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And... cake.

"Where's the cake..." Jiang Wanfeng murmured, seemingly unrelated to the question.

"Cake? Hey... I was just about to say something to you. How could you waste food? What's the point of having so many cakes on the table? You're not going to eat them, and some of them are already spoiled!"

Jiang's mother pinched her daughter's little face and gently tugged at it, "I think you've been spoiled by Lin Mo. Do you remember how you used to leave half a bowl of rice uneaten every time you ate, and Lin Mo would always eat it for you? Aren't you ashamed, a girl like you!"

"Did Mom eat it?" Jiang Wanfeng was questioned, but she didn't argue. She just stared at the two empty little plates on the table.

"Would it be a waste if I didn't give you some?! You brat! Mom took a long leave of absence and will stay home with you every day from now on. You're about to take the college entrance exam anyway, and your teachers keep calling me, saying you're not focused on your studies..."

Jiang Wanfeng lowered her gaze slightly, but then seemed to remember something.

The mother said "I'll stay with you," not "I'll stay with you all," and she didn't ask where Lin Mo had gone... So, did she already know about Lin Mo...?

"Hurry up and wash up and go to bed. Lin Mo complained to me that you go to bed very late every day, and sometimes I can hear your voice in the middle of the night... What are you making that's so noisy that you can wake him up in the middle of the night?"

Jiang's mother tidied up the cakes on the table. "These little cakes are quite delicious, but a bit too sweet. I couldn't finish them all, so Lin Mo ate the rest. You can put the ones you bought today in the refrigerator and have them for breakfast tomorrow."

Upon hearing her mother's words, Jiang Wanfeng's body went limp, and she almost collapsed, but instead fell right into her mother's arms.

"Hey! What are you doing, kid...?"

"Mom, Lin Mo, where's Lin Mo? Did you see him? Did he come back to see me?"

Tears streamed down the girl's cheeks almost instantly. Seeing this, Aunt Jiang softened her tone and gently stroked her trembling back.

"Don't cry, don't cry..."

"When I came back, I saw that kid at home, busy in the kitchen. I was wondering why he wasn't in school, and then he said he had applied to his teacher to study on his own, and he made a fridge full of delicious food for me, and then he left."

“I have no reason to interfere with him anymore. Lin Mo is an adult, right? Do you think he owes us anything? He has taken good care of you these past few years. Your parents haven’t had much time to look after you. You’ve been with him since you were little. He doesn’t owe us anything. We’ll have to separate eventually. Don’t blame me for not leaving him to you… I even wanted to give him some money, but he refused.”

"Wanfeng, talk to your mother and tell her what happened between you two."

Jiang Wanfeng sobbed, opening her mouth several times but unable to speak, and finally just cried in her mother's arms for a long time.

She cried until she started coughing and gagging, then struggled to leave her mother's embrace, staggering as she threw her clothes down as she walked, dragging herself into the bathroom.

Aunt Jiang followed behind her, picking up her dirty clothes one by one, without saying a word.

Sometimes adults find it hard to understand their children's thoughts, just like how she couldn't correct Jiang Wanfeng's terrible personality before. She could only let her peers, like Lin Mo, interact with her, and it took many years for her to slowly change.

As a mother, she could only remain silent, giving her daughter maximum privacy. The hug she had just given was probably a comforting gesture when her daughter needed it. Now, Jiang Wanfeng clearly didn't want simple comfort anymore, perhaps because she knew her mother couldn't do much either...

After putting the clothes in the washing machine, Jiang's mother noticed Lin Mo's bed sheets and duvet cover hanging on the balcony, already dry. Just as she was about to take them down, she heard Jiang Wanfeng scream from the bathroom.

"Do not move!"

"Okay, okay, Mom won't move."

"Then Mom will cook you a bowl of white fungus soup. You have to drink it later, okay?"

"I won't drink." Jiang Wanfeng's rebellious voice came from the bathroom.

Aunt Jiang sighed, "Lin Mo made it for you."

"Click." The bathroom door suddenly opened, and the girl, simply wrapped in a bath towel, her naked body shivering from the cold, was about to come out.

"No, I want to drink it now..."

"Hey! You child! It's not done yet. It needs to cook a little longer. Drink it after you take a bath; it will taste even better that way."

"Oh."

Jiang Wanfeng closed the door, but she could clearly hear that the noise from the bathroom had increased significantly; she knew immediately that Jiang Wanfeng was speeding up her washing up.

"Don't rush, wash yourself properly!" Aunt Jiang called out from outside the door, but the only response was the sound of water splashing like firecrackers coming from the bathroom.

With a sigh, Jiang's mother turned to look at her daughter's room. She was stunned when she opened the door; the room was a complete mess, even covered in dust, and looked nothing like someone had lived there...

