Chapter 299: Chapter 296: What Does a Slap Count For, What Does Kneeling Down Count For?
"Aunt Fu, I think these soups are all quite good. They’re perfect for conditioning Nuannuan’s health." Li Qiu slowly savored the soup, and when she heard the door, thinking Aunt Fu had returned, she smiled without turning her head, "Come over and try them, see which one is better. Next time I’ll choose that one for Wen Nuan to try."
"Ah, sorry, I... I entered the wrong room!"
Ji Wei looked at Li Qiu’s back and smiled apologetically, "Sorry for disturbing your meal, my apologies!" she said as she stood at the door, but didn’t hurry to leave.
Seeing Li Qiu turn around in surprise, her face suddenly turned pale as if all the blood had drained out, her fingers trembled, accidentally closing the opened door, and her eyes welled up with red.
"Li... Aunt Li?!"
She called softly, with a mix of bitterness and joy, leaning her back against the door, eyes wide open staring at Li Qiu, tears welling from within. Her tone was full of disbelief, "How could it be you?"
"Ji Wei? Are you Ji Wei?" Li Qiu was clearly taken aback, as if her entire body turned cold, her good mood was thoroughly ruined as if splashed with a bucket of ice. She shook with anger, barely able to stand by holding the table, and coldly glared at her, "Get out!"
She hated seeing this woman!
If it weren’t for her, her son wouldn’t have suffered for so long. Three years, he turned from being faithful to a promiscuous playboy, she lived in constant fear that her once good son would be lost forever. All this was because of this woman’s doing!
Her personality had always been aloof, but she couldn’t bear to see her son lose his love, so she had gone to find Ji Wei, trying to understand why she left Yan.
And the result?
Ha!
She still remembered vividly, this woman looking at her with disdain in her eyes, saying that what she felt for her son was not love! She said she would have better options, and that choice wasn’t Leng Yan! She said Leng Yan was just a psychological comfort during her loneliness.
Seeing Ji Wei, all the past humiliation rushed back into her heart, causing Li Qiu’s fingers and lips to tremble.
Back then, upon learning that Ji Wei’s mother had passed away early, she had always treated Ji Wei like her own daughter.
She loved this sweet and well-behaved girl, often praising Ji Wei in front of neighbors, but it was this very girl who heartlessly abandoned her son back then.
It turned out that Ji Wei, whom she had always treated as her own daughter, was a thankless wretch! And now, this ingrate actually stood in front of her, still calling her "Aunt" and crying as if deeply wronged.
"Aunt Li, I know you hate me. I’ve never had the courage to explain what happened back then, never dared to come see you. But since we met today, could you please listen to me about what happened three years ago?" Ji Wei pleaded, inching toward Li Qiu. Each step was difficult, tears flowed from her eyes, looking painfully pitiful.
Li Qiu sneered, "Three years ago? A misunderstanding? Ha!"
She looked at Ji Wei, a mocking smile on her lips, "Ji Wei, the biggest misunderstanding is my son thought you loved him! That’s why he was tormented by you like that! Ji Wei, I don’t want to talk about the past anymore. Stay away from Yan in the future!"
"It’s not like that, Aunt Li, please listen to my explanation, alright? I’ve always loved Yan, I’ve never changed." Ji Wei stepped forward, trying to grab Li Qiu’s hand. But Li Qiu, hearing this, only grew more furious. She glared fiercely at Ji Wei’s tear-streaked face, her anger boiling over, and suddenly raised her hand.
A clear slap rang out, and a distinct five-finger mark appeared on Ji Wei’s face!
"Love? Ji Wei, do you think you’re worthy to speak of this word?"
Looking at Ji Wei’s swollen face from the slap, Li Qiu’s lips quivered with anger, her eyes burning intensely like two flames, "If you loved him, how could you be so heartless back then? Why didn’t you say you loved him when you abandoned him?"
The burning sensation felt as if half her face was on fire, tears flowed uncontrollably from Ji Wei’s eyes.
This slap instinctively reminded her of Wen Nuan’s slap on the car, equally powerful. But she wasn’t surprised by that slap, she had prepared herself for it. Moreover, the heavier Wen Nuan’s slap, the angrier she was about the car incident, which was why at that time, Ji Wei’s mood could even be described as joyful.