Chapter 55 – 55 55 Vicious Daughter

Chapter 55: Chapter 55 Vicious Daughter Chapter 55: Chapter 55 Vicious Daughter Meng Wanhua gently agreed, feeling both bitter and warm inside.

What a wonderful child she was.

Perhaps she should write a will and reveal the secret of her birth.

No, that wouldn’t do.

It would cut off Lin Fangwei’s lifeline.

No matter how unbearable Lin Fangwei was, she was still her biological daughter.

Therefore, even if the will was written, she couldn’t let Meng Chuyue see it too soon.

But what should she do then?

Rent a safety deposit box at the bank, hand the key to her, and have the lawyer keep the code sealed in an envelope, only allowing her to open it after five years?

Meng Wanhua’s thoughts were in chaos, and she felt particularly tired, just about to go back to lie down on her bed when the doorbell rang.

She looked through the peephole and found Lin Fangwei outside.

Subconsciously, she wanted to pretend she wasn’t home.

Unfortunately, Meng Jingfen suddenly popped her head out from the second bedroom, “Mom, who is it?”
Meng Jingfen had gotten particularly smooth at calling “Mom.”
Her eagerness to ask today was out of hope that Lin Youdong would come.

Her job search had been very unsuccessful these days.

The jobs willing to hire her were either too tiring or paid too little.

Those with lighter work and higher pay didn’t consider her, saying her education was too low, and that it would be better if she had a high school diploma.

Unable to find a job, she thought of asking Lin Youdong for money.

This was Meng Chuyue’s suggestion; she wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t for her.

…

Under these circumstances, Meng Wanhua had no choice but to open the door and let Lin Fangwei in.

When Meng Jingfen saw only Lin Fangwei, she scoffed and went back to continue sleeping.

Not wanting Meng Jingfen to hear their conversation, Meng Wanhua pulled Lin Fangwei into the bedroom.

The fruits Meng Chuyue had brought back yesterday were hidden in the bottom compartment of the wardrobe, covered with a cloth bag.

Lin Fangwei wouldn’t find them.

Meng Wanhua thought this would keep the fruit safe, but as soon as Lin Fangwei entered the room, she went to the wardrobe, opened the door, and started rummaging through it.

After finding the bag of fruit, she said with a giggly smile, “I knew they were here.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t smell so nice here.

Haha.

Thanks, Mom.

I knew you’d buy them for me.

Mom, this really tastes good.

I can’t eat anything else these days, just relying on this to keep alive.

Mom, please buy more for me in the future, I’ll come over every two days to pick them up.”
She dared not tell Lin Fangwei that the Jimei Fruit Store sold this kind of fruit, fearing Meng Chuyue might discover Lin Fangwei’s illness.

She wanted to yell at Lin Fangwei, but looking at her sick, disfigured face, she couldn’t bring herself to say the harsh words.

Well, she’d indulge her for now.

At most, she would pay out of her own pocket for Chuyue to buy more and say they were for a sick friend.

She sighed and said, “I’ll call you when I buy them in the future.”
“Okay,” Lin Fangwei replied, smiling sweetly and appearing to have a profound mother-daughter bond with Meng Wanhua.

Meng Wanhua felt a deep pang in her heart: How hard and selfish must Lin Fangwei’s heart be to ignore her mother’s terminal illness and forget the mercilessness of that day?

Was Lin Fangwei’s character innate, taught by Zhao Sulan or a divine retribution for herself?

Overwhelmed with sadness, Meng Wanhua felt powerless and sat on the edge of the bed.

Lin Fangwei glanced at her, a flash of resentment in her eyes, then said cheerily, “I haven’t had breakfast yet.

I’ll go to the kitchen to see if there’s anything tasty.”
Her keen sense of smell had immediately detected the aroma of fruit from the wardrobe upon entering.

Of course, she also smelled the Bird’s nest, osmanthus cake, and red bean paste.

Osmanthus cake and red bean paste didn’t interest her, but Bird’s nest?

That was a possibility.

However, after sniffing around the entire house, she could only detect a strong smell of Bird’s nest in a stewing pot.

That meant the Bird’s nest was already eaten.

Resigning herself to the next best thing, she tried the osmanthus cake and red bean paste and found the flavors delightful.

She couldn’t help but cheer, and without asking Meng Wanhua, she naturally packed up all the red bean paste and osmanthus cake along with the bag of fruit and took them away.

Meng Wanhua watched silently, feeling as if her entire heart had sunk into an icy abyss.

Ah, she couldn’t blame anyone else; this was the disaster she had wrought herself.