I glanced at Lin Mo's room again. It was always half-open, and the inside was neat and tidy, clearly showing signs of being lived in.

Jiang's mother was both amused and exasperated that her daughter had moved into a boy's room. Although she had noticed her daughter's unusual behavior a while ago, she knew that with her daughter's personality, it would be difficult for her to have a serious relationship. Lin Mo had watched her grow up and was therefore at ease, so she hadn't interfered much...

It seems like she's spoiled the two of them by letting them grow up so freely; the child doesn't even love her anymore, but instead loves a boy.

Now that the boy is gone, who knows what happened to him? Usually, it's Jiang Wanfeng throwing a tantrum, so maybe it's because her daughter got upset and left. But if she's upset, why would she come back to take care of her...?

My daughter is a quiet, reserved girl. She's never told her parents anything since she was little, and she gets angry if you ask her anything. Only Lin Mo knows what she wants... Thinking about it, I really did find a nanny for my daughter.

A short while later, Jiang Wanfeng came out with wet hair, and looked like she was about to rush into the kitchen.

"Hey, dry your hair first, then Mom will serve you some soup."

"Lin Mo will help me dry it," Jiang Wanfeng said stubbornly. "I don't want to dry it myself; I want to wait for him to come back and help me..."

It seems that Lin Mo's return and the time she spent crying in her mother's arms have greatly improved the girl's distorted mentality. Although her words are still nonsensical, she is no longer as lifeless as she has been these past few days.

"You've spoiled her rotten!" Jiang's mother glared at her, annoyed. If Lin Mo were here, he would suddenly realize that Jiang Wanfeng's eye-rolling and glaring expression was learned from her mother—a moment of genetic charm.

That's what she said, but in order not to spill water into the soup while drinking it and contaminate the soup that Lin Mo had made for her, the girl still obediently started drying her hair.

After drying, although he was very eager to drink the soup, he still used a spoon to carefully sip it in front of the girl. He only took a small bite of the white fungus and then put it back into the soup.

"How long are you going to keep drinking like this? Hurry up and finish your drink and go to sleep."

"Then I won't drink it. Mom, please freeze it for me. I want to drink it tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after that."

"Can we still drink it?" Jiang's mother was speechless.

"You can eat it once it's frozen into ice cubes."

"..."

"Hurry up and drink it, really. If you still want more, I'll call Lin Mo over to cook it for you, okay?"

Jiang Wanfeng was taken aback.

"What do you call him?" Jiang Wanfeng suddenly became sad again, as if she had been stressed, and said aggrievedly, "I called him so many times, but he ignored me... Why..."

Suddenly, the girl showed signs of turning into a crybaby again, so Aunt Jiang quickly said:

"Mom just got his new phone number. Here, have some soup. Sigh... you can even cry over a bowl of soup..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Wanfeng tilted her head back to wipe away her tears, trying not to let them drip into her bowl. She then lowered her head to drink a few sips of soup, only to start crying again. This cycle repeated, with her head tilted back to cry for a while, then lowering her head to drink the soup...

After finishing the drink, her tears stopped flowing. She opened the refrigerator and stared blankly, counting how long the desserts Lin Moxin had left for her would last. She kept a day or two to eat fresh, and then put the rest into the freezer.

Watching this, Jiang's mother felt a pang of heartache, but when she thought back to her daughter's past—how she used to be so unreasonable, how her tantrums could turn the whole house upside down—it seemed as if these were things her daughter was destined to experience...

"Alright, alright, go to sleep now."

"No, I still need to practice my cooking skills." Jiang Wanfeng went back into the kitchen on her own.

"Hey... what kind of cooking skills are you practicing? You've never lifted a finger in the kitchen, and you'll cut your hand off while chopping a potato. Go to sleep now, or Mom will get angry!"

"I know how now, he'll see my progress when he gets back." Jiang Wanfeng refused to believe it. "Tell him to come tomorrow, okay? If tomorrow isn't possible, then the day after, and if the day after that isn't possible, then the day after that..."

"I really miss him."

Clutching the apron in the kitchen, the girl uttered those words, and the last bit of stubbornness she had shown in front of her family seemed to vanish with those words.

Yes, she really misses him.

If she could, she would never have yelled at him or told him to get out that night.

He clearly still has feelings for her. He's come back; he must be reluctant to let her go. He must have seen her sincerity, and he must have seen how much she misses him and loves him every day...

She didn't know what Hu Yu'en had done. They'd argued so many times, and she always felt something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it... She just felt so angry, so incredibly angry...

Looking back now, Hu Yu'en was also in a bad mood. It must be because her relationship with Lin Mo was not good, and Lin Mo wanted to dump her, so he had no choice but to come back and continue to pamper her...

