Chapter 308: Talk One

Yu Wanrong's words made Lin Qingyan stand up unconsciously; she couldn't believe it and looked at her mother.

"Mom, how could you have such a thought? Why do you want me to divorce Lu Cheng?"

"Yan Yan, don't get upset, sit and talk." Yu Wanrong patted the edge of the bed, but Lin Qingyan shook her head in refusal.

Yu Wanrong felt somewhat helpless; she knew her daughter's temperament better than anyone—once stubborn, no one's words could sway her.

But marriage is a major matter, involving her daughter's lifelong happiness and the Lin family's revival; no matter how much her daughter resisted, Yu Wanrong today must have a proper talk with her.

"Yan Yan, Mom is doing this for your own good."

"For my own good? For my own good, you want me to divorce?"

"You don't need to fear divorce—let alone the fact that you're not a virgin anymore; with your conditions and our family's conditions, those who wish to marry into our Lin family are still lining up.

Moreover, Qin Bobo has already expressed his intention just now; Shou Sheng still has feelings for you—as long as you marry into the Qin family..."

Lin Qingyan interrupted her mother: "Hah, marry into the Qin family? You think I, a divorced woman, would be truly treated by them?"

"You don't need to worry about that; with me and your dad, they wouldn't dare bully you."

Lin Qingyan shook her head slightly, a bitter smile on her face: "Mom, I won't divorce Lu Cheng; you don't need to persuade me."

Yu Wanrong also got angry, her voice rising: "Lu Cheng, Lu Cheng! What's so good about him? With his status, he's simply not worthy of you; you and he won't have happiness."

Lin Qingyan was firm: "I am very happy with him."

After her father was sent down, she stayed alone in the Capital City, living a life of constant fear; it was Lu Cheng who suddenly reached out and pulled her out of that dark, hopeless existence.

And this year living in Da Za Yuan has been her most fulfilling and happiest period.

"What happiness could you have with him! He's just a Junior Police Officer—fine, even if relying on your dad he becomes a section chief someday, with his abilities he'll amount to nothing in a lifetime!

But Shou Sheng is different; the Qin family is a huge clan, he has a bright future ahead. Mom has raised you to be outstanding—I'm not saying you must marry well, but you certainly shouldn't marry down.

Regarding her mother's words, Lin Qingyan felt no sway, only a deep sense of helplessness and loss.

"Mom, I know you have prejudices against Lu Cheng, but he's not the same as before; moreover, you should know that my father's return is all thanks to Lu Cheng's efforts—he used his connections everywhere to seek Rehabilitation for you all. How can a person lack conscience?

And why didn't you let me divorce before, and now that you're back, you want me to divorce?"

Yu Wanrong opened her mouth, but couldn't find a response.

Before, of course she was dissatisfied with her daughter marrying Lu Cheng, but she hadn't proposed divorce because she considered the situation—having someone to look after her daughter let her and Lao Lin relax.

"Yes, Lu Cheng helped our family, but that has nothing to do with your marriage; his help to our family I can compensate him—what does he want? Money? Your father's salary these years will be made up in full, not lacking, I'll give it all to him—what do you think?

If it's not enough, what else does he want? Should we arrange some jobs for his seven aunts and eight uncles? I'll tell your dad, and I'll get them all arranged."

Hearing her mother's words, Lin Qingyan's helplessness deepened; she thought her mother only had prejudices against Lu Cheng, but didn't expect it to be against the whole Lu family.

This isn't just simple prejudice—it's a sense of superiority stemming from class differences, creating distance and contempt.

This class-based notion of superiority is an innate arrogance.

At this moment she finally understood why Lu Cheng didn't approve of this marriage—he had long seen through all this.

She and her mother have lived together for so many years, yet she hasn't seen as deeply as Lu Cheng has.

Lin Qingyan was extremely disappointed and shouted: "Mom, you shouldn't have come back; you should continue accepting reform."

"Eh, you child, what nonsense are you spouting… come back to me, you're going to make me die of anger…"

Yu Wanrong was furious, her heart trembling with anger.

…

Lin Qingyan burst out of the door, ran to the grape arbor, and lay on the stone table, crying bitterly.

Lin Zhenfeng saw this and hurriedly put down his work: "What's this? You Mom wants to have a good talk with you, why did you make my daughter cry like this?"

After Lin Zhenfeng sat down beside her, Lin Qingyan threw herself into her father's arms, sobbing helplessly.

"Dad, look at my mom—Lu Uncle's family is so good, she insists on judging them with her own notions."

Lin Zhenfeng gently patted her daughter's back: "Don't blame your mom; she has no ill intentions, she just thinks your education and the things you've been exposed to make it hard to find common topics with Lu Cheng, and she worries you'll be unhappy later."

Lin Qingyan lifted her head: "Dad, Lu Cheng is nothing like you imagine—he's ambitious, takes his work seriously, has earned many merits, just like during the flood relief when he didn't rest for half a month…"

Seeing her daughter eagerly defending Lu Cheng, Lin Zhenfeng laughed: "My daughter really has grown up—her thoughts are no longer on me, but on another man."

"Dad… I'm speaking seriously to you."

Lin Qingyan shook her father's arm, acting coquettish: "Of course I love you most, Dad; you're the dearest person to me, I will always love you."

Lin Zhenfeng patted her hand: "Alright, alright, you're a grown young lady—this is fine at home, but outside you can't act like this, or people will laugh."

"Who cares if they laugh? Anyway, I love you most, Dad." Lin Qingyan leaned against her father's shoulder.

Since childhood her father's work kept him busy, they saw each other only a few times a month, yet she didn't grow distant from him—instead she loved chatting with him, learning much each time.

Seeing her daughter's affectionate manner, Lin Zhenfeng couldn't resist teasing: "So you don't love that Lu Cheng anymore?"

"I…"

Seeing her daughter pout in frustration, Lin Zhenfeng laughed.

Lin Qingyan suddenly realized: "Dad, look at you—this isn't the same, okay?"

Lin Zhenfeng collected his smile: "Hmm, then Dad will ask you—you must tell me honestly: do you truly like Lu Cheng, or is it just gratitude for his help that makes you feel fond of him?"

This question is very important; Lin Zhenfeng must figure it out.

And this question also makes Lin Qingyan reflect deeply.

"If I say at first I was indeed grateful to Lu Cheng, but after getting along until now I realize I've come to rely on him—just like now, I will miss him.

You don't know, he's sometimes careless—forgetting his lunch box or his gloves—and I worry about him. Dad, you say, is this love?"