Chapter 447: The Black-Bellied Mao Li Lan

Back at home, Mao Li Lan began preparing dinner.

But today she wasn't just preparing dinner for herself and her mother; she also had to prepare it for her father and that Chuankenan.

"Chuankenan... Hmph."

Even now, mentioning that name made Mao Li Lan feel a surge of anger rising.

"Forget it, I won't bother arguing with him. Anyway, he has already abandoned his past identity and will never have the chance to meet me directly again. Just consider him dead. Chuankenan is now Aunt Yuki and Uncle Kudo's second son."

After a month of settling down, Mao Li Lan had already let go of Shinichi's fake death and the deception of him trying to sneak into her home. Similarly, she had also let go of Shinichi, the childhood friend she once loved.

He abandoned his past identity to avoid being tracked down by that organization. Since that is the case, she would respect Shinichi's choice; otherwise, wouldn't Shinichi have abandoned his identity for nothing?

Mao Li Lan sneered coldly in her heart. She quickly reined in her emotions, and even that feeling of displeasure vanished into nothingness.

She reined in her emotions a bit.

After busying herself in the kitchen for a while, the time had already reached 5:12 in the afternoon, definitely dinner time, and Mao Li Lan had just finished preparing today's dinner.

There were two packed lunch boxes, one large and one small.

Of course, the food not packed was actually even more. Nowadays, the amount of food Mao Li Lan needed to eat every day was very large; eating two-thirds of a pot of rice in one meal was already a very common occurrence.

This was also one of the things she needed to tell her father today.

"Alright, let's go."

She left the house carrying two bento boxes.

The distance between her mother's house and her father's house wasn't actually very far; it was only a four or five stop ride by car, which was already considered a very short distance.

After spending a little time, Mao Li Lan had already arrived downstairs at the Mao Li Detective Agency.

She glanced at the time on her watch, 5:30, which was about normal dinner time.

As she climbed the stairs, Mao Li Lan smelled a very strong scent of instant noodles.

It seems Father has been surviving on instant noodles since I left. Couldn't he just buy groceries and cook something delicious for himself?

Sighing, she climbed the stairs step by step, took out her keys, and opened the door to the agency.

Upon entering, she saw a big person and a small person sitting in front of the long reception table in the agency, slurping instant noodles with big mouthfuls.

Perhaps because her return startled them both, the two people slurping noodles stopped their actions.

"Xiao Lan?"

Mao Li Wulang looked at his daughter's return and was clearly stunned for a moment.

"Why did you come back?"

That was a very problematic question.

But Mao Li Lan also knew her father had been surviving on instant noodles for the past month, so she didn't want to nitpick those details.

"It's been a month, and I've almost forgotten that guy. A dead person is dead, and there will be no chance to meet again in the future; continuing to dwell on it is useless."

Mao Li Lan's words left Chuankenan stiff as a board.

Indeed, a month's time was enough to forget someone. Moreover, the person who needed to be forgotten wasn't missing, but had completely been erased from the registry. Even the most long-suffering person should start forgetting, after all, the living can't keep staring at a dead person every day, right?

Although Chuankenan knew the dead person Xiao Lan was talking about was him, unfortunately, his current elementary school body already indicated that he had lost the condition to tell Xiao Lan the truth at this moment.

"As for this child."

Mao Li Lan's gaze locked onto Chuankenan. Her eyes held no emotion, only deep helplessness.

"As expected, this child still looks too much like Shinichi. I still can't accept this child, but at least now I can separate him from Shinichi. After all, Shinichi is already deceased."

These words struck Chuankenan with a heavy blow again, digging a bloody wound deep into his heart.

Seeing that his current identity seemed to be accepted by Xiao Lan, but that was built on the condition that her past identity had been completely and thoroughly abandoned by Xiao Lan.

But what could he do now?

The person who thoroughly killed his past identity was himself; could he now blame Xiao Lan's actions? No, he couldn't.

Xiao Lan had been tormented for a month because of his death. Now that Xiao Lan had finally forgotten the deceased Kudo Shinichi, he absolutely could not expose his identity in front of Xiao Lan.

Fortunately, Xiao Lan had never thought of him as Kudo Shinichi... It was just because he looked too much like Kudo Shinichi in his early childhood that it made Xiao Lan unable to accept his current identity.

... Could he himself not look like himself? Unfortunately, Chuankenan couldn't say a single word and could only swallow this bitterness.

"Sigh..."

Mao Li Wulang also knew this was probably the result. Regarding Xiao Lan, he had no intention of forcing her at all.

"Then let it be. You continue living over at Eri's side. I'll take care of this kid here."

Mao Li Wulang could understand his daughter's feelings well; after all, in the past, her relationship with that brat was quite good. Reacting this way upon suddenly facing the news of that brat's death was normal; he actually understood it quite well.

"Thank you, Father."

Mao Li Lan smiled and thanked her father.

"Don't say thank you between father and daughter."

Seeing his daughter's smile, Mao Li Wulang's mood relaxed a bit.

And looking at Xiao Lan at this moment, Chuankenan's heartache was somewhat alleviated, though he still silently blamed himself in his heart.

This whole thing is my fault. If I hadn't been so impulsive, maybe this wouldn't have happened.

After that incident, he was very careful about the hidden blows from behind.

But no matter how careful he was now, there was no way to go back.

Mao Li Lan carried the bag to the edge of the long table and placed the bag on the table.

"Father, Chuankenan, these are condolence gifts. I can't do anything about breakfast and lunch, but if I have time, I will prepare dinner and bring it over."

"Oh!"

Mao Li Wulang's eyes instantly lit up upon seeing the bento boxes. He immediately opened the box with swift movements; the food inside was still steaming hot, with a mouth-watering aroma, unlike the instant noodles he had been eating these past days.

"These past days, I can finally have a good meal."

His daughter's cooking made him feel exceptionally nostalgic at this moment; a month of instant noodles was simply not a life for a human being.

Now, seeing the dinner prepared by his daughter once again made Mao Li Xiao Wulang almost burst into tears.

At this moment, even Chuankenan could no longer maintain his composure.

Because he too had been eating instant noodles for a month; he could not stand it anymore.

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