Reborn as a Weak Beauty Pampered by All

Chapter 431: Chapter 431: Do you think he has feelings for me?

Luo Yanqing asked two consecutive questions, leaving Wang Guilan unsure how to respond.

"If you don’t want to be sent to the Gobi Desert for indefinite reformation, leave the police station and go back the way you came as soon as you get out. It would be best if you also forgot that I exist," Luo Yanqing said, pausing for a moment before continuing, "When you’re old and can no longer move, I will fulfill my legal duty to support you, provided that I don’t have to see you again. When the time comes, I’ll send the money as a final settlement for you giving birth to me!"

"Yanqing..."

Wang Guilan’s face was streaming with tears. "You hate your mother, don’t you?"

Luo Yanqing remained silent.

Wang Guilan laughed, but her laugh was even uglier than her crying. "Yes, you should hate me. Even your father probably wishes he could tear me apart... I’m not a good woman, nor am I a good mother. I’ve wronged you..."

Without continuing the conversation, Luo Yanqing asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

"We’ll go back. I’ll take them back right now. Don’t worry, I won’t go looking for you in that compound again!" Wiping the tears from her face, Wang Guilan called her two sons to stand up and asked Luo Yanqing, "Can we leave now?"

Luo Yanqing gave a "hmm" in affirmation.

As they left the police station, Luo Yanqing pursed his lips and pulled out three Great Reunion banknotes from his pocket. "Take this to buy tickets and some food."

North City is about sixty kilometers from Langcheng. One can get there by bus, or, of course, by train.

Giving the money was not a sign that Luo Yanqing had softened; no matter what, Wang Guilan was his mother. Even if she had made her decisions harshly in the past, it did not cut the ties of blood between Luo Yanqing and her, nor could it deny their mother-son relationship. noveldrama

Thus, Luo Yanqing naturally wouldn’t stand by and watch her be sent for reformation.

However, everyone has their limits. Since he had said all that needed to be said, if she didn’t take his words to heart and reverted to her old ways someday, she wouldn’t be so fortunate again.

Getting into a jeep, Luo Yanqing didn’t even glance outside the window and simply ordered the driver to go. Shortly after, the vehicle was already far away.

"Mom... are we just going back like this?"

Meng Xingwang stared at the three Great Reunion banknotes in his mother’s hand, his mind racing with thoughts. He said, "That one clearly has means. Why would he give us only this little money?"

He really wanted to get married, to have a wife like the other men in the village his age, to warm the bed at night, and to hold a big fat baby boy after a year. But with his family’s situation, relying on his own work points to bring a wife home, he wouldn’t be able to marry next year or even the year after.

"So what? Would you rather be sent off to the so-called Gobi Desert reformation?"

Wang Guilan glared at her second son and called for Third brother Meng Xingping to support her as they walked toward the train station. "Taking the train is cheaper. We’ll go back the same way we came and buy train tickets to Langcheng."

"Mom, it’s going to be dark by the time we get to Langcheng. Are we going to stay at a hotel then?"

Meng Xingping asked.

"Stay at what hotel? We’ll just make do for the night on the long benches in the train station lobby once we get off the train." Wang Guilan muttered, "We shouldn’t have made this trip at all. Otherwise, you two wouldn’t have been beaten by a lady without a chance to fight back."

"The wife that Big Brother Luo married is like a Fairy Girl, though she seems a bit fierce!"

Meng Xingping babbled, "Mom, have you really decided not to ever go to Big Brother Luo’s house again?"

Wang Guilan: "Do you see him having any affection for me?" He looked at her as if she were a stranger, and that man was her son. Plus, he had made himself quite clear, what else could she do?

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