Male Lead's Canon Fodder Wife-Chapter 1432: Leave My Son ( 1 )

Song Yan closed the gate and went to pack some medicine for Su Lanying in the house while Lu Jueyu went to the backyard. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

At the same time, Su Lanying was picking vegetables on her house balcony as she was lost in thought. She had told her mother to help her find a match if she recovered from her illness.

But after she said those words, she felt so uncomfortable and felt that she was a scumbag girl. If she did marry another man after what Song Yan did for her, wouldn't it be equal to using and taking advantage of him?

After she agreed to give him a chance, her thoughts would fill with him whenever she did nothing, just like now. Recalling his confessions, she couldn't help but smile. Even her dying heart beat faster and stronger than before.

Placing her hand on top of her heart, she muttered, "Song Yan, it seems that I like you."

As she said these words, her heart beat faster than usual and it became painful. She took a deep breath to calm down and let out a sigh.

She didn't realize when it started, but her feelings might not be as simple as she thought previously. Perhaps, she should trust him more and not hide behind her shells.

Just after she made up her mind, she heard a knock on the gate. Her parents and brother were going to the mountain foothills to pick up some firewood and forage for wild vegetables and mushrooms. So, she was alone at home.

Placing the vegetables in her hand back into the bamboo basket, she went to open the gate while asking, "Who is it?"

No one answered her question, but when she opened the gate, she saw a middle-aged woman dressed fashionably and adorned with pearls jewelry.

Wearing a qipao dress, leather shoes with five-centimeter heels, and holding a leather bag, she looked like someone from a wealthy family.

When she met the middle-aged woman's gaze, she noticed disdain, anger, and also dislike in her eyes. Su Lanying was confused by her hostility and asked, "Aunty, who are you looking for?"

When Mother Song heard her soft voice, she observed her from head to toe. The girl was indeed beautiful, delicate, and looked educated. But her pale face and thin frame showed that she was weak and sickly.

As someone who had married into the Song family for decades, even if she was not a doctor, she could see that the girl in front of her had a chronic disease.

With such a frail body, it would be hard for her to get pregnant. Even if she could get pregnant, the chance of her giving birth safely was very low.

Reaching this conclusion, her dislike toward the girl deepened. She didn't want to show her a good face and covered her mouth with a handkerchief as she gave her a side glance and asked, "Are you Su Lanying?"

Seeing her demeanor, Su Lanying's impression of this middle-aged woman dropped to the freezing point. Although her family was poor, they had their pride, and she would never allow others to look down on her or her family.

"It's me. Who are you?" she asked coldly.

Noticing the girl's indifference, Mother Song frowned deeper and said, "I came to talk to you about my son. Aren't you inviting me in?"

Hearing this, Su Lanying's eyes flickered as she realized that this woman might be Song Yan's mother. After a moment of silence, she stepped aside and said, "Aunt, please come in."

Seeing that she at least treated her politely, Mother Song nodded with appreciation in her heart. But she showed nothing outside. Raising her chin, she walked into the yard, followed by a driver and a bodyguard.

Su Lanying looked at her back thoughtfully for a moment before she closed the gate.

Inside the living room, Mother Song sat on the bamboo chair while looking around the small room while waving her hand in front of her nose as if she were afraid of dust—or perhaps the stench coming from poverty.

Noticing her deliberate behavior, Su Lanying smiled and poured a cup of honey water for her and the people she brought.

Afterward, she sat on the chair across from her and asked, "Aunty, you said you want to talk about your son. You can say it now."

Mother Song had come here without even resting after more than thirty hours of travel by car. So, she was thirsty and hungry.

After she came in, she observed the house. While the house was small, it was clean and neat. The bamboo cup was also clean, and the water looked refreshing. The golden color of the honey made her even thirstier.

She hesitated for a moment before taking a sip of the honey water. The moment she drank it, her eyes lit up. Her painful throat felt better, and her exhaustion lessened.

For a moment, she forgot her intention to come and intimidate the village girl and finished the honey water. Seeing this, the driver and the bodyguard also picked up their cups and finished the honey water.

Su Lanying smiled and poured them another cup of honey water before she opened the cabinet and took an earthen jar out.

Placing the jar on the table, she opened the lid and said, "Aunty, these biscuits were given to me by my neighbors. Have a try."

At first, Mother Song wanted to refuse and act indifferent. But the moment she smelled the fragrance wafting from the jar, she couldn't stop herself and took a piece of biscuit.

The roasted almond was fragrant, and the buttery, milky flavor was addicting. After she ate one, she took another.

Sitting there, Su Lanying watched her calmly and said nothing.

Ten minutes later, Mother Song was no longer as hungry as before, and she finally regained her senses. Looking at the almost empty jar, she was embarrassed and felt that she had lost to this little girl.