"Okay, I'll buy it for you." Luo Li smiled indulgently.
It's okay to eat it once in a while.
As she spoke, Luo Li looked at Wen Yanrou and asked, "Mom, are you hungry? What would you like to eat?"
Shaking her head, Wen Yanrou said, "I'm not hungry, there's nothing I want to eat."
Since falling ill, Wen Yanrou's appetite has decreased significantly, which is the root cause of her weight loss.
"Mom, let's have some tofu pudding, it looks delicious," Little Yuzu suggested with a smile.
Luo Li frowned: "Let's go find a restaurant to eat at. This place isn't very hygienic, and with Mom's illness..."
“Mom’s illness has nothing to do with food; it’s mainly a mental one.” Xiaoyouzi took Wen Yanrou’s hand and patted it. “Mom, I’ll go buy you some food.”
Wen Yanrou didn't hesitate this time and smiled, "Okay."
Luo Li: The clown is actually myself!
After Luo Li and Xiao Youzi left, Wen Yanrou sat quietly watching her tablet.
"Lele, be careful."
Just then, an ice cream fell from the sky and landed directly on Wen Yanrou's tablet.
Some of the ice cream splashed out, staining Wen Yanrou's clothes white.
The air was filled with the sweet aroma of ice cream.
Wen Yanrou frowned and looked up ahead.
It was a little boy, about seven years old, roughly the same age as Xiaoyouzi: "My ice cream is gone!"
The little boy accidentally dropped the ice cream while running down the slope.
It landed right in front of Wen Yanrou.
Without asking if Wen Yanrou was alright, the little boy looked at his ice cream and said angrily, "It's all your fault for blocking the way."
It was because someone was there that he was restrained; otherwise, the ice cream wouldn't have flown away.
Wen Yanrou frowned: "Your ice cream got on me, kid. You should apologize."
"Apologize? Apologize for what?" The boy's mother came over.
She was dressed in luxurious clothes and exquisitely made up, looking like a wealthy lady: "It's just an ice cream, why are you making such a fuss?"
"How much did your clothes cost? I'll pay you back."
The woman took out her wallet and pulled out a stack of brand-new ten-thousand-yuan notes: "Is this enough?"
"This isn't about money; you can't teach children like this." Wen Yanrou hadn't interacted with people for a long time, and her tone was subconsciously gentle, lacking her former imposing presence.
The woman sneered, "What business is it of yours how I raise my son? He's just a poor, disabled man trying to extort money."
"Take this and spend it!" The woman threw a wad of cash at Wen Yanrou.
Wen Yanrou didn't react quickly enough; the money hit her forehead and fell to the ground.
Immediately, her fair forehead turned a flushed red.
Wen Yanrou's gaze shifted.
Those around, seeing the conflict, and driven by their love of gossip, all started watching.
Some people couldn't stand it and started criticizing it.
"What are you doing? Why are you bullying me!"
"Exactly! This person is disabled and has difficulty moving, and you still throw that thing at them!"
"What kind of behavior is this? Expose her online!"
Hearing the condemnations from those around her, the woman scoffed, "What's it to you? Didn't I just pay her? Ten thousand yuan, that's enough for a poor wretch like her to live on for a long time!"
“Exactly!” the little boy said to Wen Yanrou. “He’s just a disabled person, yet he still comes to the zoo and blocks the way.”
Those who were watching didn't know what was happening, so they could only film it and then watch from the sidelines.
Wen Yanrou didn't want to argue with a child, so she looked at the boy's mother and said, "I'm already in the corner, not blocking the way."
"Mommy, it's all her fault that I don't get any ice cream!" The boy clung to the woman's clothes, wailing, "My ice cream! It's all her fault!"
This action is simply unreasonable.
Wen Yanrou slowly wiped the ice cream off the blanket with a tissue, but the smell was still strong: "What a pity, I quite liked this blanket."
I just didn't expect to run into a particularly mischievous kid eating ice cream in winter.
Putting the things aside, Wen Yanrou looked at them coldly: "All you do is throw money around. Whose wife are you?"
"What business is it of yours whose I am?" The woman was visibly flustered.
Wen Yanrou remained expressionless: "Looking at your son's face, he looks very familiar to someone I know."
Hearing Wen Yanrou say that, the woman relaxed and smiled dismissively: "What kind of people do you know?"
"Let me think about it."
It had been too long since she had returned to China, and coupled with Wen Yanrou's poor mental state, many people didn't actually remember her.
But the boy in front of me did look somewhat familiar.
The woman wasn't buying Wen Yanrou's act, feeling that Wen Yanrou was just playing her. She scoffed, "Stop stalling! Just give me a price!"
"Oh, by the way, I wonder what your relationship is with Chairman Hua of Zhihua Construction?"
Wen Yanrou's casual remark left the woman stunned on the spot.
Seeing the woman's reaction, Wen Yanrou knew she had hit the nail on the head: "I remember Chairman Hua's wife wasn't this person. Has she been replaced?"
She couldn't quite remember, and there weren't many people she could think of.
However, Hua Dong of Zhihua had previously been in contact with Wen Yanrou, as Zhihua was the general contractor for their villa area.
"you!"
The woman realized with a start that she was doomed.
How did I end up running into someone that man knew?
If this gets to his wife's ears, he's doomed. That woman seems gentle and polite, but she's actually incredibly ruthless!
Wen Yanrou chuckled: "It seems I was right. Why don't I make a call to Chairman Hua's wife and ask her to meet me?"
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