vstars Chapter 161 Oh no, she'll have to dig the ground every day!
Chapter 161 Oh no, she'll have to dig the ground every day!
husband?
For a moment, Zhuang Xiaomeng thought she had misheard.
Her whole body stiffened, and she tried to open her eyes wide.
Only when large tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks did she finally see clearly that behind Zhao Yang stood a beautiful woman wearing the same style of pajamas as him, holding a small baby in her arms.
The baby looks only a few months old, but he's been raised to be chubby and healthy, with a blessed look on his face.
A pair of round eyes were staring at her curiously and intently.
Even though she hadn't done anything wrong, Zhuang Xiaomeng felt a prickling sensation, as if she'd been stung by a needle, and inexplicably felt embarrassed.
Zhao Yang took the baby from his wife's arms and, before she could ask, lowered his voice to explain, "I don't know what happened. They said they were community workers giving residents amulets that they got from Master Lin. As soon as I took them, the girl started crying for no reason."
"Master Lin?!" The woman was first delighted, then stunned. "The girl is crying?"
There was too much information to process, and she didn't know whether to ask her husband if he was having an affair behind her back, or to be overjoyed that her idol had come home—even a charm from her idol would do.
Seeing her conflicted expression, Zhao Yang said helplessly, "We grew up together and now we work at the same school. Don't you know best whether there are any other girls around me besides you?"
"As for this talisman, it must have been given by Master Lin. Look, the video call is still going on."
Knowing that his wife had recently become particularly infatuated with Lin Sui, he didn't just close the door and call the police—he knew the community worker, and she didn't look like that.
The woman's eyes lit up; she immediately wanted to talk to her idol.
But when she glanced at Zhuang Xiaomeng, whose face was streaked with tears and who looked very sad, she held back and asked, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"
She felt that the girl probably needed a quiet, independent space.
Her bathroom is quite nice.
Zhuang Xiaomeng stared blankly at the kindness in the woman's eyes, and then thought of the warm and loving family of three. A bitter feeling welled up in her heart, and she couldn't quite describe the sensation.
At this moment, she resembles a shameless mistress who dares to break up someone else's family and brazenly comes knocking on their door.
No, she wasn't even a mistress; it was just wishful thinking on her part.
This left Zhuang Xiaomeng, who had just learned that Zhao Yang in her past life had died because of her, feeling utterly devastated.
She couldn't tell which one was the dream.
But she said that she could accept the outcome, whether it was good or bad.
We have no choice but to accept it.
Zhuang Xiaomeng wiped her face hard and forced a smile, saying, "No need, we'll leave after delivering the talisman. Sorry for the inconvenience."
After saying that, she turned around and left without looking back.
Zhuang Sheng, whose mind was completely focused on her, hurriedly followed, so flustered that he forgot to turn off the video on his phone.
The woman, ultimately unwilling to miss what might be her only chance to get as close to her idol as possible, cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone and shouted, "Sui Bao, Sui Bao, I'm your mommy fan!"
"I love you, I love you like a mouse loves rice!"
"Fly bravely, baby, Mommy will always be with you!"
"What you gave me wasn't a talisman, it was love. I will definitely cherish it!"
Zhao Yang held the baby, his smile a mixture of helplessness and doting affection.
Outdoors, Lin Sui turned her phone volume up to the maximum.
Hearing these declarations of love explode like thunder, her hand trembled, and she almost dropped her phone.
It turns out that people really do dig their toes into the ground when they're feeling extremely awkward.
Lin Sui felt a chill run down his spine.
Tangxi, who was standing right next to her, seemed to have been suddenly opened the door to a new century, her eyes wide open.
She kept repeating the new title to herself, her eyes shining brighter with each repetition.
Suddenly, she grabbed Lin Sui's arm and called out in a clear voice, "Sui, Bao!"
Lin Sui: "..." Oh no, she'll have to dig at the ground every day.
[Haha, a fangirl has appeared, and she's even bringing "bad" Tangtang along! Even Master Lin is having a hard time keeping up.]
