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Chapter 150: Absolutely Impossible

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Running all the way back to her room, Wang Caiyun's heart was still pounding incessantly.

She cradled her burning cheeks and fantasized about what Jiang Cheng's reaction would be when he saw the paper stars she had folded by hand.

Looking at the secrets she had written down with her own hands, would he feel even a little bit of pity for her?

She didn't remember which book she had read it in, but a line said that a man's pity for a woman is the beginning of love.

Jiang Cheng had no convoluted thoughts at all while holding the glass jar; he had already passed his forty-first birthday today, forty-two by traditional reckoning, and in his eyes, Wang Caiyun was just a little girl, same as Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi would occasionally give him things like paper-folded flowers that little girls liked.

He turned around and handed the glass jar to his wife.

"Where did this come from?"

Si Rong shook the little stars in the jar and asked.

"Wang Caiyun."

After Jiang Cheng finished explaining, he was pulled away by his younger brother again.

Si Rong remembered that she had seen Shen Yuan fold these little stars before, cutting colored paper into straight, thin strips.

She had even said that girls in her class used them to confess their feelings.

Could it be that Wang Caiyun had those kinds of thoughts about her husband?

It wasn't that her mind was malicious to speculate about a young girl this way; it was just that she had seen too many sinister-minded people in her life.

Si Rong put the glass jar back in her upstairs bedroom, then entertained her guests with her usual expression.

Besides Si Rong, there was someone else who saw through Wang Caiyun's intentions.

Wu Ma finished serving all the food to the table and, taking advantage of the time everyone was eating, returned to her room.

Upon entering, she poked her daughter's forehead hard with her index finger, "Did you treat everything I said as wind past your ears? Or is there something wrong with your brain?"

"What did I do?" Wang Caiyun feigned ignorance.

"Wang Caiyun! I'm telling you, you crawled out of my stomach; I know what you're going to do the moment you stick your butt out! What kind of thing did you give Mr. Jiang? I'm telling you, if you dare to do that shameful and family-ruining thing, I will beat you to death right now!"

She thought for a moment; she often said this when scolding her daughter, so it probably lacked impact.

She added, "Pack your things and get out to your father's place right now!"

Wang Caiyun's tears fell immediately, "Mom, I'm not going there; he always makes me sleep with the boy his stepmother brought, and I don't want him taking advantage of me!"

Wu Ma was ultimately a bit soft-hearted, "Then go back to school! Work-study, you can still earn some tuition!"

"Mom, you misunderstood me; I gave Mr. Jiang the gift because I wanted to thank him, thank him for letting me sit at the table to eat." Wang Caiyun defended herself while wiping away tears.

"That was something the Madam suggested; why didn't you thank the Madam?"

Wu Ma knew the daughter she gave birth to; she wasn't falling for this, "Hurry up and pack your things, get out tonight!"

The Madam of this house didn't have many quirks, the food was good, and the wages were stable.

Just looking at the Madam's attitude toward Wang Ma, who used to serve her, as long as she worked hard, she definitely wouldn't be treated unfairly in the future.

Moreover, Si Rong was about to give birth; when the time came, she could personally help take care of the young masters and young miss, and perhaps she wouldn't have to worry about her old age, just like Wang Ma.

That was much better than pinning her hopes for old age on her children.

Besides, this daughter of hers clearly inherited her father's stupidity; she didn't know how she even got into university, not even knowing her own worth.

Someone like Division Commander Jiang—no, he was already a Deputy Army Commander now—could he possibly take a fancy to someone like her?

If you don't have a mirror, don't you have urine to look at?

Wang Caiyun couldn't stop crying, "Where can I go now? Besides, it's too late to buy a ticket..."

"I just like him, I didn't want to destroy his family, I didn't do anything..."

"Then why did you give him stars?" Wu Ma slapped her directly, "His wife is still pregnant, and I'm telling you, his wife is a daughter of the Si Family, and she's the wife Mr. Jiang spent a long time pining for before he married her. The child in her womb didn't come easily either; if there's any mishap because of you, our lives won't be enough to pay for it!"

"In any case, you must get out!"

"You said, the Madam is the woman Mr. Jiang pined for for a long time?" Wang Caiyun noticed this sentence.

But, she felt that the Madam might not necessarily like Mr. Jiang that much.

And although the Madam's family background and appearance were impeccable, she had the advantage of youth; it wasn't impossible for her to win Mr. Jiang's affection.

"What does that have to do with you? Pack your things immediately; as soon as I finish the housework this afternoon, I'm sending you away!"

Wu Ma closed the door and went out.

Leaving Wang Caiyun alone sitting on the small bed, weeping in secret.

She didn't want to leave.

She didn't listen to her mother and pack her things either, just pondering how to persuade her mother to let her stay.

After thinking for a long while, Wang Caiyun finally came up with an idea.

Lunch was very sumptuous, and the Jiang Family stayed until the afternoon, playing in the small courtyard for a while before leaving.

Jiang Cheng gave everyone a task.

Brainstorm and have everyone think of names for his baby, who would be born in a little over four months.

Think of some for both boys and girls to be prepared in advance.

Wu Ma finished tidying up the kitchen and returned to the room, prepared to send her daughter away.

As soon as she entered, she heard Wang Caiyun say, "Mom, haven't you always praised the Madam for being blessed?"

Wu Ma got angry seeing her behavior, crossed her arms, and listened without a word.

"No matter how blessed she is, it has nothing to do with you; you're just an old servant who serves them. However, if I become this Mrs. Jiang, you'll be the mother-in-law of this house in the future. Not only will you not have to work yourself to death serving people every day, but I can also find a nanny to serve you!"

Wang Caiyun said with conviction.

It seemed that to her, becoming Mrs. Jiang was a very easy thing to do.

Wu Ma:...

Damn it, marrying the wrong man and giving birth to such a stupid child, what a lifetime of bad luck.

"Absolutely impossible."

Wu Ma took a deep breath, "Let me put it to you this way: given Mr. Jiang's circumstances, even if he were to marry and divorce a hundred times, it still wouldn't be your turn."

She began to manually help her daughter pack her things.

"Don't embarrass yourself here; a person's lot in life is what it is. Hurry back to school, find an honest and hardworking male classmate in the future, and living a good, ordinary life is better than anything else."

Wu Ma carried the luggage, and Wang Caiyun had no choice but to follow behind her.

"This is?"

Si Rong saw the mother and daughter and raised an eyebrow as she asked.

"Oh, her teacher said they found her a work-study job, so she's heading back to Jing Shi. I'm taking her to the station."

Si Rong then understood what Wu Ma meant.

Wu Ma was a sensible person, while Wang Caiyun still kept her head lowered, just as she had when she arrived.

"Ma'am, I'm leaving." The voice was so small it sounded like she was whispering to someone.

"Have a safe trip." Si Rong did not try to make her stay.

No one likes the feeling of having someone around them coveting their things, and she was the same.

The moment she walked out the door of the Jiang Family, Wang Caiyun especially hated her mother.

She had never seen a mother so unwilling to see her own daughter do well; which of her male classmates could possibly be more outstanding than Jiang Cheng?

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