After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

"Hello, Uncle," Er Ya greeted him coldly and distantly.

Fu Gui laughed, his eyes disappearing completely, as if he were looking at Er Ya with his eyes closed, and asked, "Your mother has four children, which one are you?"

Er Ya glanced at her mother before answering, "I am the second oldest."

“Your mother has missed you a lot these past few years.” Fu Gui’s voice was unusually gentle. “I have to work the night shift later. You two have finally met, so please chat for a while.”

Er Ya didn't respond.

She didn't want to see her mother at all, let alone talk to her.

In her mind, she had long considered her mother to be dead, and this encounter was truly unexpected.

Fu Gui noticed a rift between the mother and daughter. After finishing his meal, he stood up and strode away.

As soon as the man left, Wu Yun immediately became angry: "Why didn't you answer the question he asked you?"

Er Ya stood up with a cold face: "If there's nothing else, we're leaving."

Wu Yun met her eyes and was surprised to realize that after several years, the child had grown up, become independent, and was even taller than her. Suppressing her anger, she took out a new cell phone from her pocket and placed it on the table. "It's been years since we last met, and I was still thinking about you."

Er Ya's gaze unconsciously fell on her phone.

Seeing that she didn't react, Wu Yun pushed the phone in front of her: "Here, take it. Your crappy phone screen is broken, how can you use it?"

"I don't want it, you keep it for yourself," Er Ya refused outright.

"How can you be so ungrateful?!" Wu Yun could no longer contain her anger and slammed her hand on the table. But in her memory, whenever she got angry, the maids would tremble with fear and frantically beg for forgiveness, but that never happened.

Er Ya stared at her coldly, her lips pressed tightly together.

Wu Yun, who bullies the weak and fears the strong, didn't dare to meet her gaze. Her eyes darted down and she saw that Er Ya's hands were also clenched into fists. At that moment, she realized once again: her child had grown up, and she had grown old.

Zhang Ran sat to the side watching the commotion, glancing at this person and then at that person.

The mother and daughter were at loggerheads, locked in a silent standoff, neither speaking for a moment.

She watched for a while, yawned out of boredom, and reached out to tug at Er Ya. "You haven't seen your mother in so long. It's not easy to run into her this time, so talk nicely and don't get angry." She picked up the new phone from the table and placed it in front of Er Ya, then smiled at Wu Yun: "Auntie, Er Ya hasn't seen you in a long time. She's a little excited, so please don't be angry."

Wu Yun sat down again on the steps, looking at Er Ya who was still stubbornly standing there, and then turned his gaze to Zhang Ran, "Xiao Yue, how have you been these past few years?"

"Auntie, I'm still in school," Zhang Ran replied with a smile.

"You're still in school?" Wu Yun asked, somewhat surprised.

Zhang Ran nodded: "University is a four-year program. I'm already a senior and will graduate next year."

Wu Yun recalled that Xiaoyue was still in high school when she left home, and sighed at how fast time flies.

Seeing Xiaoyue chatting happily with her mother, Er Ya couldn't figure out Zhang Ran's intentions, so she sat down again.

“These past few years, I’ve let those girls down. I don’t blame Er Ya for being angry with me.” Wu Yun said a few words of self-reproach, then stood up, opened the bedside table, took out a bag, and handed it to Zhang Ran. “This is for you, take it.” Neither the phone nor the bag cost her a penny; she found them.

The ship carries thousands of passengers each time, and many people leave things behind when they depart. She has even found gold and diamonds. If a passenger complains and the matter is traced back to her, she will hand it over; if no passenger complains, she will keep it.

She wasn't the only one who did this; most people do the same. Very few people would return lost property voluntarily.