Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 243 - 237 I Miss You! (29)

’So you’re a pervert who likes incest...’

’The title of future matriarch of the Ji Family was within my grasp, why should I give it up to be with you?’

Ji Anning, what on earth did you tell him?

’Our relationship makes me sick. Don’t bother me again, or I’d rather die.’

Soft sobs, unheeded, tears rolling down, soaking the pillowcase.

Clutching her cellphone, typing out text after text, yet halting at the final step each time. She had been so callous, so hurtful, now why should she be allowed to say she regrets it and just regret it?

Why should she get to discard when she says to discard, to want when she says to want?

The words "I miss you" frozen on the screen.

The words "I love you," have they passed their most beautiful moment?

Tears on her face dried and caked, tear tracks set in until the next afternoon when her mother called her for lunch.

Seated on the edge of the bed, Anning vigorously rubbed her swollen eyes, spiritless. It took a while before she could stand and shuffle out of the room with dragging feet.

Her mother had prepared a table full of dishes, with fish and meat, quite lavish, all the delicacies they seldom had in her childhood.

Anning gazed at her mother’s bustling figure, her slender back visibly stooped. She felt a sourness in her heart and couldn’t help but quickly walk over and take the bowl and chopsticks from her, "Mom, let me help you."

All these years, her mother had been nursing her sick father with her frail body, enduring unimaginable hardships and sufferings. Anning may not have fully experienced it, but she could imagine.

Her mother, reluctant to let her do the work, snatched the bowl back, "You go wash up. The soup will be just right when you’re done."

As she said this, she pushed Anning toward the bathroom.

At the bathroom door, halfway pushed by her mother, Anning was about to enter when she suddenly remembered her father and turned back to ask, "How is dad doing?"

Her mother nodded with a smile, "Much better today, not confused. He even asked when you were coming."

You could tell her mother wasn’t lying; her happiness wasn’t feigned. Anning breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, her mother remembered something, "Oh, there’s a singing event at the nursing home tonight. Do you want to join?"

"A singing event?" Anning found that novel.

A singing event at a nursing home?

"They have it once a month," her mother explained, "It will be crowded with many people, usually children accompanying their elderly parents. You should go too."

Anning understood; it was an opportunity for those too busy to care for their parents regularly to spend time with the elderly.

Thinking about it, she asked her mother, "Will dad be going too?"

"Mhm," her mother nodded, smiling happily again, "He usually doesn’t want to go, but today he wants to."

Upon hearing this, Anning also smiled brightly and nodded in agreement, "Okay."

"Go wash up and eat. You can sleep a bit more afterward. Look at your eyes, all swollen. Have you been crying, or did you not sleep well?"

That’s when her mother noticed Anning’s swollen eyes and stared at them.

Anning quickly looked down, "I didn’t sleep well."

She replied and then went into the bathroom.

...

The day’s weather was not as good as yesterday’s, overcast, as if it were going to rain, yet the forecast did not predict rain for today.

Anning hesitated but decided she wouldn’t need an umbrella.

Her mother had said the singing event was from six to eight in the evening, two hours.

Not wanting to take an illegal taxi, she had to walk nearly two stations to take a bus.