Chapter Three: Driven Out of the House

After dinner, Song Chengyi hurried back to his apartment, since he had to go to his internship the next day. Mother Luo had intended for Luo Yixia to pack up and go with him, but how could Luo Yixia agree? Wouldn't it be awkward to be alone together? No way.

“Auntie, it’s so late—let Brother Chengyi go back first. I still want to spend more time with you all at home,” she started to say, only for her own mother to smack her on the head. “Still calling me auntie?”

Luo Yixia quickly corrected herself, “Sorry, sorry, Mom, Mother.” She called out several times until her mother was finally satisfied. Luo Yixia couldn’t help but wonder if she was really her biological daughter, being forced to call someone else ‘Mom.’

Aunt Song was gentle—she had always been gentle. Ever since their family moved here, Aunt Song had treated her kindly, always regarding her as a daughter.

Eventually, Luo Yixia managed to retreat to her own home, flopping onto the sofa without a care for her appearance. “Ah, I’m exhausted.”

Mother Luo shot her a glare. “You’re married now, still acting like a child.” Seizing the chance, Luo Yixia acted spoiled, “Mom, you only have one daughter, and you married me off so quickly—I can hardly bear to part with you.”

Mother Luo’s eyes grew moist at that. As much as she complained about her daughter, she was her treasure, after all. How could she not love her?

“You’re grown up now, but still so childish. From now on, you need to listen to Chengyi, understand?”

“Okay.” Though unhappy, Luo Yixia nodded obediently.

Suddenly, Mother Luo straightened up and asked, “Yixia, tell me honestly. Aside from your poor grades and general clumsiness, you’ve always been trouble, but you haven’t done anything foolish in front of Chengyi, right?”

Luo Yixia blinked at her mother, coughed awkwardly, and admitted, “Now that you mention it, there was actually one thing.”

“What was it?”

“It wasn’t anything major—just that, in the second year of high school, I gave Brother Zeming a love letter to pass on, and Song Chengyi happened to see it.” Luo Yixia recounted it lightly.

Mother Luo sprang up in alarm. “And then?”

“And then?” Luo Yixia thought back, not particularly bothered by it, and replied offhandedly, “Song Chengyi didn’t speak to me for half a year.”

She reached for an apple on the table and took a bite.

Mother Luo immediately snatched the apple from her mouth.

“How could I have given birth to such an embarrassment? Giving a love letter to Song Zeming—fine, but to have Song Chengyi, your current husband, catch you in the act? Luo Yixia, pack your things and get out, I don’t want to see you anymore.” With that, Mother Luo went to Luo Yixia’s room, fetched her suitcase, and began stuffing clothes into it haphazardly.

Luo Yixia hurried after her, “Mom, what are you doing?”

Mother Luo ignored her, focused on packing.

With a loud smack, Luo Yixia was chased out of the courtyard, her suitcase shoved at her feet.

She was bewildered—she hadn’t even finished explaining.

The letter had been written for Song Chengyi. She’d wanted Brother Zeming to deliver it to him, hadn’t she? But somehow, Song Chengyi appeared out of nowhere, looking at her with disdain. “Tsk, are you trying to mess with my brother?”