Chapter 283: Beauty Like a Flower (20)
Once everyone had left, only the mother and daughter remained in the room.
A strange tranquility spread, and Little could even hear the faint, delicate sound of the needle weaving through the silk.
"So?" Rou Niang asked, "What do you want to say?"
"Are you not going to do anything about his situation?" Little asked.
Her bright eyes stared intently at Rou Niang, not missing a single change in her expression.
Rou Niang showed no expression and did not reply, lowering her head to caress her gradually swelling belly.
"Do you think this one will be a boy?" Rou Niang asked.
Although she had always emphasized that it would be a boy, deep down she knew it was impossible to be certain.
"I don't know," Little said.
The light in her eyes had gradually dimmed.
"I've miscarried too many times. Everyone in this back courtyard doesn't want me to give birth..."
"Even your Miss Liu said it would be hard for me to get pregnant again, so this one is my only hope now." Rou Niang, tears in her eyes, gently stroked her belly, "If I can't give birth again..."
She slowly raised her head, looked at Little, and with tears streaming down her face, said earnestly, "If it doesn't work out again, will you help me, okay?"
Little walked out of the room, her eyes dim and lifeless, even somewhat dazed.
It was a scorching summer day in June, yet she felt a chilling cold all over, as if she had fallen into an ice cavern.
Rou Niang's words still echoed in her mind.
"You must help me, you must help him!"
"He is Mother's savior, he pulled us out of the mud, and he gave you such a good life, fine clothes and food, and the chance to read and write. You must learn to be grateful."
"You can't be so heartless!"
Every word, every sentence, was like a knife twisting in her heart, one after another.
In the end, she didn't know what to say, or what she could say.
She could only remind her to remember to take her medicine, and then fled in a panic.
But her suffering, in the eyes of many, was a form of enjoyment.
This kind of conspiracy between mother and daughter was very interesting.
On the Star Network, there was another burst of laughter and cheers, with gifts flying everywhere in a celebratory frenzy.
...
Snake Taoist watched and spat.
This rotten show was making a fortune again.
Watching it made his chest ache, feeling as if he was about to explode with Qi.
One of the Little Tentacles behind his head also formed into a tiny fist, waving up and down to show its anger.
Snake Taoist calmed his emotions and checked the time.
Immediately, another string of crude curses, the kind that would be censored if put online.
"Damn it, it's so late already!"
"To hell with this rotten show, it made me forget to sleep!"
"I'm old now, not like these young kids, I can't stay up all night online."
Snake Taoist was used to being alone, so talking to himself was a common occurrence.
Muttering to himself, his tail rolled over some calming medicine, and he popped one.
Thinking of that disgusting Lu Shousheng and Little brewing calming medicine for him, Snake Taoist felt a pang of sadness at having to just take these cold, standardized Federal pills.
After taking the medicine, he should be able to get a good night's sleep.
Snake Taoist lay down on the bed, grabbed the main control panel, and turned off all the lights.
However, Snake Taoist had night vision, so he still found it a bit too bright and had to put on the silk eye mask he had specially bought.
It was said that this eye mask was woven by the silkworm sisters with their delicate tongues, and wearing it could resist aging and smooth out wrinkles around the eyes.
As soon as Snake Taoist saw this advertisement playing online, he immediately placed an order without hesitation.
He cherished his face the most.
After using it for a while, Snake Taoist felt that the effect was indeed good, and his wrinkles seemed to have smoothed out a bit, so he excitedly left a comment.
While commenting, Snake Taoist was delighted, but then he looked closely at the comment section and saw many negative reviews, saying it was a scam.
Snake Taoist quickly closed the page.
If he didn't see it, it was effective.
Putting on the eye mask, Snake Taoist immediately felt his body and mind relax, and he felt as if tongues were caressing the area around his eyes.
It was a bit strange... but comfortable.
However, perhaps because he had been taking calming medicine for too many years and had developed a tolerance, Snake Taoist couldn't fall asleep right away.
In the darkness, Snake Taoist was half-asleep, half-awake.
Drip, drip, drip.
It was the sound of water dripping.
Coming from the bathroom.
It seemed the faucet was open.
A very faint sound, but in the complete absence of vision, it was exceptionally clear.
Snake Taoist initially wanted to ignore it, but the sound seemed to become clearer and more frequent.
It felt as if it was dripping from his ears into his brain, then like tiny knives poking into his brain, making him restless.
This damned calming medicine was becoming more and more useless!
Snake Taoist cursed in his heart, angrily tearing off the eye mask.
Darkness enveloped the room, but to Snake Taoist, everything was perfectly clear.
He angrily crawled off the bed, literally crawled.
He was even too lazy to stand up and walk, slithering towards the bathroom in a prone position.
Drip, drip, drip.
The sound grew louder.
He looked up and froze, letting the sound drip into his heart.
He confirmed he hadn't seen wrong.
Stiff and frozen, he watched a shadow hanging in mid-air in the bathroom, trembling all over.
That shadow inexplicably overlapped with the hanging female ghost in the advertisement, except this was pure black, while that female ghost had white clothes and dark hair.
In comparison, all the details of that female ghost were etched into Snake Taoist's mind, filling him with fear.
Hesitating, Snake Taoist dared not enter.
Drip, drip, drip.
Drops of black water dripped from the long black shadow, falling onto the floor.
Snake Taoist lay on the floor, clearly seeing a puddle of black liquid already accumulated on the ground, with drops of water falling from above, creating tiny splashes.
What was this?
Something clicked in his mind, and Snake Taoist's body turned icy cold. Was this... blood?
He remembered some movies he had once filmed.
Although crudely made, they used a lot of blood, as there was no shortage of fresh blood in this era.
If left for too long, blood would oxidize into this black color.
Did that mean...
Snake Taoist's gaze moved upwards inch by inch...
What was hanging there... was it a corpse?
Snake Taoist was terrified by his own thought.
His actions were faster than his mind, and he quickly shrank back, retreating.
Sliding on the floor, he retreated all the way to the sofa, then Snake Taoist cautiously peeked towards the bathroom.
Drip, drip, drip.
That damned dripping sound still hadn't stopped.
Snake Taoist curled up in fear, and in his terror, his tail became visible, accidentally sweeping the remote control for the light screen.
Behind him, with a zapping sound, the light screen suddenly brightened.
Snake Taoist shuddered in fright, hearing Professor Ke saying something about the entire transformation plan progressing steadily, and how Little was becoming increasingly gloomy, especially after seeing her mother hang herself in the room in despair after giving birth to a daughter...
Hang herself?
Hang herself!
Looking at the swaying black shadow in the bathroom, its long robe motionless, dark liquid flowing down.
Snake Taoist let out a wail, losing his balance, his tail unconsciously exerting force, causing his body to shoot backward.
The room wasn't large, the distance from the sofa to the wall wasn't far, and with Snake Taoist's long tail, this recoil caused the back of his head to hit the wall heavily.
Under the impact, he felt dizzy.
And with the calming medicine finally taking effect, Snake Taoist softly collapsed against the wall.
Like a half-dead snake.
The sound from the bathroom did not stop.
Drip, drip, drip.
