An Rong stared blankly at Liu Wanmei.
In her social circle, she had never heard of any adult apologizing to a child.
But Liu Wanmei did it.
“Auntie…” An Rong choked and said, “It’s clearly my fault, you don’t need to apologize to me at all…”
“You did nothing wrong.” Liu Wanmei gently brushed away the hair that was stuck to An Rong’s face with tears and said softly, “Every child who wants to give up on life has their own painful secrets suppressed in their heart. I want to know your secret.”
"Can you tell Auntie?"
Chapter 16
The villain was resurrected for the fifth time (16)
An Rong has shed too many tears today.
Yu Tang and Lu Qingyuan's persuasion made her realize that Yang Qingzhou's spirit was right beside her, which temporarily suppressed her suicidal thoughts.
Yang Qingzhou's letter made her realize that there were still people in this world who were willing to understand her, opening up her closed and dark heart.
Liu Wanmei's words caused her to break down on the spot.
They were clearly not her relatives, clearly just strangers she had only met a few times.
It was even because of her suicide that Yang Qingzhou ended up in his current state.
However, An Rong sensed Liu Wanmei's gentleness and tolerance towards her.
“Aunt Liu…” An Rong’s hand trembled as she gripped Liu Wanmei’s. “I’m so sorry to Yang Qingzhou, I’m so sorry to your whole family…”
"Sigh..." Liu Wanmei sighed, gently hugged the girl in front of her who was so distraught that all she could do was apologize, and carefully patted An Rong's back: "Qingzhou said you are a good girl, and Auntie trusts his judgment."
I understand how you feel.
"Okay, okay, it's good to vent."
Once An Rong calmed down a bit, Liu Wanmei helped her up.
"You haven't eaten yet, have you?"
"Your uncle and I are just about to go eat. Why don't you come with us?"
Visitors are not allowed in the intensive care unit, and we can't always stay outside. Let's go eat first, and come back when we've had enough energy.
"Mmm..." An Rong sobbed, holding Liu Wanmei's hand tightly, unwilling to let go.
Liu Wanmei didn't say anything to her.
He then pulled her back to Yang Zhiping's side.
The middle-aged man wearing glasses stood up when he saw them coming over, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the two women's tightly clasped hands.
"Let's go eat."
In the private room of the restaurant, An Rong finally opened her heart to the kind and gentle Liu Wanmei and the mature and steady Yang Zhiping.
After listening to her account, Liu Wanmei frowned.
He felt even more pity for An Rong.
She exchanged a glance with Yang Zhiping and said, "Zhiping, I want to talk to Wang Shaojuan."
Yang Zhiping looked at his wife and knew that she had completely calmed down.
Both of them were exhausted these past two days, and they were constantly worried about Yang Qingzhou's injuries.
Every word the doctor said puts them under tremendous psychological pressure.
Even so, as parents and mature adults, they shouldn't take their anger out on a child who already feels guilty, blames himself, and even has suicidal thoughts.
Liu Wanmei's actions now demonstrate the responsibility that a true adult should have.
The man nodded: "Yes, we can talk to her together."
As she was saying this, An Rong's phone rang in her pocket. She took it out and found that it was Wang Shaojuan.
An Rong gripped her phone tightly, her eyes revealing disgust and fear.
But she answered anyway: "Hello, Mom."
“Rongrong, you…” Wang Shaojuan held the form Yu Tang had given her, sitting in the driver’s seat of the car.
Her car was parked in the hospital parking lot, but she never drove it out.
She spent the entire afternoon carefully examining the survey form.
My heart is being subjected to the most profound interrogation by these questions, one after another.
She pursed her chapped lips and asked An Rong, "Are you still in the hospital?"
"Um……"
"Have you had dinner? If not, Mom will take you to a restaurant near the hospital..."
"No need, Mom, I've already eaten."
"Oh, you've eaten? That's good." Wang Shaojuan, who is usually very talkative, was speechless for once in the face of An Rong's almost indifferent tone.
Liu Wanmei gestured to An Rong, hoping to talk to Wang Shaojuan. An Rong nodded and handed her phone to Liu Wanmei.
"Hello, is this Ms. Wang?" Liu Wanmei's voice was somewhat cold: "I've already learned some things from An Rong. I think we need to find a place to have a good talk. When do you have time?"
"What did An Rong say to you?" Upon hearing Liu Wanmei's words, Wang Shaojuan realized something and immediately bristled like a hedgehog, her heart pounding. She hurriedly said, "Why are you with my daughter? Let me tell you, if you have any problems, come at me! Don't hurt my daughter!"
