Chapter 322: Jiang Sinian's Proposal

"Good child," Mother Li wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, then turned to look at Bai Mo with joy, "Godmother was just too emotional; Godmother loves your heart."

"Let's go! Godmother will take you shopping!"

Bai Mo loved shopping with her most of all; she could buy the clothes she liked but couldn't afford before, and eat the expensive meals she couldn't afford in the past.

Even if she happened to run into Jiang Siyu at the university gate, she would hold Mother Li's arm and proudly lift her chin.

Look! Jiang Siyu, it's not just you who has a good mother; now I have one too.

Who knows who will be envious of whom in the future.

Jiang Siyu didn't even look at her, as if she didn't exist in her eyes at all; even a single glance was considered superfluous.

It was just unexpected that, in less than half a month, she discovered Bai Mo had also moved into the same residential complex.

This made the three of them feel that this person Bai Mo was like a piece of sticky toffee stepped on under one's foot—it had no value, so stepping on it was fine, but it just stuck there, pointlessly disgusting people.

If you tried to scrape it off, you would be playing right into her hands.

Fortunately, she still knew she had a shred of face to maintain, so seeing that Jiang Siyu didn't really pay her any mind, she found it boring and just continued living this life of sudden, windfall wealth.

Jiang Siyu felt an indescribable stifling in her heart; she complained to Jiang Yue, "This Li Meng's mother is so muddled! Li Meng's death cannot be separated from Bai Mo, yet she is actually treating Bai Mo so well now!"

How could the deceased Li Meng bear this!

"She is also a pitiful person; she must have loved her daughter so much that she pinned her maternal love onto Bai Mo, hoping that Bai Mo won't let her down."

"By the way, Yueyue, let's go for an outing this weekend, over at Chang Xi!"

Jiang Yue looked at her a bit strangely, "Since when do you like outings?"

"I just started liking them, is that okay?" Jiang Siyu tugged at her sleeve and wouldn't let go, following her wherever she went.

According to her experience, in less than three rounds, Yueyue would definitely agree to her.

"Fine! Let's go for an outing!"

Jiang Siyu added, "Then remember to dress up a bit prettier! So we can take photos!"

This was what her brother had instructed; he was probably preparing some surprise for his sister-in-law.

Her brother had good taste; once she, the assistant, made a move, there was nothing that couldn't be accomplished.

On the weekend, the banks of Chang Xi were filled with students strolling in twos and threes; Jiang Siyu followed behind her brother and sister-in-law, and suddenly sighed.

Jiang Yue turned back to ask her, "What's wrong?"

And she immediately let go of Jiang Sinian's hand, took a step back, and stood together with Jiang Siyu.

Jiang Sinian:...

"You two always bring me along on your dates; I feel like I'm a bit of a nuisance," Jiang Siyu looked at her brother's dark face and suppressed a laugh, "How about you two play here? I want to head back first."

"No," Jiang Yue was worried, "If you want to go back, we'll go back together."

Although several months had passed, the case of Li Meng's murder was like a dark cloud, continuously hanging over everyone's hearts.

Especially since Bai Mo was still so high-profile every day, Jiang Yue couldn't feel at ease with Jiang Siyu being alone, so even for dates, she had to bring Jiang Siyu along.

Jiang Siyu:...

"Then let the three of us continue our date!"

She let go of Jiang Yue's hand, joined hers and Jiang Sinian's together again, and made a somewhat comical expression, "You two walk in front!"

The three continued walking forward and passed a depression decorated with many pink balloons, where many girls were taking photos and checking in.

"So pretty! Yueyue, let's go take photos too!" Jiang Siyu said excitedly.

Jiang Yue responded, and just as she walked near those balloons, she heard the girls behind her all go 'wow', and she turned her head to look as well.

Then she saw Jiang Sinian produce a bouquet of roses from who knows where, kneel on one knee, and confess to her, "Jiang Yue! I like you, marry me!"

The boy with a youthful air looked at her with bright, expectant eyes.

Jiang Yue had actually fantasized about some proposal scenes in her heart, but when it all truly appeared before her, she only had one worry.

"But, we are still in school right now."

How could they get married?

"We can get engaged during winter break," Jiang Sinian had planned it very thoroughly, "And get married immediately after graduation."

That way, he would at least have a formal status.

During this time, there was a blind fellow at school who was constantly fawning over Jiang Yue; it was simply overestimating his own capabilities.

"Say yes! Say yes!" The classmates clamored one after another.

Jiang Yue looked back at Jiang Sinian amidst this clamor, "Okay."

"That's great!" Jiang Siyu led the applause, and right amidst this lively noise, they suddenly heard someone in the distance shouting, "Fire! Lijing Gudu is on fire!"

Lijing Gudu was the very residential complex they lived in.

Soon everyone ran toward Lijing Gudu; Jiang Sinian held his girlfriend who had just accepted his proposal, and with his sister, the three of them also returned to the complex.

Fortunately, the building on fire was not theirs, but the one separated by a long corridor.

Jiang Siyu watched for a while, her brows furrowed, "Why do I feel like, it seems..."

"Seems like what?"

"Seems like it's the building where Bai Mo lives," Jiang Siyu remembered; she had encountered Bai Mo together with that Mother Li.

But perhaps it was a coincidence; she didn't know which floor Bai Mo lived on either.

The fire grew larger and larger, spreading to the third and fourth floors; the smell in the air was extremely choking.

Jiang Yue covered her nose and mouth with her hand and took out her phone, preparing to report the fire, "We must get the fire department here quickly!"

Someone nearby said, "The fire has already been reported, but for some reason, the fire lane is currently blocked by a large truck, and the fire engine can't get in."

Why were there so many coincidences?

Bai Mo huddled by the door, covering her nose and mouth with a wet towel.

She didn't know how the room had caught fire after her nap; she figured it must have been that box of incense she liked so much that tipped over and ignited the curtains, which was how the fire started.

The oxygen in the room was thin, and her throat felt extremely uncomfortable from the smoke.

The worst part was that the door was broken too.

She could only pound on the door with all her might, hoping her godmother would hear the sound and come to save her.

Would her godmother really save her?

Bai Mo's eyes were streaming with involuntary tears from the smoke; ever since Li Meng died, Mother Li had been deliberately getting close to her, and now, a fire had started in her house.

At this moment, Mother Li's voice appeared at the doorway, and she said, "If you turn the door lock, you will naturally be able to come out."

"The door lock is broken!" Bai Mo tried repeatedly several times, "Godmother! I can't open the door, the room is on fire, hurry and save me!"

"The door lock is broken?" Mother Li's voice sounded strange, "Really? Why is it that the door lock in the room you stay in is always so easy to break? If it's broken today, then was the door lock really broken on the day my daughter died?"

Bai Mo's body slowly slid down to her knees; although there was a raging fire behind her, she felt a chill all over her body.

Why? Why was her godmother bringing up the past again now?

"Yes, Godmother, the door lock was indeed broken that day; I wanted to open the door to save Li Meng, but the door wouldn't open." Bai Mo had already said this version of events many times, and she had long since believed it herself.

"Godmother, the smoke is making it so I can't open my eyes, find a way to save me first!"

"I'm afraid that won't do," Mother Li's voice outside the door was unusually calm, "If you don't honestly confess what happened the day my daughter died today, then this door will never open."