Chapter 11: Going Home

Xu Chunian was stunned. She turned her head mechanically and looked at Zhuzhu’s hand, which was fixed in a cast.

Zhuzhu obediently wiped her mouth and reached out to Jiang Huaixu. The man picked her up with one hand and grabbed Zhuzhu’s small backpack from the sofa.

Xu Chunian didn’t move until the sound of the door closing.

*

At shop on the street

Music filled the small shop. The clouds were low, a sign of an impending storm.

“Sigh.”

Shen Qingli pursed her lips, not sure how many times she sighed. “Niannian, at first, everyone thought you had postpartum depression, but later, you became more and more extreme, and Jiang Huaixu had no choice but to accept that you had changed your mind.”

After giving birth to Zhuzhu, Xu Chunian became obsessed, abusing Zhuzhu and constantly causing trouble at home.

“Were Jiang Huaixu and I very much in love?”

Shen Qingli paused, “At least your marriage wasn’t based on any anger or agreement.”

She didn’t say it directly, but Xu Chunian understood. Everything changed after she went crazy.

“If I come clean to Jiang Huaixu, do you think he’ll think I’m crazy?”

Shen Qingli gave her a “You tell me” look. “After everything that’s happened, I’m not sure how Jiang Huaixu actually feels about you. If you suddenly tell him everything, plus what happened before, it’s not impossible that he might lock you up in a mental hospital.”

Xu Chunian rested her head in her hands. “What should I do? When I see Zhuzhu, my heart always feels like it’s being pulled, and there are always fragments flashing through my mind, too fast for me to grasp.”

“Jiang Huaixu won’t let me get close to Zhuzhu.” She lowered her head.

Shen Qingli pursed her lips and looked at her for a while. “Considering what you did before, it’s actually understandable.”

Xu Chunian propped her face up with her hand, worried. Although she was still a child herself, she didn’t feel awkward when she saw Zhuzhu. She subconsciously felt that this was her daughter, the daughter she carried for ten months.

Could it be postpartum depression?

After parting ways with Shen Qingli, Xu Chunian followed her memories and found the place where she lived before she turned 18.

She pressed the doorbell, trying to contain her excitement. The door opened.

Bai Hui’s eyes widened in confusion when she saw who it was. “Niannian, why are you back?”

Xu Chunian rushed forward and hugged her. “Mom, you haven’t changed a bit after six years.”

Xu Chunian had always been the apple of her parents’ eyes. Her father had started a small business and had a little money. Before Xu Chunian was born, he bought a large apartment, and they had lived there ever since.

Bai Hui was stunned by her sudden embrace. “You…”

“Where’s Dad?” Xu Chunian asked quickly, her voice filled with excitement.

She was about to go inside, but her mother stopped her.

“Mom.” Xu Chunian was shocked.

“Your father and I won’t agree to you being with that Qin Yuan. We made it very clear to you last year.” Bai Hui looked at her with a complicated expression.

“We’re not together anymore. We’re not together anymore.” Xu Chunian waved her hand, squeezing a tear from her eye and holding Bai Hui’s hand. “Mom, I’ve realized. I’ll live a good life with Jiang Huaixu from now on.”

That’s how the repentance stories in novels go. Bai Hui saw the drastic change in her attitude. “You…”

Xu Chunian quickly raised three fingers and swore, “I’m not going to see that Qin Yuan again. You can have Dad deduct my allowance, okay?”

Bai Hui moved her lips.

“What’s wrong, Mom? Are you going to shut your precious daughter out?” She blinked at Bai Hui pitifully.