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Chapter 99 Who's hosting a dinner at the cafeteria?

My aunt pursed her lips, her chest heaving for a long time, but in the end she still didn't choose to argue with her husband at this time.

She turned to look at Zhu Suosuo beside her, her tone still admonishing: "Suosuo, your aunt is genuinely thinking of you."

There are so many people out there using the prestige of prestigious universities to scam young girls; don't let your sweet talk blind you.

"Auntie, thank you for your concern, I understand."

Brother Han is an upright person who has helped me a lot during this time. He also has very sound values. This wasn't a decision I made on a whim.

Zhu Suosuo forced a smile and replied, then added, "I just happened to have something to tell you. I've found a job now, and I'll officially start my internship next Monday."

So I should learn to be independent. I'll find a suitable place to live in a couple of days and then move out.

But don't worry, Uncle, I will come back to visit you often and take care of you.

Upon hearing this, Aunt's expression changed again. Just as she was about to continue nagging, Luo Jiaming's even more irritated shouts came from the bedroom once more.

She swallowed back the words she was about to say, and with a heart full of worry, she added to the door, "Jiaming, don't be angry. Mom saved some food for you. Remember to come out and eat when you're hungry. Don't try to tough it out!"

Zhu Suosuo took a deep breath, glanced at her uncle who was frowning, and forced a smile: "Uncle, Aunt, I'll go see Jiaming and explain to him."

She walked to the door, raised her hand and knocked gently twice, her voice soft: "Jiaming, it's me, Suosuo. Open the door, I have something to tell you."

A few seconds of silence followed before Luo Jiaming's muffled voice came through the room: "There's nothing to say. Don't you already have a boyfriend? I wish you happiness!"

"Jiaming, don't be like this." Zhu Suosuo said patiently, her tone sincere. "We grew up together since we were little, and you're like an older brother to me."

Now that I've found a suitable boyfriend, shouldn't you be happy for me? You'll meet a girl who's truly right for you in the future too.

  

There was another moment of silence inside the door, and Luo Jiaming still showed no intention of opening it.

The aunt was so anxious that she kept wringing her hands, and said to Zhu Suosuo in a low voice, "Suosuo, can't you comfort him? Look at him like this, it breaks my heart!"

A bitter feeling welled up in Zhu Suosuo's heart, and she spoke again, "Jiaming, the food is getting cold. Why don't you come out and eat first? We can talk about it after we finish eating."

Luo Youfu nodded slightly to her, his eyes showing both helplessness and a hint of approval. At least she was willing to calm the situation instead of adding fuel to the fire.

Just then, the door was suddenly pulled open a crack from the inside.

Luo Jiaming stood behind the door, but didn't look at Zhu Suosuo. Instead, he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I'm out for dinner, but you don't need to worry about me."

After saying that, he went straight to the dining table, sat down, picked up his chopsticks, buried his head in his rice, and refused to say another word.

My aunt quickly followed, serving food and water, saying, "Eat more, eat more, don't go hungry."

Zhu Suosuo stood there watching this scene, feeling a mix of emotions.

She knew that her choice was right, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to stay in this family for long.

Luo Youfu waved to her, "Suo Suo, come and eat too. We can talk about it after we finish eating."

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"Hmm." Zhu Suosuo nodded, and was about to go over and eat a few bites of food when her phone suddenly rang in her bag.

Seeing that it was her best friend Jiang Nansun calling, she quickly returned to her room and answered the phone: "Hey, Nansun? Didn't you say you were going back to school to have dinner with Zhang Anren? Why are you calling me now?"

"SuoSuo, have you eaten yet? If not, come to school and eat with us!"

Zhang Anren invited us to eat at the cafeteria; there were some things I forgot to tell you earlier.

Hearing Jiang Nansun's familiar voice on the other end of the phone, Zhu Suosuo thought to herself, "Who's the kind person who's treating us to a meal at the cafeteria?"

Without hesitation, he nodded in agreement, "Sure, I actually have something I'd like to talk to you about! See you at school!"

"Okay, see you there!" Jiang Nansun said and then hung up the phone.

Zhu Suosuo put away her phone, walked out of the room, and said to her uncle, aunt, and Luo Jiaming, "Uncle, aunt, Jiaming, Nansun needs to see me urgently, so I can't have dinner with you. You guys eat first!"

After saying that, without waiting for her aunt and uncle to respond, she hurriedly left her uncle's house as if fleeing a disaster.

After leaving the alley, I didn't even take the subway, but instead hailed a taxi and headed straight for Shanghai University.

In the living room, Luo Jiaming saw her rush out in a hurry. She hadn't even taken two bites of her meal before putting down her chopsticks and running back to her room, looking utterly hopeless.

The aunt hurriedly got up and chased after him, but her son shut her out of the door again, and she couldn't get it open no matter how long she knocked.

As she walked helplessly toward the dining table, she said with a displeased expression, "I really don't understand what this lock is thinking."

She doesn't want honest, steady, and devoted boys like Jiaming; instead, she prefers those outsiders whose backgrounds she doesn't know.

"Tell me, they've only known each other for a few days, and she's already calling him her boyfriend? Isn't she afraid of being scammed?"

"Alright, that's enough!" Luo Youfu quickly interrupted her. "Didn't you hear Suosuo say she's moving out? Don't say hurtful things like that again."

Suo Suo has had a tough time too. Although she has lived in this family for so many years, we are not her biological parents, and there are some things we cannot give her.

Now that she's grown up, she has her own ideas, and you don't want her to hear these things, lest you end up not even being able to remain relatives.

"No matter what, I raised her from a young age. What's wrong with saying a few words to her?"

Although I didn't care about her as much as I did about Jiaming, I didn't mistreat her either!

Zhu Suosuo's aunt got angrier and angrier as she spoke, but considering her husband's feelings, she finally lowered her voice, but she was still muttering to herself: "I don't mean to target Suosuo, but look, my son didn't eat breakfast or lunch because of her. Do you think I'm not worried?"

Looking at her behavior, she clearly knows that Jiaming likes her, yet she still does this. She doesn't care about Jiaming at all.

In my opinion, the old saying is true: you just can't raise someone else's child properly!

"Mom, you're not allowed to talk about Xiaosuo like that." Luo Jiaming pushed the door open abruptly, his voice unusually firm, but his eyes were already red.

"What does my not eating have to do with her? She has never made me any promises. From beginning to end, it was all just wishful thinking on my part."

Now she has found someone she likes and a job she loves, at a big company like Jingyan Group. We should be happy for her.

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"Son, you—I—"

His aunt was speechless after hearing his words. She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Luo Youfu looked at his stepson with satisfaction and patted him on the shoulder: "Jiaming, the fact that you think this way shows that you've really grown up."

Luo Jiaming lowered his head, said nothing more, and turned to walk back into the room.

He knew better than anyone else that once Suo Suo walked out that door today, her heart would probably never come back.

Meanwhile, in the taxi, Zhu Suosuo leaned against the window, her gaze fixed on the rapidly receding street scene outside, and let out a long sigh of relief.

After hesitating for a moment, she took out her phone, found Han Tao's profile picture, tapped on it, and quickly typed: "Brother Han, have you had lunch? Nan Sun invited me to eat at the cafeteria, are you free to come along?"

After sending the message, she pressed her phone against her chest, feeling a long-lost sense of relief.

She knew that from this day forward, she could finally live for herself.