CH 212

A Villainess Needs to Have the Ability of a Villainess Chapter 212

As soon as he saw Jiang Yu He, he acted as if he was an enemy. He thought he was here to rob Wen Yu, so he immediately approached him warily. "Why are you here?"

Jiang Yu He nodded slightly to him. "I came to see Yuyu off. Uncle, you don't need to be so nervous."

"..."

‘How could he tell that I'm nervous?!’

"Then I wish the three of you a safe journey." Jiang Yuhe didn't linger much, turned around and left.

Wen Yu wanted to chat with him some more, but Wen Yi'an pulled her back. "Stay away from him."

Wen Yu was speechless. "Why are you taking me to America?"

She pulled Wen Qingyou forward and walked to the front.

Wen Yi'an couldn't say anything to her daughter, so he followed her while staring at Jiang Yuhe's departing back.

Although he was young, he was cold and calm, exuding an aura that made people dare not intrude.

When he first met this young man in the restaurant, he knew from Liu Zhengming that he was young and promising. His family was powerful, and he was indeed a man of striking appearance.

At that time, Wen Yi'an admired him and felt that this young man was capable.

But now that his standing has suddenly become that of his son-in-law-to-be, Wen Yi'an's perspective changed as well.

What set Jiang Yuhe completely off from Zhou Yue's politeness was that he was too powerful, and he exuded the kind of control from a superior.

It was acceptable to cooperate with such a man in business, but in love?

He was afraid that his baby daughter would only be pressured.

‘Look at those marks on her legs that day; how ruthless!’

Wen Yi'an sighed while thinking, and shook his head again and again.

-

After more than 10 hours of flight, the plane landed safely at JFK International Airport.

Wen Yu and Wen Yi'an didn't inform their mother about their visit. On the way, Wen Yu was anxious, wondering if she would be embarrassed, overwhelmed and speechless the moment she met her mother.

After all, more than ten years have passed. Things have changed, and time could wither and change everything. Wen Yu's last memory of her mother deep in her heart was the resolute way she took her brother's hand and left by car with red eyes.

Wen Yu was afraid. Some emotions were better off expressed when seeing rather than missing each other.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of Wen Qingyou's home in the United States.

In order to facilitate her mother's quiet recuperation, Wen Qingyou's house was not bought in the busy downtown Manhattan, but a quiet single-family house in the suburbs.

After getting out of the car, Wen Qingyou walked ahead and gently knocked on the door. "Mom, I'm home."

A gentle voice soon came from inside, "You're here."

Wen Yu's heart pitter-pattered to the point of thumping. She rehearsed over and over what to say after the door opened and went for a smiling expression.

Only after the door opened did she realize that all these preparations were useless.

For a second, there was only blankness in her mind.

Song Zhixin had thick mittens on her hands, as if she was baking. She smiled when she saw Wen Qingyou, and just as she was about to speak she saw the two people standing behind her son.

Her expression suddenly froze.

It slowly morphed from a smile to incredulity.

Her lips quivered, as if she was afraid she was hallucinating. She looked, and peered closer, even to the point of pushing Wen Qingyou aside.

She stared at Wen Yu closely.

For a long, long time, the tears kept swimming around the bottom of her eyes, but she couldn't string a complete sentence.

She couldn't even call out Wen Yu's name.

Only at this moment did Wen Yu understand that there were some people and some things that would never be unfamiliar no matter how long time had passed.

When she stood there and saw Song Zhixin for the first time, the emotions she had suppressed in her heart for more than ten years broke out.

"Mom." She easily shouted out the title. "It's me."

-

Wen Yu's sudden arrival surprised Song Zhixin, and her life was filled with new colors and expectations. She hadn't seen her daughter for more than ten years. When she was at her lowest, she thought of her daughter every day. After surviving those years, she never has the courage to return.

"I saw you walking with your classmates at the entrance of No. 6 Middle School, all grown up and beautiful, but I didn't dare to approach," Song Zhixin mentioned their only encounter back home. "I kept following you from afar that day, watching you eat with your classmates, chatting, taking pictures, and finally going home alone."

"That day I sat outside the door for a long time, watching the light in your room stay on until your dad came home in the middle of the night. I wondered then if my Yuyu was afraid of being home alone."

"If I had taken you away from the very start, would you not have been so lonely."

"You must not want to see me again."

The deeper the love, the more timid and cowardly and hesitant one becomes in front of reality.

Wen Yi'an also told Wen Yu, "Don't blame your mother. I know she left you because she knew it was difficult to live abroad. She wanted you to follow me, so at least you don't have to worry about material things."

This was something Wen Qingyou had told Wen Yu back when he returned to China, that the years when they first arrived abroad were very difficult for them.

Only those who were really in the darkness understood how helpless a forced choice was.

Therefore, in this matter, Wen Yu was relieved long ago. She was no longer regretful, no longer complaining.