Rebirth: A Super Foodie and Her Cat Demon Husband

Lu Yuanyuan's heart was instantly gripped.

Unexpectedly, Bian Xiaohui recognized herself with just a photo that showed part of her clothes.

The mother holding the phone choked up for a moment.

Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Hello, Xiaohui. I'm your godmother. You read that right. That person is Yuanyuan."

The police haven't released any details yet. We're also waiting for news.

Your godfather went to the police station again early this morning and hopes to get an explanation today."

Lu Yuanyuan heard a bang on the other end of the line. She didn't know what had happened to Bian Xiaohui, and her mother asked worriedly, "Xiaohui, what's wrong with you?"

From the other end of the line, Bian Xiaohui said in a trembling voice, "Godmother, I...I'm fine. It's just that this news is too sudden. Where is Yuanyuan now?"

The mother paused and told Bian Xiaohui with some difficulty that Lu Yuanyuan had been cremated.

Bian Xiaohui also fell silent on the other end of the phone.

After a moment of silence, Bian Xiaohui comforted Mother Liu for a while, said she would come in the afternoon, and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Mother Liu slowly put down the hand holding Lu Yuanyuan's phone, then staggered to the sofa, slowly sat down on the sofa, and stared at her phone in a daze.

After being stunned for a while, Mother Liu turned on the screen of her mobile phone again.

Mother Liu tried to enter the password of the mobile phone, and the screen jumped to the home screen.

With tears in her eyes, my mother opened the address book with trembling fingers.

Lu Yuanyuan spent the entire morning sitting silently beside her mother, hugging her legs. She watched her mother texting one by one, informing her contacts on the phone of her death.

By the time the notification was finished, it was already lunchtime, but Dad still hadn't returned from the police station.

She knew the police wouldn't be able to find out anything.

After all, she jumped off the building herself.

The Lu family had many reasons to clear themselves of the charges. Even moral condemnation wouldn't exist.

Seeing her mother munching on steamed buns and pickles with a numb expression on her face, Lu Yuanyuan was so anxious that she scratched her head and paced around the table.

She couldn't let her parents continue to be immersed in this sorrow. Just looking at their hair, she could tell how much damage it would cause to their bodies.

Her movements caused the tablecloth on the dining table to flutter gently, which made her mother, who had been eating silently, finally blink.

Mom stared at the slightly fluttering tablecloth in surprise, then looked around and found that all the windows in the house were closed.

But the tablecloth still fluttered there, like ripples.

This made her frown slightly, and she looked up at the simple small shrine she had set up in front of her.

Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with sorrow and tears streamed down my cheeks.

Lu Yuanyuan didn't understand why her mother suddenly started crying again, which made her stop circling around the table and float in front of her mother.

She knelt on the dining table in vain, blowing hard at her mother's tears, trying to dry them, but this was too slow after all.

But she couldn't touch her mother, couldn't wipe her tears, so she had to sit on the dining table with her legs crossed, frustrated, and accompany her mother silently.

But Mom seemed to sense something. She put down her chopsticks and gently touched her tearful face. She murmured to herself, "Yuanyuan, are you back to see me?"

When Lu Yuanyuan heard her adoptive mother's mumbling, her eyes lit up instantly. She knelt down and crawled in front of her mother, smiled and nodded, and said, "Yes, yes, I'm here. Although my body is dead, I am now with you in the state of soul.

So don't be too sad. It was Yuanyuan who was wrong. If there is an afterlife, I, your mother, will definitely be your biological daughter."

My mother's hair fluttered slightly, and she was stunned again.

But this time she wiped away her tears, picked up the chopsticks and bowl, and began to eat with her head down.

The chopsticks pierced through Lu Yuanyuan's body, picking up the pickles from the plate. Lu Yuanyuan looked at her mother and saw that she seemed to perk up instantly. Although she didn't understand what was going on, she felt a little happy.

After finishing her meal, my mother packed up her things and came to Lu Yuanyuan’s shrine. She took three incense sticks and lit them with candlelight.

She didn't immediately extinguish the flame of the incense. Instead, she said to Lu Yuanyuan's portrait, "Yuanyuan, if you come to see Mom, please blow on the flame of this incense. But don't blow it out."

Because the fire was not extinguished, the incense burned rapidly. Lu Yuanyuan heard her mother's request and blew twice in front of the incense.

Although the scent was very faint, the flame on the incense still flickered twice.

Seeing the swaying flame on the incense, my mother finally smiled for the first time in the past two days.

But Lu Yuanyuan was a little anxious, seeing that the incense was about to burn halfway. If it continued to burn, she was really afraid that it would burn her mother's hand, so she quickly stepped forward and blew out the incense with two puffs.

The mother was stunned for a moment, then her brows furrowed. An expression of disapproval crossed her face. As if muttering to herself, yet also as if lecturing Lu Yuanyuan, she said, "This child really doesn't understand the rules. Doesn't she know you can't blow out incense? It's unlucky."

Lu Yuanyuan nodded obediently and replied, "Oh."

Although these were words of blame, my mother's eyes were full of love when she said them.

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Bian Xiaohui really did drive over that afternoon. She worked in the next district, and it took her over an hour to drive here. The fact that she was already here meant she came right after she hung up the phone.

She didn't know whether she had asked for leave or had lunch. This made her a little worried and she couldn't help but float around Bian Xiaohui.

Bian Xiaohui was carrying a lot of things. As soon as she put them down, she shrank her neck and said to Wang Xiuling, "Godmother, your house is a bit cold. Don't save money, just use the air conditioner. If you need money next time, call me. Even if Yuanyuan is gone, I'm still here, right?"

Lu Yuanyuan felt sad again. Perhaps others would think this was just a polite remark, but Lu Yuanyuan knew that Bian Xiaohui was serious.

After comforting Wang Xiuling, Bian Xiaohui asked to stay in Lu Yuanyuan's room for a while.

Wang Xiuling knew that Bian Xiaohui was also very sad and probably couldn't accept Lu Yuanyuan's departure. So she didn't say much and nodded in agreement.

Lu Yuanyuan looked at her good friend as he silently closed the door of his room, feeling a little worried.

She looked at her mother, who had a sad but somewhat worried face, and then quietly floated into her room.

As soon as she entered Lu Yuanyuan's room, Bian Xiaohui's tears streamed down her cheeks. She murmured to herself, "What could have made you so depressed? What on earth have you been through all these years? How could you, someone who used to be so positive and optimistic, choose to commit suicide?"