Chapter 129 If You Are Heartless
"I said, you discovered this sordid affair, yet you still kept it a secret for your father. Do you even consider me your mother?!" Madam Wan slammed down her bowl.
He looked at Wan Yuting with sharp, disappointed eyes.
"If I hadn't discovered it myself, would I have been toyed with by those two bastards until the day I died!"
Wan Yuting had never seen Madam Wan like this before, nor had he ever heard her speak so sharply.
His mother was always gentle and smiling, like a delicate flower that had never experienced wind and rain.
“Mother, Father still cares about you the most. I heard that you found out and stood outside the door for a long time.”
He said he would come to apologize to you after you calmed down.
Mother, you've lived together for decades; how could that woman possibly ruin it?
Father was just drunk and confused; he had no feelings for that woman.
You must not act impulsively at this time.
As for Yu Xiao, I will no longer allow him to bear the surname Wan!
Madam Wan chuckled softly.
excusable.
It's just that my mind is in turmoil.
It turns out that her son thought the same way.
Are all crows black?
"So, you think your mother should be content, right? She should just swallow this bowl of stinking excrement and urine, right?"
Wan Yuting: "..."
“You are my son, and your surname is Wan! You take my surname, not his, Wan Jishan’s!”
"Wan Yuting, I am very disappointed in you!"
Madam Wan, her face cold, called out to the door, "Feng Liu, go and summon all the managers of the twelve shops that were assigned to my and Master's names! Tell them to bring the accounts!"
She had lived a life of luxury for so many years that Wanjishan probably forgot about it.
She is intolerant of even the slightest imperfection!
If you are heartless, then I will leave!
...
On the carriage, Lu Qingqing was quite interested when Xu Rui mentioned that he had brought some seeds.
The two talked for a while, and then Xu Rui took the cloak that Lu Qingqing had placed aside.
"Silk oilcloths, it seems the Wan family is planning to leave Chang Le Town."
"Is this expensive?" Lu Qingqing asked.
"It's not very expensive, but ordinary people can't afford it."
This material is still a bit lacking; it will seep through if it gets rained on for too long, unlike a jade-woven raincoat.
Lu Qingqing nodded, not caring.
She got down to business.
"Young Master Xu, you mentioned before that you had an old friend surnamed Shui. What is her name?"
The man lowered his cloak and slightly raised his head.
"The moon in the water."
The moon reflected in the water—it really is her mother!
Where is she now?
The man shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't seen her for many years."
"What's your relationship with her? How did you meet?"
Xu Rui straightened his back even more.
"She took care of me for a while when I was little, so I called her Auntie."
“That’s my mother,” Lu Qingqing said.
So she really is Aunt Shui's daughter?
Xu Rui felt a surge of joy, like reuniting with an old friend, and also a sense of fateful coincidence.
Years later, they unexpectedly met again in this remote little town!
He thought of the little girl he had met once before.
He had two little pigtails on his head, and his face was covered in the syrup from candied hawthorns. He reached out to pick at the white jade inlaid on his belt.
If Aunt Shui hadn't stopped her, she really would have torn off his belt.
This habit...
Beneath the veil, a face as white as jade was flushed crimson.
Only later did I realize something was wrong.
Qingqing's mother is gone.
Why did she ask him where he was just now?
Lu Qingqing continued, "I'm willing to go with you and help each other."
"Can you help me find my mother? For some reason, she faked her death eight years ago and left us, and hasn't reappeared since."
Lu Qingqing knew that even if she and her family traveled all over the world, they wouldn't be able to find anyone.
They had absolutely no clue.
Although Xu Rui's identity is unknown, judging from his overall demeanor, he is no ordinary person.
Now I can only ask him for help.
"Of course. I'd like to see Aunt Shui again."
So that's how it is!
Because of Master Zhang's matter, Xu Rui couldn't help but wonder if Aunt Shui's faked death was also related to him.
Even if she isn't Qingqing's mother, he still wants to find her and uncover the truth.
"Qingqing, don't worry, I will do my best to find it."
Lu Qingqing didn't pay attention to how he addressed her.
When she heard Xu Rui call her "Aunt Shui," and now that they were on the same side, she felt much closer to him.
He probably is too.
"By the way, my mother's real name is Shan Yueming."
According to what her father said, the parts of her mother's past that he didn't know were Shan Yueming's past.
This name must be a clue.
The moon shines bright over the mountains and rivers.
...
This young yamen runner drives the cart incredibly steadily, even slower than an oxcart.
It's eight li from the town to Liuyun Village, which takes less than half an hour to walk, but half an hour by horse-drawn carriage.
Xu Rui was so shaken that he fell asleep leaning against the car wall.
When they reached the village entrance, Lu Qingqing wouldn't let the carriage go any further; she decided to get out.
But then they realized that Xu Rui had covered the waterproof cloak.
Half of the thigh was pressed down.
"Hey, wake up."
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
"Young Master Xu?"
"Xu Rui!"
The two became allies, and Lu Qingqing became less polite to him.
After trying to wake him up for a while without success, Lu Qingqing grabbed Xu Rui's calf and lifted him up.
Xu Rui seemed to be startled, and stood up abruptly, bumping his head on the car roof.
"Sorry, you're pressing down on my cloak."
Lu Qingqing picked up the crumpled raincoat and unfolded it.
"Uh, I'm sorry, it seems it can't be used. I have better material, I'll get it for you another day."
Lu Qingqing was about to refuse, but then she thought that they were allies, and this little thing was nothing to worry about.
"Okay, thanks then!"
But this one is still usable!
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed again, and the rain did not fall.
Lu Qingqing carried the cloak and walked home.
As I approached home, I saw two people standing and talking at the corner of the house.
One was short and thin, the other was tall and thin.
The short, thin one is Chen Cuihua, and the tall, thin one is her second son, Lu Changshun.
At this moment, Chen Cuihua seemed restless and unable to make a decision. She clasped her hands together and paced back and forth.
In contrast, Lu Changshun remained calm and composed.
One is as nimble as a spinning top, the other as steady as a Buddha.
Lu Qingqing quietly approached and hid to the side.
Hearing Lu Changshun say, "Mother, Qiaoxiu is still young. Apart from being a little lazy, she has never offended you. It's one thing for you to be angry with us brothers, but you can't just ignore her, can you?"
“She was beaten by her father yesterday and hasn’t eaten a single bite since. If it causes a fever, we don’t have the money to treat her.”
"And another thing, Dad also said he was going to sell her to an old widower."
"Mother, you're her own mother too, how can you just stand by and watch her go down in a fire pit?"
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