Inside the BMW Z4, Meng Qingyu felt somewhat exhausted.
Today she had gone to a concert with Chen Bodong, and her experience wasn’t particularly good; she also started to develop a growing aversion to this man.
When she was under 19, the reason she followed Yiyi’s father was because she felt that she had become worldly after meeting him.
He showed her a different world and let her experience a different life.
And indeed, once a person has seen much of the world, they can never go back.
Why do modern people live more and more painfully?
It’s because on the internet you can enrich your knowledge, you can see many things that your social class wouldn’t come across in real life, but you have to return to reality and experience the disparity.
Meng Qingyu had thought that after so many years, she had grown accustomed to the difference between her past and present.
But clearly, it is difficult.
Just as Meng Yiyi thought, her mother had indeed changed over the years.
As she aged, she actually started to fancy handsome young men and wanted to experience that sweet love with young people.
Perhaps because she had never had such experiences in her life.
But embarrassingly, although she was already a 38-year-old mature woman, how many young handsome men could possibly catch her eye?
To her, most of them seemed like fancy but empty pillowcases.
The BMW Z4 made a U-turn in front of the neighborhood gate and after turning around, she saw a Land Rover parked ahead with a young man in a black coat standing under the streetlight next to it, smoking.
This person, whether in looks or temperament, could indeed capture the opposite sex’s attention instantly.
From an outsider’s perspective, Cheng Zhu was indeed far superior to Chen Bodong.
Pretty boys rely on makeup, hairstyles, wearing high imitation...
But Cheng Zhu’s demeanor of being content and nonchalant is completely different.
This made Meng Qingyu take another look.
Strangely, she noticed that the young man also turned his head at that moment, looking in her direction.
The reason was simple, Cheng Zhu was paying attention to vehicles entering the complex, wondering if Aunt Meng had come back?
Especially such a typical mistress’s luxury car, it was hard for him not to notice.
A man with a good attitude is different, daring to seduce an underage girl to a concert, being ambiguous, and still having the nerve to smoke at the entrance of her neighborhood.
And seeing the girl’s mother returning, he even pressed his luck by openly glancing over.
After looking at the young man once more, Meng Qingyu drove into the complex.
After arriving home, she glanced at the shoes while taking hers off and saw her daughter’s shoes neatly placed beside the shoe cabinet, indicating she was at home.
"Yiyi," she called out, but received no response.
Meng Qingyu headed towards her daughter’s room and faintly heard the sound of running water from the bedroom bathroom.
Yiyi had been in the bathroom, sending WeChat messages to Cheng Zhu.
She was brushing her teeth and sending her own candid photos because Cheng Zhu hadn’t replied.
Hearing her mother’s voice, she typed one-handed: "Ah! My mom is back!"
"Knock knock knock." The sound of knocking on the door rang.
"Yiyi, are you taking a bath?"
She opened the door, toothbrush in hand: "Not yet, Mom, I just started washing up."
Meng Qingyu took a look at her and hesitated to speak.
On the way back, she had thought about it, feeling that Feng Hui talked a lot. Having bumped into her while going out with her boyfriend to a concert, she would surely tell Yiyi.
Therefore, she felt that Yiyi probably already knew that she had lied to her.
But her daughter had always been since she was little.
She wouldn’t take the initiative to say anything, nor would she get angry.
This, in turn, made her feel very bad about herself.
"Um, Mom actually went out with Chen Bodong today," she suddenly spoke up.
"But I won’t contact him anymore," she immediately added.
Upon hearing this, Yiyi didn’t say anything, just nodded lightly.
This behavior also indirectly indicated that she indeed already knew.
Then Yiyi put down the toothbrush and began to rinse her mouth.
After gargling, she admitted, "I’m sorry, Mom, I lied to you too, actually Huihui didn’t have dinner with me today, she went to the Zhou Jielun concert."
Meng Qingyu looked at her daughter; she had always been this way, maintaining a proper demeanor after making a mistake.
"So, you were covering for her?" Meng Qingyu asked.
"Yeah," Yiyi replied softly, her head bowed low.
Meng Qingyu sighed and said, "Don’t worry about it, let’s pretend I didn’t see anything today."
"Really?" Yiyi looked up feigning surprise.
This somewhat amused the elegant mature woman: "What else? Go tell your class teacher, or tell her parents?"
"Don’t, don’t, she would hate me to death," Yiyi said.
Meng Qingyu glanced at her daughter. She always felt Yiyi had a somewhat people-pleasing personality.
She used to think that wasn’t good, that it made her easy to bully.
But then, Yiyi seemed never to have been bullied, at least she had never mentioned it, and Meng Qingyu had never found out either.
Regarding Feng Hui’s puppy love, Meng Qingyu didn’t say much.
She knew she was the last person qualified to comment.
She had been the other woman before, and Yiyi was, in a sense, an illegitimate daughter; both mother and daughter were well aware of this.
But there was still something she wanted to ask.
"You’re not dating anyone, are you?" Meng Qingyu looked at her and asked.
"Ah? No, I’m not," Yiyi replied, looking surprised.
Meng Qingyu nodded and finally just said, "Go ahead and wash up."