Chongfei Manual - Chapter 116.2

Chapter 116.2

Chapter: 116 . 2 out of 171

Wei Luo's luck wasn't very good . Just as she reached the entrance, it started raining when the weather had been perfectly good a few moments ago . The rain became heavier and heavier . Drop after drop successively landed on the ground in front of Wei Luo . Wei Luo's eyebrows twisted and she took a step back .

A thunderstorm had erupted outside of the inn . The cold wind mixed with raindrops blew onto Wei Luo . She lifted up a handkerchief to wipe her face . In a short moment, the entranceway was filled with water . Her bright and limpid eyes were overflowing with the reflection of water . Without waiting for Jin Lu, who was in the carriage across from her, to bring her an umbrella, Wei Luo lifted up her skirt, stepped into a puddle, and walked in the direction of the carriage .

Zhao Jie immediately took off his black cloak embroidered with golden thread and covered Wei Luo's head, then he pulled her back inside . "It's raining so heavily . There's no reason to leave right this second . It won't be too late if you wait for your servant girl to bring your umbrella over . I'm worried that you'll get sick from the chilly rain . "

A long time later, Wei Luo's voice came out from underneath the cloak, "I don't want to stay here . "

Zhao Jie held her hand, "This prince can send you back . "

Wei Luo wasn't married to Zhao Jie yet and it wasn't appropriate for him to do this . But, of the people here, who had the energy to care about this?

A moment later, Jin Lu came over while holding an opened oilpaper umbrella with a hibiscus pattern . Wei Luo walked underneath the umbrella with Zhao Jie's cloak draped over her shoulders .

“Sweetie!” A voice suddenly called out from behind them .

Wei Luo stopped walking, but she didn’t turn around .

Jiang Miao Lan arrived at the inn's entrance . Holding the doorframe, she looked at Wei Luo with an anxious expression .

Wei Luo turned her head and said to Jin Lu, "Let's go . When I came out, I didn't say anything to paternal grandmother . She'll worry if I don't go back to soon . "

Jin Lu nodded, lifted Wei Luo's skirt, "Miss, be careful while walking . "

The heavy rain poured down and smashed underfoot . A moment later, their shoes and socks were splashed wet, even their skirts became wet .

Wei Luo continued walking forward . She heard hurried footsteps behind her . Before she reached the carriage, Jiang Miao Lan arrived in front of her .

Wei Luo's eyes were calm as she motionlessly looked at Jiang Miao Lan . She didn't know why she had chased her over here . Wei Luo coldly asked, "Madam, were you calling me before?"

Jiang Miao Lan was stabbed by the indifference in Wei Luo's eyes . The falling rain fell down from the umbrella and formed a curtain around Wei Luo . Jiang Miao Lan had to take a step forward to clearly see Wei Luo's face . "Sweetie, I'm . . . "

Wei Luo tilted her head and interrupted her words, "I don't want to know . "

Jiang Miao Lan's stretched out hand stopped in mid-air . She felt helpless and embarrassed .

At this moment, Jiang Miao Lan realized that Wei Luo had already known . She had treated her so apathetically because she already knew . Raindrops fell into Jiang Miao Lan's eyes . The various emotions she had been feeling in her heart changed into mist that rushed up into her eyes . Crying, she asked, "Sweetie, do you hate me?"

If it weren’t raining so heavily, who knows how many people would have seen this scene? However, at this time, there were only a few people on the street and they passed by them in a hurry without pay any attention .

Wei Luo's expression didn't change . "Madam, you recognized the wrong person . I don’t know you . "

Then, Wei Luo didn't continue looking at her . She stepped onto the carriage pedal to enter the black-lacquered, flat-roof carriage .

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However, in the moment when Wei Luo bent over to enter the carriage, Jiao Miao Lan shouted while crying, "I'm your mother!"

Wei Luo finally stopped . She straightened, turned around, and looked at the soaked woman outside of the carriage . Wei Luo stared at her for such a long time that Jiang Miao Lan thought time had frozen . Occupying the higher ground, Wei Luo slowly asked, "What did you say?"

"Sweetie, I'm your mother . " Jiang Miao Lan repeated while she sobbing .

Wei Luo heard her words clearly and her mind also became more alert . Her voice was even colder than before as she said, "My mother died a long time ago . I don't have a mother . "

Jiang Miao Lan’s face became deathly pale .

"When I was a child, there was a time when I was very sick . When other children were sick, they all had a mother by their side to take care of them, but I only had servant girls and a governess . Chang Hong and daddy would also frequently come over to keep me company and coax me into drinking medicine . " Wei Luo's words seemed very nonsensical . She looked directly at Jiang Miao Lan's eyes as she said the following words, "From that time, I knew that I only had a father and young brother . I don’t have a mother . "

Jiang Miao Lan's body tilted and she almost fell down onto the ground .

This time, Wei Luo heartlessly entered the carriage and ordered the carriage driver, "Go back to Duke Ying's residence . "

The carriage drove away and quickly disappeared into the rain .

Fu Xing Yun walked forward, took off his outer robe, draped it over Jiang Miao Lan, and gathered it over her shoulders . "Your health isn't good to begin with . You'll get sick if you stay out here in the rain . "

Jiang Miao Lan's heart ached . There was nothing more painful and hopeless than being hated by your own daughter . Her face was full of tears . She kept repeating, "Sweetie hates me . She hates me . . . But, I miss her and Chang Hong so much . There hasn't been a single day when I wasn't missing them . "

Fu Xing Yin led her back to the inn, asked the waiter to bring a dry cloth, gently wiped the water from her face and hair, and comfortingly said, "You have to give her time to think things through . You haven't seen each other in several years . There's no need to rush into things right now . "

After two of them said these words, they noticed that Wei Kun and Zhao Jie hadn't left yet .

At some point, the inn's customers had left . They were the only four people left in the lobby . Zhao Jie was sitting at a square table . Without saying a word, he was turning the cup in his hand with an attitude of thinking things through .

In contrast, when Wei Kun heard the conversation between Jiang Miao Lan and Fu Xing Yun, there was a painful and complicated expression on his face . He stared at Jiang Miao Lan and asked, "Why is your health bad?"

Jiang Miao Lan finished wiping away the rainwater on her face and lowered her eyes . A long time later, she said, "I injured my body when I gave birth to sweetie and Chang Hong back then . I won't be able to have another child for the rest of my life . "