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"Let her go!"
My mother couldn't accept my rebellious attitude.
She moved her hefty body to push me away.
I didn't care to stay, grabbing Little Apple and turning to leave.
But Lu Siqing, for some reason, shouted angrily, "Why are you wearing the scarf Auntie knitted? She hasn't made one for me this year!"
In previous winters, I would personally knit fluffy sweaters and scarves for the two of them, adorned with cute little bunny patterns.
Lu Siqing had inherited Jiang Qinghuan's frail constitution; he would catch a cold at the slightest breeze.
In the past, I bundled him up tightly, but he complained that I was being old-fashioned.
I was tired.
I didn't want to suffer for nothing.
Yet here he was questioning me about why I gave things to others instead of him.
Seeing Lu Siqing reaching out to snatch it away like a little tyrant, I quickly shielded Little Apple, saying, "It's mine! I can give it to whoever I want!"
"I’m your son!" Lu Siqing said with a face full of grievance.
Hearing this, my mother couldn't take it anymore and rushed out to grab my collar, shouting, "Are you the one instigating this? Qinghuan is Siqing's mother, you shameless person!"
She was surprisingly strong.
Seeing that I was about to be at a disadvantage, Little Apple quickly intervened, "Stop! Don't bully my godmother!"
Lu Siqing refused to back down, holding onto her scarf tightly.
The four of us were tangled together.
Right next to us was the staircase.
My mother's balance faltered; her hefty body seemed ready to topple over.
I quickly pulled open the door and held Little Apple close. Lu Siqing wasn't so lucky. Following Grandma, they tumbled down the stairs like two little meatballs, landing with a loud thud. My mother fell, her bones shattered, her expression twisted in pain as she groaned. Lu Siqing was pinned beneath, blood streaming from the back of his head.
When Lu Yancheng picked him up, Lu Siqing looked at me in shock and grievance, saying, "You could have caught me; why did you choose to save someone else?" In the past, I would have rather been hurt myself than let Lu Siqing suffer even a scratch. I pressed my lips together and avoided his gaze, comforting the frightened Little Apple.
In immense physical and emotional pain, Lu Siqing could no longer hold back and burst into tears.
I went to the hospital to visit Sister Baya, who was resting after her pregnancy. Little Apple was excited, telling me that she was soon going to have a brother and a sister. "How's that boy who tried to steal my scarf?" she asked. "I don't know," I replied.
Zhou Bailin rarely showed his sharp side: "Just ignore him, Little White Eyed Wolf. He doesn't know gratitude and almost pushed Little Apple down the stairs!" After the incident, Little Apple told us that Lu Siqing had deliberately pushed her towards the stairs while trying to grab her scarf. If it weren't for his reckless actions, he might not have dragged Grandma into this mess.
He reaped what he sowed. As I was leaving, I ran into Lu Yancheng. He looked much more haggard now, lacking the spirited demeanor he once had. It made sense; with two injured family members, each more troublesome than the last, life was bound to be difficult.
"Mai Ye, why didn't you protect Siqing that day?"
"I had to protect Little Apple."
"But Siqing is Qinghuan's son. You've raised him like your own for five years!"
"So what?"
Lu Yancheng looked at me in shock.
"In the past, if he got even a little scratch, you'd panic and rummage through the medicine cabinet, unable to sleep all night from worry."
"People change! I divorced you and severed ties with my family; he has nothing to do with me anymore."
Lu Yancheng didn't believe me. My heart had turned as hard as stone as he pulled me into the hospital room.
Lu Siqing lay on the hospital bed, his arm in a sling, and the injury on his forehead still hadn't healed.
He looked at me with red-rimmed eyes, biting his lip and turning his head away, as if waiting for me to comfort him like before.
Seeing that I remained unmoved, Lu Yancheng pushed me against the wall.
"Mai Ye, don't be so cold. How can you see Siqing hurt like this and remain indifferent?"
"And what if I don't?"
"Can you please take care of him like you used to?"
"No!"
I refused decisively, without a hint of hesitation.
The expressions on their faces changed instantly.
"You’ve taken care of Siqing for five years; he calls your name in the night. Can’t you be a little kinder?"
"I'm cruel?"
"In five years of marriage, you let your parents tell him that I’m Cuckoo Occupying the Magpie's Nest, taking the place of his birth mother, making him see me as an enemy."
"When we divorced, you wouldn't give me a single cent of our assets, waiting for the day I end up on the streets begging."
"Lu Siqing has said more than once that I’m not worthy of being his mother; his mother will always be Jiang Qinghuan."
"As you wished, I left. Why are you still entangled with me?"
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