She didn't mind anymore; she didn't care what her best friend did to her... As long as Lin Mo came back, she wouldn't blame him anymore...

"Go to sleep. Mom won't help you contact him. Don't bother," Jiang's mother said, vaguely feeling that she couldn't let her daughter continue to be willful.

Jiang Wanfeng suddenly looked at her mother.

"Why?!"

"Look at yourself now, how can you let anyone see you like this?" Aunt Jiang sighed again, coming over to rub her daughter's head.

"Silly child, the way you act so crazy towards someone will scare away even the person who likes you the most."

"Mom...but, but I really love him so much! What did I do wrong...and he told me that he's fallen for another girl and he doesn't want me anymore!"

"Even if I don't want you anymore, I'll come back and cook for you?" Aunt Jiang took the crumpled apron from the girl's hand, and led her to Lin Mo's bedroom.

"Think carefully about why they don't want to see you. Although Mom loves you, Lin Mo is also someone I watched grow up, and she's my precious daughter. I can't let you disrupt their lives, do you understand?"

"Go to sleep. Look at you, aren't you ashamed to be staying in someone else's house? What will he think when he comes back and sees this?"

“Young people only think about themselves. Wanfeng, you should think about what he really wants. Don’t force him. If you really like that kid, you should think about what’s best for him.”

"If he falls for someone else, you shouldn't bother him. You're still studying, so don't hold him back or waste your own time, okay?"

"Go to sleep." Jiang's mother commanded, displaying both maternal authority and love. "The teacher said you're late every day. Tomorrow, I'll wake you up, and if you don't get up, I'll spank your bottom."

The girl, in a daze, entered the room.

She didn't know how the lights went out; it seemed like she suddenly went limp, lost her balance, leaned against the wall, touched the button, and then her world went completely dark.

She had no choice but to walk slowly along the wall, gradually approaching his bed.

She could clearly smell his scent, and only then did she feel a little safe. She skillfully wrapped herself in his blanket and buried her head in his pillow.

These past few days, she's been using unscented shower gel and shampoo, just in case her own scent would overpower his.

But after careful examination, it was discovered that what was supposed to be his scent was just the smell of the shower gel he used to use.

Love can make people lose their minds, making them believe that the scent they smell on their partner is a result of their hormones and genes.

Jiang Wanfeng is prone to being willful. For the past few weeks, whether she's been picking up trash, clashing with teachers, arguing with Hu Yu'en, or refusing to communicate with others, it's all been her willful behavior.

Lin Mo's departure was also due to his own willfulness; it seems that this was the only time in all this time he'd been willful towards her...

She couldn't accept it.

So, what exactly is the best thing for him to do, as his mother said...?

What exactly does he want...?

Should we... give him to someone else?

The absurd thought popped into Jiang Wanfeng's mind and quickly became impossible to shake off...

...

In a budget apartment building,

"Yu'en, have you asked your dad about it? That money..."

"Mom, you're back!" Hu Yu'en gave her mother a hug after a busy day. The two had sold their old house to pay off debts and were now renting a small apartment, which had greatly improved their relationship.

"I asked, and it wasn't him who helped us pay off our debts..."

"Who is that...? That's hundreds of thousands...I left a phone number but can't get through, really...Yu'en, if a stranger comes looking for you, don't open the door or answer any unfamiliar calls. We don't know what their purpose is..."

"Okay... I understand." Hu Yu'en smiled. "Then I'll go back to my room to study."

"Yes, go to bed early. You're already very good. There's no need for you to stay up late to study anything," his mother sighed.

Hu Yu'en held back her tears, waiting for her mother's praise for a very, very long time.

This scene seems, it seems, to be arranged by that person; everything is so coincidental.

Could it be him...?

Chapter 174 I'm willing to be the other woman

As the short night came to an end, the senior high school students had to drag their tired bodies and tense minds back to school.

Most people travel light because their study materials are usually in the classroom.

Having enjoyed her most restful sleep in weeks, Hu Yu'en dragged her heavy suitcase around the teaching building and headed towards the dormitory.

The girl hadn't regained her usual radiance, but she had cultivated a certain bright and cheerful air about her, which refreshed the students early in the morning.

Suddenly, they had the courage to face the hellish academic pressure, if their hard work would lead to seeing a girl like that in the future...

Of course, the girl usually only remains in their memories, becoming an indelible light.

In the future, when I see someone similar to her on my phone, I can't help but feel a sense of loss, click a little heart, and reminisce about the past.

Hu Yu'en walked down to the dormitory building. There was still a notice about the Qingming Festival holiday posted at the bottom of the building, but usually such notices would have the slogan "(except for senior high school students)", as if senior high school students were the first lesson on the road to becoming a slave.