Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 14

In the room, the silence was so profound that only the sound of the pattering rain outside could be clearly heard.

Dr. Du, a middle-aged Beta woman in a white coat, had just finished re-bandaging Luan Yenan’s head and was giving out instructions for care.

The lady stood beside her, holding Zuo Baixuan’s hand, anxiously asking Dr. Du, “Are these all the precautions? Can she still lie down to sleep at night?”

“Of course, it’s better to lie on her side. You should have some experience from last night after the injury, right?” Dr. Du smiled and looked at Zuo Baixuan.

She was eager to build a good relationship with the new member of the family.

Dr. Du had been working for the Luan family for several years.

This young lady had caused her no small amount of trouble with her frequent headaches and fevers.

Or rather, she couldn’t remember a single time when she had been treated kindly.

Today, when she was called by the servants to bandage Luan Yenan’s head wound, she was filled with unease.

There was a time when this person had a scraped knee, and when she tried to treat it, she was kicked to the ground by Luan Yenan’s other foot for causing pain.

The head?

The head!

When Dr. Du arrived, she was practically prepared for the worst.

But unexpectedly, Luan Yenan was unusually cooperative today.

She followed all the instructions, didn’t complain of pain, and even agreed to all the medical advice.

What kind of good day was today?

Dr. Du’s gaze shifted to the side.

Her eyes lit up.

A girl in a white dress, draped with a light green sun-protective jacket, flashed a bright and friendly smile.

The damp and sultry air seemed to be dispelled by this smile.

Was this the reason!

Dr. Du felt as if she had grasped a lifeline.

Zuo Baixuan hadn’t expected that she would need to comfort the lady while also dealing with the doctor.

At that moment, a stern questioning voice came from upstairs.

“What’s going on? Brat, have you been causing trouble again?”

Luan Yenan looked up.

It was the “old woman,” the original body’s Alpha mother, the CEO of the international leading information technology company “Frontend,” Luan Muyin.

Also…

Luan Yenan’s gaze swept over the lady and then returned to the woman descending from the second floor.

She wasn’t tall for an Alpha, and her figure was far from robust. Her slim body was neatly clad in a business suit, everything about her meticulously arranged.

Yet, she complemented the simply dressed lady perfectly.

Not to mention, the lady was looking at Luan Muyin with gentle eyes as she descended step by step, explaining, “Yenan has been very good today, she hasn’t caused any trouble.”

“Xingxing, you always stick up for this brat. But this brat still refuses to call you Mommy!” Luan Muyin’s face was full of tenderness when facing the lady, but when she looked at Luan Yenan, it was as if she owed her five million.

Considering the amount the original body sold company secrets for, it might be more than five million.

Luan Yenan pursed her lips.

Her throat still trembled slightly.

Xingxing.

That was her mother’s name.

Her mother’s full name was Luan Xing.

Her mother had told her that the character “Ye” in her name was chosen in the hope that her star could light up her night sky.

But this only light of her childhood, due to violence and severe malnutrition, took a sharp turn for the worse after that incident.

She didn’t last much longer before she passed away.

That man showed no remorse, even thought it was bad luck, and simply wrapped her body in a straw mat and left it in the wild, placing some rotten fruit as offerings.

Only the little girl would go to keep vigil for her mother every night, guarding her increasingly unkempt mother. Crying and crying until she had no more tears, her eyes swollen.

She prayed to the heavens to bring her mother back to life, but received no response.

She prayed to the heavens to let her mother live a good life in a world without pain, not knowing if it was granted.

Day and night, she didn’t know how many days passed.

Finally, a hunter from the neighboring village, lost and passing by, couldn’t bear to see it and helped the little girl bury her mother.

This hunter also secretly gave the frail little girl some money, hoping the child could live a better life.

What he didn’t know was that the little girl’s family wasn’t without money. It’s just that the man never gave her or her mother a single cent.

He even restricted their freedom.

If her mother ever had the slightest thought of leaving the village, the villagers would inform the man and his relatives.

And then it would be another round of beatings.

The little girl thought that perhaps leaving this world would be a form of liberation for her mother. At least it would be freer than when she was alive.

Similarly, for the little girl, it was the same. After her mother left, she had no more attachment to this world. No more restraints.

Anything would do.

After all, nothing could be worse than now.

She pocketed the small amount of change she had, taking advantage of the man’s superstition that the corpse was bad luck and would never come to this wild land, and too lazy to send someone to watch over his worthless daughter. Even confident that such a little girl couldn’t run far.

The little girl took advantage of the night and followed the path, escaping from this disgusting family and backward village.

The moonlight was bright that night, and the stars in the sky watched over her.

She was grateful that she had always been interested in the outside world.

And her mother had always patiently answered her many questions. Even actively teaching her to read maps and road signs.

She often thought that her mother must have also constantly thought about escaping from this cage. Now that she had run away, her mother could rest in peace.

The little girl struggled along the mountain path and onto the highway, hiding and hitchhiking along the way.

Sometimes deceiving, sometimes acting, getting the uncles and aunts driving by to give her a lift.

Who knows what kind of willpower it took.

A five or six-year-old girl traveled south, passing through several cities, and before she was about to faint from hunger, she found an orphanage and settled herself in.

When the police came to ask questions, she only cried and made no fuss, answering nothing.

The internet wasn’t developed back then, and abandoning baby girls wasn’t uncommon, so the police couldn’t find any leads and eventually treated her as an abandoned girl.

When changing her identity information, she gave herself a new name.

Luan, using her mother’s surname.

Ye, using the character her mother had chosen.

Finally, she changed the character “Nan” in her name, which carried the meaning of attracting a “male” child, to “Nan,” symbolizing her escape to the south.

While others’ dawn is in the east, her dawn was in the south.

Luan Yenan was reborn on that day over twenty years ago.

Luan Yenan’s gaze fixed unwaveringly on Luan Xing.

Although she couldn’t be sure yet if the person before her was her mother, there was a possibility.

Her mother might have been by her side all along, until she gained a new life and lived well, before peacefully crossing over to this world.

And the original body mentioned on social media, “My stepmother always pretends to be nice to me, it’s such disgusting hypocrisy.”

This is not hypocrisy!

This is the instinct to be good to her daughter even without memory.

It’s the obsession that crosses time and space, over mountains and seas. Without memory, but with instinct.

Luan Yenan didn’t know if her wild thoughts were correct, but just having the room for such speculation was a gift from fate.

She walked forward in small steps, cautiously approaching Luan Xing.

Luan Muyin, who was continuing to scold Luan Yenan, was startled by the latter’s action, almost thinking the brat was going to be as rude as usual. She jumped down from the steps, completely disregarding her CEO image, and rushed over quickly.

But unexpectedly, Luan Yenan threw herself into Luan Xing’s arms, like a child who hadn’t felt maternal love for a long time, seeking some comfort after being hurt.

Zuo Baixuan, watching Luan Xing gently pat Luan Yenan’s back, felt a pang of envy.

It had been many years since she had been held like that.

Author’s Note:

Some people spend their whole lives healing from their childhood.

The character ‘男’ (nán) meaning attracting a ‘male’ child.

The character ‘南’ (nán), meaning ‘south,’ symbolizing her escape to the south.

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