333: Chapter 131: A Blessing in Disguise 333: Chapter 131: A Blessing in Disguise “May I ask who you’re looking for?”
Seeing the mocking expression on Li Ya’s face, which overtly feigned ignorance, veins popped on Li Mumu’s forehead.
Having endured countless hardships to finally return home, only to be blocked by her own mother at the door, she truly felt like killing someone at that moment.
“Where’s my dad?”
“My husband isn’t home today, you see.
Ever since I got pregnant, he hasn’t come home much.
Maybe he found some vixen out there?”
“Since you’re pretending not to recognize me, might as well keep that act up.
When did I ever say my dad was your husband?”
She really wanted to strangle her!
Li Mumu clenched her teeth with a fuming rage, as the red string under her skirt danced angrily.
“You really shouldn’t have come back.”
Li Ya abruptly dropped the smile, speaking earnestly, “You should go into hiding for a while, just to lay low.”
“Lay low from what?”
“Trouble, and it’s big trouble.”
Li Ya looked into Li Mumu’s eyes and said in a low voice, “There’s an old saying, ‘A loss may turn out to be a gain.’ I didn’t stop Lingling for your own good.
You might not understand it now, but you still have a choice.”
“Go back right now and hide yourself, don’t let anyone find you.
Otherwise, you’ll end up on your original fate line, which is a very rough path, and by then, it will be too late for regrets.”
“So why exactly does Li Lingling want to harm me?”
Since Li Ya was speaking so candidly, Li Mumu simply asked what confused her the most.
What kind of grudge is this, for her to hate me to the extent that she would travel back in time to erase my very existence?
“This isn’t personal, dear.”
Li Ya shrugged and sighed, “You know that Western magic places great emphasis on ritual, and you can recite the stories in the Bible backward.
Although God created mankind, mankind was not God’s firstborn.”
“The firstborn of God were the angels, and the first angel was named Satan.”
“Satan, who took the form of a serpent, tempted Eve to eat the fruit of knowledge, resulting in the expulsion of mankind from Eden.”
“Huh?
I’m the firstborn?
I’m Satan?
Then what is she?”
Li Mumu understood Li Ya’s allegory, but now felt even more puzzled.
In the future she had seen, Li Lingling had joined the angels’ ranks from the moment she was born.
Following the Biblical narrative, had Eve not eaten the apple, she would not have been expelled from Eden.
And so, in a time when humans could travel back and change their fate, choosing to go back to kill Satan or prevent Eve from eating the apple would mean never leaving Eden.
The logic made sense.
But I just don’t get it!
Who have I offended to become Satan?
Have you even bothered to consult the big guy on the Yellowstone Throne?
Li Mumu stared coldly at Li Ya, gritting her teeth, “What exactly is Li Lingling, that you would protect her like this?”
“She has the potential to become a ‘High-Dimensional String’, and you don’t.”
Li Ya smiled faintly, “Mumu, you’ve studied String Theory and experienced the wash of the temporal tides.
So, let me ask you this, how do we, mere mortals—not just you but all of us—resist the wash of the temporal tides?”
“The answer is deep down you know it’s impossible.
We only live in the present.
Maybe one day in the future, your dad and I will be erased by some inexplicable temporal tide.”
“The only way I can think of is to let Lingling ascend to be a ‘High-Dimensional String’, so as her family, we can exist because of her existence.
Do you understand this principle?”
I understand jack squat!
Just because she’s smart enough to get into Tsinghua and Peking University, should I drop out, work, marry some sucker for a dowry of half a million to fund her tutoring classes?
Why on earth should I?
“Such family members are better off not having!”
Li Mumu stared coldly at Li Ya and said, “Give me my things, and from now on, we sever the mother-daughter relationship!
And remind Li Lingling after she is born that I’ve already noted this debt with her!”
Li Ya shook her head and dragged Li Mumu’s suitcase out from behind the door.
Bastard!
You had already packed up for me in advance, hadn’t you?
Having a mom who can foresee the future really sucks.
You can’t sneak watching TV or playing the computer without her knowing.
Let alone hiding books under the bed or sneaking out on dates with blondies…
“You’d better think this through.”
Li Ya stood by the door, arms folded, and said gently, “You’re mad at Mommy, and Mommy won’t blame you.
You’re always welcome back home.
But if you step out of this house today, you will return to your original destiny line, which I told you just now is extremely difficult.”
Li Mumu took the suitcase and glared at her fiercely.
“The ancients have said, ‘My fate is determined by me, not by the heavens!'”
“The ancients never said that.”
“Nezha said it.”
“In which book did he say that?”
“In the movies!”
…
She had stormed out in a fit of anger, but now that she had calmed down, a deep sense of weariness suddenly engulfed her.
Carrying the suitcase and stomping out of the house, Li Mumu only realized after walking two streets that she had no idea where to go.
“You should have listened to your mom.
She has your best interests at heart.”
The doll at her waist whispered.
“I’m in my rebellious phase now, I can’t stand to see her face!”
Li Mumu set down her suitcase, hands on her hips, growing more infuriated as she thought about it.
“I was almost killed by Li Lingling!
That I didn’t die is my own skill, it has nothing to do with whether she tried to kill me or not.
She doesn’t care about me at all, I don’t need a mother like that!”
“Maybe she has already seen your resurrection in the future and doesn’t think dying once is a big deal.
Just like she said at the beginning, sneaking out and laying low might not be such a bad thing.”
Hmm, you think this is like watching an American TV series’ second run?
The first season is a huge success, the second a letdown, and by the third, they just can’t come up with anything, so they resort to messily patching it together, with the protagonists and antagonists killing each other off and then coming back to life again and again.
Li Mumu faintly remembered a mob boss’s heartfelt complaint: “Damn Gotham Morgue can’t even keep a dead man locked up.”
“Have you ever thought about one thing?”
“What is it?”
“If, according to your mom’s standards, dying once is no big deal, then how difficult might that rough and tumble road she mentioned be for you?”
“Uh, that…”
Li Mumu suddenly felt anxious.
It shouldn’t be that bad…
right?
At that thought, she hurriedly opened the suitcase.
Sure enough, it was filled with her personal belongings, even including a change of clothes.
There was even a bowling ball…
sorry, I mean a crystal ball and some mysterious pills from the Special Service Bureau that Li Ya had given her last time.
The most important thing was that notebook!
The family mess weighed heavily on her, nearly causing her to forget the most important mission for coming back today—to establish an anchor point in the Real World.