15 Chapter 15 Sad Liu Yu

"Would you judge me for being thrifty if you found out?"

"I felt so embarrassed about my actions just now."

"But this is the right thing to do, Yang Shumin. You're still a teacher. You might not excel in every aspect compared to your son, and you might feel inadequate as a teacher."

Yang Shumin blushed, torn between emotions.

"Aunt, a bit of blood from my hand accidentally dripped onto the seat earlier. Will you be upset about the money spent?" Qin Yun asked with a pale face, hoping to gauge her reaction.

"Why would I blame you, Yunyun? You were right about this matter, but I didn't handle it well." When Qin Yun brought up this incident, Yang Shumin's blush deepened. She seemed quite embarrassed.

"How could you blame Aunt? You were sitting on the other side of me, so you didn't see my blood drip. Otherwise, Aunt wouldn't have just paid the fare; you would have also thoughtfully shared part of it with the driver."

Qin Yun proactively defended Yang Shumin and dispelled the embarrassment weighing on her.

[So, you don't look down on me. That's good, that's good. But if things continue like this, will Yun Yun eventually uncover my true self, discover that his godmother isn't as remarkable as he imagined, and then leave because of it?]

[No, absolutely not!]

Unbeknownst to her, Yang Shumin's feelings for Qin Yun had reached a profound level.

But this was normal. A year ago, she had formed a deep affection for Qin Yun, who eagerly attended her classes. Today, he had repeatedly come to her rescue in moments of desperation. It was only natural for her to develop a favorable impression.

"Besides, I also understand that my godmother's primary concern right now is my injury. She doesn't have the time to dwell on those matters." Qin Yun continued.

Yang Shumin remained silent, but her proximity to Qin Yun, inching closer and closer, conveyed her thoughts clearly.

...

Click.

With sweaty palms, Yang Shumin hastily opened her front door, planning to gather her and Qin Yun's belongings before returning to the hospital. However, upon seeing the chaos that greeted her in the restaurant, with stains splattered across the floor and walls, she was taken aback.

"Liu Yu! Come out!"

Furious, Yang Shumin didn't even bother changing her shoes as she strode over the greasy floor towards Liu Yu's room.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Liu Yu, come out here."

No response.

"Liu Yu, if you don't come out, feel free to leave as far away as you like."

Yang Shumin was seething with anger, and she voiced whatever came to mind.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

...

Yang Shumin knocked on the door a total of ten times, spending nearly five minutes on her futile endeavor. However, Liu Yu remained inside, refusing to open the door or offer any response. Yang Shumin ultimately gave up.

She returned to her room, her face clouded with a scowl. Her eyes gleamed with icy determination as she angrily packed her nightgown and several sets of clothes into her suitcase. Then, she proceeded to Qin Yun's room, opened his suitcase, extracted several sets of his clothes, and added them to her own luggage.

Yunyun was a child who valued cleanliness.

Observing the neatly folded clothes and trousers in Qin Yun's suitcase, Yang Shumin couldn't help but feel envious. She envied the woman who was supposedly Qin Yun's mother, someone she had never met before, for having such an exemplary son. Although she knew that, at this moment, that woman should be envious of her, Yang Shumin couldn't help but feel envious herself.

She thought of Liu Yu, the son who had left their living space in disarray and never bothered to fold his clothes.

Why was the disparity so vast?

After sealing her suitcase, Yang Shumin didn't feel any nostalgia, nor did she wish to leave any messages behind. She left her house with a sense of liberation, feeling as though she had broken free from a cage, and made her way back to the hospital.

As for Liu Yu, she had no intentions of concerning herself with him for the time being. At least until he acknowledged his mistake, she wouldn't engage with him again.

She hadn't even thought of him, and she certainly didn't want to think of him while she had her godson by her side.

At the entrance of Jinlu Community, in a roadside restaurant, Liu Yu devoured a bowl of noodles before him.

Approximately twenty minutes had elapsed since he had left the house, and he was ravenous.

He regretted covering up those delectable dishes on the floor, as now he had to venture out to find sustenance, settling for just a bowl of noodles.

Although he was in the midst of his meal, there was no joy evident on his face. His mother and Qin Yun had not returned yet, and he was growing increasingly anxious.

Where had they gone? What was their relationship?

He didn't have an answer, but he was certain that their relationship was not that of teacher and student. This was disconcerting because it meant that someone may have taken over his home. Whether it was the place he lived before or where he currently resided, it seemed that Qin Yun may have occupied it.

Thinking this, he lost his appetite instantly. Despite there being more than half of the bowl of noodles left, he was no longer in the mood to eat.

Huh? Doesn't that woman look like my mother?

Liu Yu's eyes suddenly caught sight of a woman on the side of the road, dressed in a pale white outfit, bearing an uncanny resemblance to his mother in terms of her figure. However, she was carrying a suitcase.

He hadn't considered that it might be his mother, as she probably hadn't returned yet. It seemed unlikely that she would head out again within twenty minutes of him leaving.

But when the woman got into a car and glanced back sideways, Liu Yu was dumbfounded.

???

"Mom," he whispered absentmindedly.

A minute passed before he regained his composure.

Boom.

He slammed his fist on the table, causing it to tip over. As a result, the hot noodle soup pooled into a small, turbulent stream that flowed directly onto his lap.

"Ah."

A cry of despair escaped Liu Yu's lips, but he wasn't sure what he was lamenting.