When Lan Bingbing was taking leave of school, she met Fenghua who went to the library on campus.

The once exquisite and beautiful mayor's wife has a slightly messy temple and a pale face, which shows that she has not been carefully cared for. She seems to be more than ten years older than the original owner Yu Wan's memory of the noble lady.

Fenghua only glanced at her sideways, withdrew her gaze lightly, intending to bypass her.

Last time, the mayor's wife came to find the original owner. The original owner was full of joy and looked forward to her mother's gentleness. All she got was the result of Lan Mother's arrogance and bias, which was vividly remembered.

Fenghua can't come forward to make things boring.

But Lan Mother stepped forward and stopped Fenghua slightly in a hurry. It was completely different from the noble lady's arrogant behavior when she saw her last time. She licked her pale lips and said with a dry voice: "Wanwan, can we talk?"

Feng Hua stopped walking. Under Lan Mother's expectant gaze, she pondered for a moment and nodded.

The mayor's wife, who used to be unavailable in Western restaurants and cafes, can only sit in a milk tea shop. A large cup of milk tea that costs ten yuan a cup is made of milk tea powder and is filled with pearl coconut pudding, exuding a sweet fragrance.

If it were before, Lan Mother would never have drunk such inferior milk tea, but now she licked her dry lips and couldn't help but drink a sip of milk tea.

In the end, I thought it tasted good.

After taking a sip of milk tea and moistening her throat, she spoke with a little embarrassed expression: "Wanwan, I know that it was wrong for me to divorce your father back then and throw you who was still in her infancy to your father, but I have no choice. Your father Yu Zhengze and I were just arranged marriages by my parents at that time, and there was no feeling at all. When I came back from school, I received the Yu family betrothal gift and had to marry. But you, Uncle Lan, and I have been in love with you..."

Leng Yun told a story about her era.

Fenghua's eyes were calm and there was no fluctuation. She occasionally took a sip of milk tea, as if she was listening to a story that had nothing to do with her.

Leng Yun puts love first and puts the responsibility of marriage and children aside. Perhaps her love is helpless, beautiful, and sad. It can impress other listeners, but it is not enough to impress a daughter who was abandoned by her for more than ten years and has not been raised for a day.

"That was so harsh to women in that era. It was already difficult for divorced women to remarry, and it was impossible to bring you with you again. Besides, your grandparents and your father, how could you agree to let the Yu family's daughter remarry with me..." Speaking of her own difficulties, Lan's mother shed tears of sadness, "You are also my daughter. A piece of meat that fell from my body. I don't feel sorry for... Wanwan, Wanwan, don't resent your mother for so many years, okay?"

Lan Mother looked at Fenghua with her eyes looking forward, as if she wanted to ask for her forgiveness.

Fenghua opened his mouth: "I don't resent you..."

Without love, how can there be hatred?

The original owner had already given up on this biological mother.

Before she finished speaking, Lan Mother beat the snake and said, "Wanwan, since you don't hate your mother, can you ask you for something? Save your Uncle Lan. You are the adopted daughter of the Qin family and are liked by Mr. Sheng. Saving you Uncle Lan is just a matter of one sentence..."

Fenghua: "Ha."
Chapter completed!