I just went downstairs for a drink of water and smelled something burning, but the stove wasn't on. I figured it was an electrical problem, so I turned off the power. I was thinking of calling 119 (the emergency number) before it caught fire. But then I looked around, and it seemed like nothing in our house was on. Could it be the neighbors? Oh crap! Then it suddenly dawned on me, and I realized how stupid I was. Oh, my dear, it's my heart that's burning for you! [shy]
[...Does nobody care about Zhuang Xiaomeng? She seems to be breaking down.]
If my lover from a past life marries someone else in this life, I would be heartbroken too.
At first, Zhuang Xiaomeng was able to maintain her composure, but gradually, she walked faster and faster.
Her vision blurred again, but she didn't bother to wipe it; she just kept rushing forward with her head down.
"enough!"
Just as she was about to rush into the road, Zhuang Sheng grabbed her.
Zhuang Xiaomeng was like a puppet on a string, letting him pull her along.
Tears streamed down her face, yet she stubbornly pursed her lips, remaining silent.
Zhuang Sheng felt a pang of pain in his heart and could no longer restrain himself, pulling her into his arms.
He put one arm around her back and the other on the back of her head, gently rubbing it.
Zhuang Xiaomeng buried her face in his shoulder, feeling his silent and gentle comfort, and finally couldn't help but grab the hem of his suit jacket and burst into tears.
Her crying seemed to drain all the tears from her past and present lives, until her voice became hoarse, and she slowly stopped crying.
Lin Sui seized the opportunity to speak: "Actually, you should have thought of this earlier. His house is so close to yours, only a ten-minute drive away, and you've been there several times, but you still haven't been able to find him."
"Because your fate was already exhausted in your previous life."
The brother and sister then realized that the video call on their phones was still connected.
Zhuang Xiaomeng felt very embarrassed. She had just boasted to Lin Sui that she would be fine, but now she was crying so miserably in front of her.
She took the tissue Zhuang Sheng handed her, blew her nose hard, then picked up her phone and asked in a hoarse voice, "But, but usually, people who had such a tragic past life can continue their relationship, right?"
She has read a lot of novels!
"Whether a past life's bond can be rekindled doesn't depend on how miserable you are," Lin Sui said frankly. "To continue a past life's bond, one thing is whether you are destined to be together in this life."
"If you dreamt of your past life and, despite the excellent geographical environment, you still couldn't meet or get to know him, it proves that you are destined to be strangers in this life."
“One more thing…” Lin Sui paused, then continued, “In the end, the past life is just a memory for this life. Only when both parties remember, accept and acknowledge that they are the person from the past life can this relationship continue and have a good outcome.”
"Otherwise, it will only be a tragic relationship, adding nothing but trouble."
Zhuang Xiaomeng's eyes were red and swollen, and she was still a little unwilling: "If we are not destined to be together, then why do you make me dream about him?"
If she hadn't dreamt about it, she wouldn't have had such a deep obsession, and she wouldn't have gone to search for Zhao Yang's part of the memory just to get an answer.
The thought of him being beaten to death for her medicine in her past life filled her with heartache and guilt.
Lin Sui thought about it carefully: "Perhaps, your bowl of Meng Po soup was diluted with too much water."
"Huh?" Zhuang Xiaomeng was stunned. "You, you're serious?"
"Of course." Lin Sui said seriously, "I heard that whether a person can drink the authentic Meng Po soup depends entirely on Meng Po's mood."
"When it comes to you, Meng Po will be in a particularly bad mood."
Zhuang Xiaomeng: "..."
Lin Sui: "In fact, many people's Meng Po soup has been diluted with a little water. For example, some people may feel that they have done this before, or when they go to an unfamiliar place, they feel that they have been there before. This is all because they drank inferior Meng Po soup."
Then she asked, "Will this make you feel any better?"
Zhuang Xiaomeng: "...Absolutely not."
Lin Sui didn't care and glanced indifferently at Zhuang Sheng, who had been guarding her side.
Lin Sui: "The past is the past, you should cherish the present."