You yourself said it was my fault for raising our daughter, so you should come to me, not her!
Liu Wanmei frowned, displeased with Wang Shaojuan's tone.
However, judging from these few words alone, Wang Shaojuan was indeed still worried about An Rong.
However, there are significant communication problems between the mother and daughter.
Wang Shaojuan's controlling love only made An Rong feel suffocated.
“You don’t need to yell at me.” Liu Wanmei turned down the phone volume and said, “We’re in room 203 of the Northeastern Chinese restaurant next to the hospital. Come over.”
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Hearing the dial tone on the phone, Wang Shaojuan on the other end couldn't sit still any longer.
I got out of the car, wearing high heels, walked out of the parking lot, followed the navigation to the restaurant, and jogged there.
Wang Shaojuan breathed a sigh of relief when she pushed open the door to the private room, but the scene she had imagined—Yang Zhiping and Liu Wanmei holding An Rong hostage—did not happen.
Her face was flushed from the strenuous exercise. Wang Shaojuan walked over in a few steps, grabbed An Rong's hand, and tried to pull her back to her side.
But he was pushed away instead.
She hadn't eaten all day and had run more than a kilometer. She was sweating profusely and was pushed, causing her to stagger half a step before regaining her balance.
"Rongrong, what are you doing? Haven't you made enough of a scene?" Wang Shaojuan said, "I didn't even argue with you for yelling at me in the hospital today, and now you're going out to eat with that couple behind my back. I was worried about you, so I came to find you, and you pushed me away? Do you even have any respect for me as your mother?!"
"Is all the time I've raised you for nothing? Your dad disliked you because you're a girl, but I've always spoiled and doted on you. He didn't want you after the divorce, but I did. I've raised you all by myself since you were in third grade. I've never mistreated you!"
Do you know how many men your grandparents found for me who were better than your dad? I didn't contact any of them because I was afraid you would get hurt!
I was thinking that since you're a girl, there are so many things to be careful about at home, and you can't judge a book by its cover when it comes to men. I didn't dare to get involved with them easily. I was thinking that I'd wait until you're an adult, go to university, and have a stable job before considering myself.
As she spoke, Wang Shaojuan also felt wronged, and her eyes reddened. But she forced herself not to let the tears fall.
"What kind of karma have I created?" She pointed to An Rong's chest and said, "I'm only now realizing that I didn't raise a daughter, but a heartless wretch!"
These words are like knives to the heart.
Everyone present felt an indescribable sense of unease after hearing it.
"Alright, let's stop talking now." Liu Wanmei was the first to react, and she pulled Wang Shaojuan to sit down.
Hand the other person a tissue.
He then gestured for An Rong to sit opposite him.
"Everyone, calm down first."
Just as he finished speaking, a voice came from the doorway; it was a man dressed as a waiter.
Ask them.
"Guests, would you like me to close the door for you?"
"Turn it off, thank you."
The "waiter" nodded and closed the door. At the same time, a small cluster of black flames darted into the room, found the best vantage point, and stopped. No one noticed the entire process.
Leaving the private room, Yu Tang opened the restaurant's neglected storeroom, closed the door, and set up another layer of restrictions.
Turning to look at Lu Qingyuan, whose expression was dazed from being tormented by the illusion he had created, he leaned down slightly and snapped his fingers.
Bound by tortoise shell-like restraints and unable to move, Lu Qingyuan finally awoke as if from a dream. Upon seeing Yu Tang in front of him, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his peach blossom eyes shimmered with tears, revealing urgency and anxiety.
He pleaded in a low, hoarse voice.
"Tangtang, please help me, please—"
Chapter 17
The villain was resurrected for the fifth time (17)
The demon's special skills are creating illusions and the Eye of Darkness.
The illusion that Yu Tang created for Lu Qingyuan was much more exciting than the illusion that Lu Qingyuan had created for him when he was a demon.
After all, Lu Qingyuan had emotional problems at that time, and what he showed Yu Tang were all sorts of messy images.
But Yu Tang has now been "washed" by the world and can be considered a seasoned veteran.
He treated the symptoms, and what he showed Lu Qingyuan was all about himself.
Using magic, Lu Qingyuan was guided to see the image of Yu Tang, whom he had been longing to see most, in the illusion.
If this torture continued, Lu Qingyuan could only look but not eat, which was extremely painful for him.
But Yu Tang seemed not to hear his pleas. He imitated Lu Qingyuan when he was a demon, and black mist shot out from behind him, forming the shape of a throne.