boyutpedia Chapter 471 Lover
Chapter 471 Lover
Lu Yao's voice was as light as a wisp of smoke, yet it was eerily clear in the deathly silent room.
The moonlight shone on her pale face, and a smile that seemed almost like relief appeared on her lips.
Slender fingers traced her neck, where faint red marks still lingered, and her fingertips lingered on her throat, as if measuring the depth of life.
“You gave me this life.” She suddenly raised her hand and pulled off her hair tie, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, covering half of her face with tears.
His right hand unconsciously rubbed the pale veins on the inside of his wrist, leaving white marks on his fingernails. "When I was fifteen, I had pneumonia, and you carried me three miles to the hospital..."
His voice suddenly choked, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times. "If you want me dead now, I won't hesitate."
Ruan Yuehua said, "How could you say such a thing? How can you face me? How can you face your dead father?"
Lu Yao's voice was light and airy, yet it carried an almost cold calmness.
She raised her hand to tuck her messy hair behind her ear, revealing the still-fading, ambiguous red mark on the side of her neck, which looked particularly striking in the moonlight.
Her fingertips unconsciously traced the lace hem of her nightgown, a mocking smile playing on her lips that seemed out of place with her age.
"These days, who cares about that?" Her clear voice boomed in the room. "Amei in my class had an abortion, and she's fine now—"
"Snapped!"
When Ruan Yuehua's slap came flying with a whooshing sound, Lu Yao turned her head to dodge, but was still grazed on the cheekbone by her fingernails.
The burning pain made her laugh out loud, licking the blood from the corner of her mouth with her tongue: "Good job, want to try again?"
She suddenly grabbed her mother's trembling wrist, pressing that rough hand against her own chest. "Can you feel it? It's been rotting here for ages!"
Ruan Yuehua said with a sorrowful expression, "You, but you're still in school, and there's an age difference between you..."
Lu Yao interrupted her, saying, "Brother Jian is only six years older than me. If I remember correctly, my dad is about eight years older than you, right?"
When Ruan Yuehua heard her daughter mention her husband, she became somewhat embarrassed and angry: "That's different!"
"What's the difference? It's like the magistrate is allowed to set fires while the common people are forbidden to light lamps?" Lu Yao said indifferently.
Ruan Yuehua said, "In short, I won't allow this. You and that guy surnamed Li should break up as soon as possible. Judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem like he'll seriously marry you."
Lu Yao bit her lip and said, "What does it matter whether you marry me or not? My dad married you, and you were still a widow. The gambling king has four wives, and he still lives a very prosperous life."
I've made up my mind. I'm going to be Jian Ge's mistress. I'm going to make him never forget me for the rest of his life.
Ruan Yuehua seemed to have been struck at a vital point, and sighed softly, "Yaoyao, listen to your mother. I won't hurt you. Break up with that guy surnamed Li. Focus on your studies, find a stable job, and have a proper relationship. I won't object."
Lu Yao felt a sense of warmth from her mother's words.
Lu Yao's body suddenly stiffened, and the stubbornness in her eyes receded like the tide, replaced by a hazy, wet look.
She trembled slightly, like a wounded little animal, finally letting down all her guard.
Ruan Yuehua's scent lingered in my nostrils—the familiar smell of laundry detergent mixed with a faint scent of ointment—the ointment my mother used to apply to her hands after years of hard work.
Lu Yao rested her forehead on her mother's shoulder, tears silently soaking through the faded cotton pajamas.
She felt her mother's hand gently stroking the back of her head, the rough palm caressing her hair, the movement so tender it was as if she were afraid of breaking her. Ruan Yuehua's chest rose and fell slightly, her breathing heavy and restrained, as if she were trying her best to suppress some emotion.
"Mom..." Lu Yao finally choked out, her voice so low it was almost inaudible.
Her fingers gripped her mother's clothes tightly, as if she were grasping at the last straw.
Ruan Yuehua didn't say anything, but tightened her arms and hugged her even tighter.
A scalding tear fell onto Lu Yao's hair, making her heart tremble.
Outside the window, the mountain winds still raged, but at this moment, she could only hear her mother's heartbeat—steady and strong, like a lighthouse that would never fall.
"Mom, you don't understand. I really like Jian Ge, and Jian Ge is really willing to treat me well."
Ruan Yuehua held her daughter's body, her heart filled with both sorrow and pain.
She hated herself, hated her dead husband, and hated the person who ran over her husband.
If it weren't for that person, her husband would still be alive, and her family wouldn't be in this situation.
My daughter will grow up healthy and strong.
Lu Yao's sobs gradually subsided, and she slowly straightened up from Ruan Yuehua's embrace, with tiny teardrops still clinging to her eyelashes.
She bent down and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her pajamas, then pulled out the jade necklace from a hidden pocket close to her body—the emerald pendant gleamed softly in her palm, like a deep pool illuminated by moonlight.
The necklace still carried her body heat, and the silver chain made a soft sound as it flowed between her fingers.
"Mom, this is a gift from Jian Ge, 80 yuan."
When Ruan Yuehua saw the necklace, she was stunned for a moment, and when she heard the figure of 80, she was even more shocked.
“Eight... eight hundred thousand?” she repeated mechanically, her voice cracking at the end.
His rough fingers suddenly curled up as if in a spasm, his nails scraping against the jade surface with a harsh sound.
This amount is equivalent to her savings from twenty years of hard work, the medical expenses that she could never save enough for, and four times the compensation she received for her husband's traffic accident.
"What does he do? Why would he give you something so valuable?" Faced with money, Ruan Yuehua's aura softened slightly.
Lu Yao then recounted how Li Jian had taken her shopping at Central Plaza.
"Mom, look, Jian is really willing to spend money on me. He said that if I don't want to live at home, he can buy me a house near the school, and the house will be in my name."
Mom, when you married Dad, what gifts did Dad buy you?
He just kept clinging to his ancestral property and wouldn't sell it, and in the end, he was run over and killed by someone.
I remember you told me that my father was deliberately killed because he refused to sell the land, and the village still hasn't gotten any answers to that.
If Brother Jian is willing to help, maybe we can find out the cause of my father's death.
Upon hearing this, Ruan Yuehua hesitated and asked, "Yaoyao, what is this guy surnamed Li's background, and what does he do? He's so young, not much older than you, where did he get so much money?"
Lu Yao shook her head and said, "I don't know either, but don't worry, he has a legitimate job. As for the source of his money, he didn't say, and I didn't ask."
Lu Yao remembered Li Jian's instructions and did not tell her mother that Li Jian was a policeman.
Ruan Yuehua said, "But you can't be his mistress forever. When you get old and not pretty anymore, won't you just kick him to the curb?"