The sweetest in the entertainment industry

Chapter 8 No If
“My grandparents had no idea that my mother had a severe hemorrhage when she gave birth to me. To save her life, she had her uterus removed and could never have another child. My mother agreed to send me back to her hometown for two reasons: first, so that I could be around my grandparents and make them feel important to her; and second, so that she could have more time alone with my father and prevent their relationship from deteriorating because of this incident.”

The bond between mother and daughter is probably not important to her.

Or rather, they are not as important as men.

Perhaps, because she lost the ability to have more children when she gave birth to her, her mother may still hate her.

For every child, gradually realizing that their mother does not love them is an extremely painful process.

Gu Lanxi didn't want to reveal too much about these things, but Lu Nanting could easily imagine them.

Today should have been an extremely exciting day for him, but upon hearing these words, his heart sank involuntarily.

I felt sorry for her and wanted to hold her in my arms to comfort her.

However, she didn't need it.

She used the act of unscrewing the bottle cap to naturally withdraw her hand.

"My mother is very beautiful and intelligent. Because my maternal grandfather's family was in business, she was very skilled in this area. Unfortunately, she is a hopeless romantic."

"Her efforts were very effective. That scumbag still liked and loved her, but in the end, he couldn't resist the desire to carry on the family line, so he chose to have both. The woman outside bore him children, and his wife at home was as beautiful as a flower. I suppose everyone who knew him was very envious of him."

A beautiful woman who doesn't have a period and can sleep whenever she wants, with whom he has a legally registered relationship, who is subservient to him and always ready to grant his every wish, and most importantly, who is very intelligent and can help him in his career—just imagine how amazing that would be.

Gu Lanxi spoke of her parents' past with sarcasm and bitterness, but she hadn't lost her mind; she talked about all sorts of nonsense in front of Lu Nanting.

"My grandparents knew they had a grandson long ago. In order to have more grandsons, they immediately chose to cooperate with my father to pretend to be sick. The two old people were both sick, and they were also taking care of me who couldn't walk yet. My mother had no choice but to come back to her hometown to take care of me and fulfill her filial duty to my father."

"But my mother isn't stupid. After realizing something was wrong, she immediately took the two of them to the best hospital. Whether they were sick or not, it was obvious at a glance."

"When my faking illness was exposed, my mother left me without hesitation and rushed back overnight, catching the sweet family of three red-handed."

Gu Lanxi overheard these things when she was older, listening to her grandmother talking on the phone.

Grandma had a red landline phone by her bedside, which was usually locked in a brown wooden box.

When it's locked, you can only pick up the microphone, but you can't find the buttons.

The long, coiled telephone cord could be easily pulled to the bed. When Grandma had nothing to do, she would often lean against the headboard and chat on the phone with her close friends.

While feeling sorry for the phone bill, they would chatter on and on, saying "hang up, hang up" at least eight times in ten minutes, and often an hour would pass before they were still talking.

When she was a child, she would run to the phone immediately whenever she heard it ring, no matter what she was doing.

She longed for her parents to call home, hoping they would talk to her if they were in a good mood.

At first, Grandma always thought she was still young and never hid her from the phone when talking to her, but she didn't know that she had been different from other children since she was a child.

Because she heard a lot of amazing things when she was a child, even though she no longer looked forward to her parents' phone calls and her grandmother wouldn't allow her to be present when she made phone calls, she would still try to eavesdrop.

But such clandestine matters are not suitable to be discussed openly.

“I was too young to tell her how she got through those years, so I could only guess from what others said. She and the mistress and her son must have had a fierce battle. When I was in second grade, I overheard my grandma crying on the phone with my dad. She said that the illegitimate child had mental problems and was threatening to jump off a building, and that the mistress had also miscarried her baby boy. My grandparents didn’t like me to begin with, and from then on, they treated me almost like an enemy. I knew it was displaced anger, but I could only passively endure it.”

At the age of seven or eight, she was always hungry, had no warm clothes to wear when it got cold, and no one would come to school to bring her an umbrella when it rained...

If you accidentally get sick, you can only suffer through it.

She either gets better on her own, or the teacher takes her to the hospital.

The teacher didn't dare tell her family about the medical expenses, otherwise she would be scolded by her grandmother, who said that she was spoiled by outsiders.

Later, none of the teachers dared to discipline her. Only her homeroom teacher, a round-faced, gentle-tempered recent graduate from a teacher's college, persisted in helping her, even though she would hide away and cry every time she was scolded, she never gave up. Those past experiences made her realize that losing her temper was pointless.

The only thing to do is face it.

Only victory is possible.

Only then did she have the opportunity to reconcile with herself.

“When I was twelve, the struggle reached its climax. Because the mistress was pregnant again, she started to pressure me. My father finally decided to divorce my mother, marry the mistress, and put that illegitimate child into the family genealogy.”

Gu Lanxi lowered her head, quickly unscrewed the water bottle, gulped down the rest of the water, then casually crumpled the plastic bottle into a ball, screwed on the cap, opened the car window, and accurately threw it into the trash can not far away.

The metal trash can was scorching hot from the sun. With a loud clang, it slammed into the window, followed by a wave of heat. Gu Lanxi's breathing became a little erratic, so she stopped talking.

In the sweltering summer heat, the sun was scorching, and the car's air conditioning was set low, but even with my mood, I still felt unbearably hot.

The conversation wasn't over, and neither of them seemed inclined to leave.

Southerners generally care about their clan, especially families like the Gu family, which have ancestral halls, clan rules, regular ancestral worship, and regular clan meetings, and whose branches and lineages are clearly organized.

It's easy to imagine how damaging it would be for the original wife to have her illegitimate child listed in the family genealogy.

Especially the original wife, who betrayed her parents and gave up her only child, which she had obtained at the cost of losing her fertility, for this man.

Even though she was extremely tired of the marriage, she still couldn't accept it calmly.

What follows will surely be the most intense retaliation.

Gu Lanxi's emotions were usually stable, and she rarely acted so irritably.

as predicted……

“My mother suddenly returned to her hometown. She looked extremely haggard, and I almost didn’t recognize her. That night, she came to my room and told me that she had just been diagnosed with breast cancer and asked me not to tell anyone. She also said that she might not be able to stay by my side for long. I said it was okay because you were never really here. To me, you were dispensable anyway.”

“I thought she would regret it, apologize to me, and say that she would treat me well in the future and love me properly. But she didn’t. She just sighed and said that she was relieved now. Then she patted my head and said to me, ‘Sleep, sleep, have a sweet dream.’”

Gu Lanxi's eyes reddened.

He lowered his head and stared at the shoes for a moment.

She blinked gently and looked up at Lu Nanting.

If she could do it all over again, she would never say such heartless things again.

It's a pity that there is no if in the world.

I try to be the first to grab a spot right after 8 a.m. every day, but I've never succeeded.

Often, within ten minutes or so, there are already several readers ahead of me.

This shows that there are still people who like this kind of thing.

Why are you all being so secretive? Come on, raise your hand so I can get to know you.

PS: I don't use it.

Stay wherever you feel comfortable.

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(End of this chapter)