Having a child is good; her life will no longer be monotonous and boring.
She hoped for a son, because daughters are too delicate and difficult to care for.
She has a rather volatile temper and can't be gentle.
If it's a son, you can beat him if he misbehaves, but you can't touch a daughter at all.
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The days that followed.
Su Luo has started her busy schedule again.
Mia is very good at managing her staff. She trains her streamers very well, patiently teaching them streaming skills and giving them motivational pep talks.
Seeing the company's profits getting better and better, Su Luo did not forget his promise to Ye Xiaoman that he would think of her when he made money.
He picked out a custom-made guitar for her. Although Ye Xiaoman had countless guitars, she still loved the one Su Luo gave her.
He said excitedly, "Let me treat you to lunch."
Not wanting to spoil Ye Xiaoman's fun, Su Luo smiled and agreed.
The two went out together and chose a hot pot restaurant near their home.
This hot pot restaurant was very popular, and since it was a restaurant, when the two of them arrived, there were no private rooms available, so they had to sit in the main hall.
Su Luo suggested going to another restaurant, worried that Ye Xiaoman might be recognized by fans again if she took off her mask while eating, and they would come to ask for autographs and photos.
Ye Xiaoman really wanted to eat at this hot pot restaurant, so she pulled Su Luo to pick an empty seat and sit down.
Su Luo had no choice but to go along with her wishes and hand her the menu so she could order.
After ordering, the waiter placed two small pots in front of the two people respectively.
The specialty of this restaurant is its small pots, one pot per person, with all kinds of flavors available.
Su Luo ordered a tomato hot pot, while Ye Xiaoman ordered an extra spicy one.
Before long, the waiter brought out all the dishes.
Sure enough, as soon as Ye Xiaoman put a few slices of beef into the pot, several fans came over to ask for her autograph.
Ye Xiaoman reluctantly put down her chopsticks, quickly took the pen, and skillfully signed autographs for her fans on the paper.
Then he flashed a professional smile and took photos with several fans.
After the fans left, Ye Xiaoman picked up her chopsticks again, scooped out the beef from the small pot, chewed it a couple of times, and frowned in disgust.
"It's overcooked and doesn't taste good anymore."
Su Luo comforted her, "It's alright, just a few pieces were overcooked, we can just cook them again."
Ye Xiaoman pouted and said, "Next time, let's go to a private room."
Su Luo held up the plate, taking large bites of meat, and mumbled something indistinctly.
"Okay, let's go to the private room."
Just then, a woman in her forties walked towards us. She was a bit overweight and wearing an old, faded shirt.
His hair was gray, his round face was full of fatigue, and his eye bags were dark and deep, as if he hadn't slept well for many days.
Su Luo assumed they were just ordinary guests and paid them no attention, continuing to shovel rice into her mouth with her chopsticks.
Sitting next to Su Luo, Ye Xiaoman didn't think much of it and kept her head down, pouring meat into the pot from the plate.
Unexpectedly, the aunt walked to the table where the two of them were sitting and stopped.
Those lifeless eyes looked at Ye Xiaoman, who was cutting meat, and asked her a question.
Are you Ye Xiaoman?
Ye Xiaoman raised her head blankly and asked in surprise.
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
This auntie probably isn't her fan. Her fans are usually young people, so how would she know her name?
He Chunhua stiffly forced a smile, pulled a crumpled piece of paper and a pen from her pocket, and handed them over with a grin.
"My son is a fan of yours, could you please sign an autograph for him?"
Ye Xiaoman blinked, realizing that the aunt's son was her fan. No wonder he knew her. She smiled and said.
"OK!"
He then took the paper and pen.
He laid the crumpled paper flat on the table and bowed his head to begin signing.
He Chunhua's smile froze instantly, and a murderous intent flashed in her dark eyes.
Su Luo, who was standing to the side, continued to show off her food with a plate, when she caught a glimpse of a hand reaching out from the tomato pot in front of her.
It was this auntie.
Su Luo was still holding a plate and had no time to react when she watched as the aunt, unfazed by the heat, grabbed a pot of scalding hot tomatoes and poured it onto Ye Xiaoman, who was signing autographs and completely unsuspecting.
Su Luo turned around reflexively and stood in front of Ye Xiaoman.
With a whoosh!
The steaming hot tomato soup was poured directly onto Su Luo's back.
The thin fabric of the sweatshirt was no match for the boiling soup.
The pain was so intense that I almost died on the spot.
Upon seeing this, Ye Xiaoman became furious and tried to push Su Luo away, wanting to settle accounts with her aunt.
But Su Luo held his wrist tightly to stop him, and he gritted his teeth and endured the sharp pain in his back.
"Don't hit her, talk it out, I'm fine."
Ye Xiaoman is a public figure after all. Even if the other party strikes first, Ye Xiaoman will still make the news if she hits someone.
Besides, she didn't know her own strength and crippled the person. Not only will she be unable to sing in the future, but if she causes a scene, she could end up in jail.
Ye Xiaoman was both anxious and angry, and broke free from his hand.
"What are you even talking about, you're already like this!"
At this moment, all the surrounding guests turned their attention to watch the spectacle.
When He Chunhua realized that she had hurt an innocent person but not Ye Xiaoman, and that Ye Xiaoman was on guard, she instantly broke down and started crying and pointing at Ye Xiaoman.
"Do you know that you killed my son? Ever since he fell in love with you, he has stopped studying properly, been fighting with people all day long, started playing music like you, and followed your example by breaking up with me. He even took his guitar and went abroad."
“It’s been two years, and he hasn’t called me once. A week ago, I received a call from the police asking me to identify a body. Have you ever seen a dead person? A dead person whose face was completely disfigured and whose body was covered in unblemished flesh, I couldn’t recognize him at all until I saw the maple leaf necklace from your band around his neck. That’s when I recognized him as my son.”
"Someone like you with such a bad record doesn't deserve to be an artist. You're a rotten person who only corrupts teenagers and doesn't deserve to be an idol!"
Seeing her son's tragic death, she asked the police who had done it, but the police said they hadn't found the killer yet.
Therefore, she could only vent all her anger and grief on Ye Xiaoman.
If it weren't for his son's feelings for Ye Xiaoman, he wouldn't have broken off relations with her, wouldn't have gone abroad, and wouldn't have died such a tragic death.
For the past few days, she had been searching for Ye Xiaoman's whereabouts, and today she unexpectedly ran into her.
He Chunhua's tearful accusation moved the surrounding audience members.
It's too tragic that my son ended up like this because he was too obsessed with his idol.
It's understandable that a mother, heartbroken at the loss of her son, would turn to her son's idol for solace.
However, it was Su Luo who suffered the most for taking the bullet for Ye Xiaoman. His back was scalded by the boiling hot soup, which not only caused him pain but also left him with a large scar.
Su Luo was somewhat moved by what he heard, but he felt that something was not quite right.
Your son died, and his death was shrouded in mystery. Shouldn't you be looking for the murderer instead of Ye Xiaoman?
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