Dong Youlan's face instantly turned ashen: "Auntie, you really are kind on the outside but cruel on the inside. You don't even want my little one to be well!"
The old woman sneered, "I'm just stating the facts. This is a new society now, and feudal superstitions are no longer in vogue. Who is blessed depends on their own efforts. You've taken a lot of medicine for this child, but whether it's the right medicine for the condition is another matter."
"Have a conscience and stop making sarcastic remarks. Now that you have a son, you should hurry home and stop blaming others for your misfortunes!"
Dong Youlan gritted her teeth in hatred. She had waited for so many years, and had given birth to four daughters before finally having a son.
But the baby was born prematurely, right in August. Although his arms and legs were fully grown, he looked thin and small, and his cries were like a kitten's. He didn't have much energy even when nursing...
"Pah!" she couldn't help but spit at the doorway. "A whole family of scoundrels! Just wait and see, your precious grandson-in-law will definitely be an idiot when he wakes up!"
When the Ke family man raised his fist, she immediately grabbed her daughter and ran away.
Ke Meiyu kept staring at Ke Enshu, but the latter kept her head down and still looked shy and docile.
During this time, she devoted herself entirely to Qin Yuanjiu and didn't have time to investigate who sent the telegram to her parents.
However, given Ko Eun-sook's cunning, she wouldn't personally go to the post office to deliver the letter, making the investigation quite difficult.
Ke Meiyu's eyes were cold as she muttered to herself, "Good deeds are rewarded and evil deeds are punished; the cycle of karma is real!"
The school only closed for one day, calling on all teachers and students to clean and repair the buildings, and resumed normal order the next day.
As soon as the Foreign Language Assembly was set up, Ke Meiyu handed over the responsibility directly to the former head of the second group of the Foreign Language Association. She also readily sent over a thick book of her ideas on the establishment and operation of the Foreign Language Assembly, while she herself only held the title of vice president.
Besides attending classes, she would go to the hospital to stay with Qin Yuanjiu, talking to him constantly or reading from a book.
As the days went by, Ke Meiyu's hopes were gradually worn away.
She carefully wiped Qin Yuanjiu's hands and whispered, "Brother Jiu, I think my life has been too smooth. Even in the apocalypse, in this era of food and clothing shortages, I have never worried about making a living."
"Moreover, I didn't know how to cherish it, and I kept wavering between you and Ying Yan, so even God couldn't stand it and gave me a hard blow."
"Get well soon, whatever hardships or misfortunes you face, or whatever your lucky streak brings, may they all come back to haunt me..."
She kept muttering to herself for a whole summer. Looking at the person lying on the bed, despite her constant input of spiritual energy and the application of various nourishing talismans, she did not lose any weight. Her muscles remained bulging, just like when she was asleep.
Ke Meiyu suddenly turned her eyes and leaned close to his ear, "Ninth Brother, a very young professor came to our foreign language department today. He speaks foreign languages fluently. I heard that his family is a red asset family, and all of his family's money is officially recognized by the organization."
"They live in a small villa, furnished with mahogany furniture, and have a housekeeper and a driver."
"He's handsome and funny; all my classmates like him. I didn't come last Sunday because I went to his house with some classmates. We listened to records, ate chocolate cake, pizza, and rye bread..."
Ke Meiyu recounted her visit to the man in great detail, "By the way, when he heard that we had founded the Foreign Language Assembly Call, he became particularly enthusiastic and proactive in serving as a tutor, answering questions for all the students and comrades who came to the association..."
She kept mentioning that she and the professor were practically inseparable, and expressed her admiration and respect for him.
From then on, she didn't come to see Qin Yuanjiu every day. She would come every few days, and she would arrive very late. Every time, she would talk about Professor Wen.
One day she suddenly came and just kept peeling apples in silence. After she finished peeling the apples, she took big bites of them as if venting her anger.
After finishing the bite, she leaned over to the bedside and poked his face, sighing as she said, this time not even calling him "Ninth Brother": "Qin Yuanjiu, why is my love life so bumpy? Every time I see things clearly, people can't respond to me."
"Are you going to wake up or not? If you don't, I'm really going to leave with someone else."
"At least open your eyes and get me a divorce certificate..."
Ke Meiyu kept staring at Qin Yuanjiu's face, and when she mentioned the divorce certificate, she saw his eyes move slightly.
She continued, "Comrade Wen said that people live for themselves, and you can't let your parents control you in the first half of your life and then rely on your children in the second half. One child is enough. Once you've experienced what it's like to be a parent, you've completed your life's lessons in this area..."
"I won't be coming tomorrow, Sunday. Comrade Wen has been invited to a friend's banquet. I have to go as her date. I heard there will be lots of good food, as well as red wine and champagne..."
Suddenly the person on the bed opened their eyes, turned their head to look at her with a cold gaze, and then looked blank.
He frowned slightly. "Who are you?"
Ke Meiyu was stunned, her mind racing with a bunch of mythical beasts. "Ninth Brother, this joke isn't funny at all."
The amnesia trope is so cliché.
“Ninth Brother?” He raised an eyebrow slightly. “You’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m the third son in my family.”
Ke Meiyu blinked. "So, what's your name?"
The man sneered, "Ying Yan, so who are you, and why are you here?"
"Ying, Ying Yan?" Ke Meiyu was taken aback. "Which Ying, which Yan?"
The man remained silent, just staring at her, as if she had come with ill intentions.
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