life. Back then, she was foolish and couldn't see Ye Lan's treachery, nor could she see Grandpa Lu's disappointment, let alone Lu Mo's injury at the time.
Fortunately, she has returned, and she can make up for all the mistakes she made in her previous life.
Ye Qingqing stood at the gate of the Lu family's house, took a deep breath, and raised her hand to ring the doorbell.
The person who opened the door was Lin Shufang, Lu Mo's mother, a weak and kind woman who had suddenly died at home in her previous life. She was the only one present at the time and was subsequently sent to prison.
"Qingqing is here, come in quickly." Lin Shufang looked at Ye Qingqing with affection, she had always treated Ye Qingqing like a daughter.
"Aunt Fang, I've come to see Brother Lu Mo."
After Ye Qingqing explained her purpose, Lin Shufang sighed, her eyes reddening, "Thank you for thinking of Lu Mo, he..."
Her voice choked up, and she couldn't continue.
"Aunt Fang, don't worry. Medicine is becoming more and more advanced. Brother Lu Mo will definitely stand up again. You must have faith," Ye Qingqing comforted her.
"Yes...it definitely will..." Lin Shufang wiped away her tears. She couldn't cry in front of her son and make him feel even worse.
Lin Shufang quickly realized something was wrong, "Qingqing, how did you know Lu Mo was back?"
Lu Mo only returned today and didn't even have time to call the Ye family. How did Qingqing find out?
"Lu Qingquan called Ye Lan and told her that Brother Lu Mo couldn't stand up, so I came over." Ye Qingqing secretly gave Ye Lan a little nudge.
Lin Shufang's expression changed slightly. She felt annoyed with Lu Qingquan and Ye Lan. She would have to talk to the old man about it later. It was one thing for Ye Lan to say such things as an outsider, but Lu Qingquan was her own cousin. Why did he want Lu Mo to be a cripple?
What kind of heart does An have?
"Good girl, you're so thoughtful." Lin Shufang looked at Ye Qingqing with satisfaction.
This girl used to be close to Lu Qingquan and didn't play with Lu Mo much, but when it really mattered, Qingqing still had Lu Mo in her heart. Sigh... It's also because Lu Mo is too cold and doesn't know how to say nice things to coax girls, unlike Lu Qingquan whose words are as sweet as honey.
"We're family, no need for formalities, Aunt Fang, don't stand on ceremony with me." Ye Qingqing blushed a little. She seemed to have been too proactive, but how could she melt Lu Mo's ice-cold exterior without the passion of volcanic lava?
"Okay... Auntie won't stand on ceremony with you..." Lin Shufang understood the meaning behind Ye Qingqing's words and saw the shyness on her face, making her even more fond of the girl.
A friend in need is a friend indeed. It's truly kind of Qingqing to come and say such things at this time!
Ye Qingqing followed Lin Shufang into the house. This house was allocated to Old Master Lu by the compound. The eldest and second wives lived here, while the third wife lived outside. But at this moment, all three wives were gathered in the living room, including Lu Mo, who was sitting in a wheelchair.
Lu Mo was very young at twenty-four. His hair was still black, and his face was as hard as if it had been carved by a glacier. His sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards into his temples, his nose was high and straight, and his perfectly thin lips were tightly pursed. It was impossible to tell what he was feeling at the moment.
However, his pale complexion indicated that his body was still very weak.
"Grandpa Lu, Second Uncle Lu, Third Uncle Lu... Second Aunt and Third Aunt, hello!"
Ye Qingqing greeted everyone, and finally looked at Lu Mo, who had no expression, and smiled brightly, "Hello, Brother Lu Mo!"
Lu Mo looked up at the girl in the red dress, his fiancée since childhood, but she ignored him and was very close to his cousin Lu Qingquan. Her sudden enthusiasm made Lu Mo wary.
Is it out of pity that he has become disabled?
Lu Moxin stung, feeling the chill intensify. What he hated most now was pity!
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