After four years of living alone after marrying far away, he went back to his parents' home and

Lan Yujuan led her daughter into the room and stood about a meter away from the bed.

"it's me."

"I heard you were sick, so I brought Xiaoman back to see you."

Lan Xiaoman looked at the emaciated figure on the bed and was so frightened that she hid behind Lan Yujuan, only peeking out half of her head to secretly observe everything in front of her.

Lan Xiaoman lived in this house from birth until she was three years old.

She knew every room and every corner of the house.

She was also very familiar with the room she was in now; Lan Xiaoman had stayed in this room on Chinese New Year's Day.

But the little girl couldn't understand why the room had changed so much.

She used to be afraid to come to this room because she was worried that her grandmother would scold her for no reason again.

Now, she's no longer afraid of her grandmother's scolding, but she's still too scared to stay in the room for long.

"Mom, I'm scared, let's go..." Lan Xiaoman shrank behind her mother, clutching the hem of her clothes and whispering.

Lan Yujuan raised her hand and gently rubbed her daughter's head. "Don't be afraid, Mommy and Daddy are here."

"Say a few words to Grandma, we'll be leaving in a bit!"

After saying that, she and Chen Mo put all the things they were carrying on the table next to them.

"Xiaoman, tell Grandma: I wish Grandma a speedy recovery and a long and healthy life!" Lan Yujuan instructed gently.

Although Lan Xiaoman's voice was soft, she spoke her blessings one by one with great care.

Although everyone present knew that Tian Xiuhua was so ill that her days were numbered.

But what needs to be said still needs to be said, even if it's just a formality.

Lying in bed, Tian Xiuhua suddenly coughed violently, "Cough, cough cough!"

Then, forcing herself to sit up, she used the bed frame for support. "My dear, Grandma's sweet grandson!"

As she spoke, Tian Xiuhua, who was already emaciated from her illness, reached out her hand to Lan Xiaoman.

"Come here, let Grandma take a good look. Grandma's dear grandson seems to have gotten fatter and taller..."

Lan Xiaoman was already a little scared, but when she saw Tian Xiuhua with a strange smile on her face, waving at her and calling her "my dear grandson," she was instantly terrified and her face turned pale.

The little guy didn't go forward; instead, he hid behind Lan Yujuan, trembling with fear.

"Come here!" When Tian Xiuhua realized that her words were not working, she subconsciously raised her voice, but unexpectedly, she coughed even more severely.

"Cough, cough!"

He coughed for a long time before he could barely recover. Finally, he was so exhausted that he collapsed onto the bed, leaning against the headboard and watching them.

"Fine, if you won't listen, then don't listen. I'm in a bad state now, so I can't control you anymore."

As she spoke, Tian Xiuhua sighed heavily, and two hot tears slid down her cheeks.

Lan Yujuan saw everything, but showed no intention of stepping forward.

In her heart, Tian Xiuhua, who has ended up in this situation, is neither pitiful nor tragic; it is all due to cause and effect.

"Juan'er, ever since you went back to your parents' home, I've regretted it, really!" Tian Xiuhua raised her head and stared at Lan Yujuan with a deep gaze.

"When you were here, our family lived a smooth and happy life, wasn't that wonderful!"

"It's all Mom's fault. She didn't treat you all equally, causing you brothers and sisters-in-law to fall out and ruining your lives! Cough cough!"

"Juan'er, Mom knows she was wrong, really!"

"Can you... forgive Mom?"

Lan Yujuan stood by the bed, calmly looking at the old woman on the bed who was almost at the end of her life, her tone unusually calm.

"cannot."

"The reason you regret it is because you are sick and there is no one willing to patiently take care of you at your bedside."

Even your own children will abandon you like straw.

"However, whether I forgive or not is no longer important."

"Anyway, we will never see each other again, not even in life or death."

Upon hearing this, Chen Tianxiuhua nearly choked on her breath. "Cough, cough! What, what did you say?"

Tian Xiuhua lay on the edge of the bed, coughing violently. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed tightly, her withered hands almost digging into the wood.

Before Lan Yujuan could answer, Liu Zhiyuan, who was carrying tea, saw this scene clearly.

Liu Zhiyuan immediately placed the tray on the table by the window, and then served the water to the bedside while complaining.

"Yujuan, how can you be so heartless?"

"They say even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. Mom's coughing like this, even if you hate me, you should at least pour her a glass of water and take care of her for Xiaoman's sake!"

As Liu Zhiyuan walked toward the bed, Lan Yujuan, holding her daughter's hand, quickly stepped aside and kept her distance by taking several steps back.

At the same time, he said in a cold tone, "If you have filial piety, then you should take good care of yourself."

"We've come back, we've said what needed to be said, and now we're leaving."

After saying that, she took her daughter's hand and turned to leave.

Not to mention this filthy room, she didn't want to stay in this house for even a second longer.

However, before she even reached the door, Liu Zhiyuan lost his temper, slammed the glass in his hand to the ground, and roared:

"stop!"

Lan Xiaoman screamed in fright and threw herself into her mother's arms, crying.

Lan Yujuan felt heartbroken and quickly squatted down to pick up the child and comfort him.

"Liu Zhiyuan, what exactly do you want to do?"

Liu Zhiyuan took two steps forward and accidentally kicked the glass on the ground, making a clanging sound.

The crisp sound instantly reminded him that the matter was not yet settled and he had to be patient.

The moment he lowered his head, the veins on Liu Zhiyuan's temples bulged, and his hands clenched into fists.

However, when she looked up again, her previous restrained demeanor had vanished, replaced by reluctance and vulnerability. Her face flushed, she whispered:

"Yujuan, I'm sorry!"

"I was too excited just now, I hope I didn't scare you?"

"If you want to leave, I won't stop you. I know I've done many wrong things in the past and I've let you and your child down, but it's too late to apologize now."

"But even if you're leaving, please have a cup of tea first!"

"After drinking this cup of tea, we'll go our separate ways, no more entanglement, and no more debts between us."

Lan Yujuan turned her head and looked at the tray on the table by the window, which contained several steaming cups of tea, clearly brewed with boiling water.

"Tea? Sorry, I'm not thirsty."

After saying that, she started to walk out of the room. Seeing that she was unyielding, Liu Zhiyuan picked up the tray and chased after her.

"No, you can't leave!"

"Lan Yujuan, if you don't drink this tea today, it means you still resent me. Hating me is loving me!"

"Since you still can't forget me, then I will absolutely not let go!"

"Unless you drink this cup of tea today, then we'll consider it a reconciliation."

Liu Zhiyuan chased after Lan Yujuan into the living room, put the tray of hot tea on the table, and turned to pull her away.

As a result, he ran into Chen Mo, who swung his long arm and knocked away Chen Mo's outstretched hand with a single blow.

Seeing that he was persistent, Lan Yujuan guessed that it couldn't be as simple as just having a cup of tea.

She turned to look at the teacup on the table and said with a cold smile:

"So, what exactly is soaking in the cup?"

"You're being so persistent and eager for me to drink it, I have reason to suspect you might have poisoned the tea!"