Volume 1 Hello, Lu Mingfei Chapter 15 Lu Mingfei (Part 2)
If Lu Mingfei talked back at this time, her aunt's face would change immediately. She would jump up and point at her and say, "I have worked hard to raise you for so many years. I have done nothing but work hard. Did I give you less food or clothes? Why are you so stubborn? Why did I raise such an ungrateful person like you? Children from other families should at least know how to be good to their families, but you treat your family as your enemy!" As she spoke, she started to cry and wipe her tears. The noise was as loud as a pig being slaughtered.
Uncle and Lu Mingze could see that it was Auntie's usual trick of pretending to cry, but they were a family, so they had to give some face to the crying housewife. Uncle hugged his wife and comforted her while secretly winking at Lu Mingfei, so Lu Mingfei had to admit her mistake on the spot, bowed and apologized, and the matter was put to rest.
Adults are like this. Many times they are not right and they know it is their fault, but they never bow their heads to apologize. They just get angry and act like a spoiled brat, yelling and pretending to be furious, and they can cover up everything. What can children do with them? They are your parents, your relatives. They really provide you with food and drink and raise you up, so whatever they say is right. If you resist, it must be your fault.
Lu Mingfei had spent nearly half of her life in this place that was neither home nor place, and she had known her aunt's temper very well. As long as she didn't argue with her or go against her, she was easy to get along with most of the time, except that she had a common problem among menopausal women, and she liked to take advantage of others.
Lu Mingfei occasionally wondered if she would become such a bitter and stingy woman , but the answer was always no. A girl who lived under someone else's roof and depended on her relatives for her life had no right to pursue love, and of course no one would like her.
Since no one likes it, there is no way to talk about the future.
When they were almost home, Lu Mingfei put on her glasses again. With the lenses covering her eyes, her eyes that seemed to hide the clear spring water under the moonlight looked less conspicuous. She became a girl who looked rustic even when wearing the uniform of an aristocratic middle school. It was not that she had not learned how to dress up, but that she did not want to and dared not to dress up. Wearing jewelry and beautiful dresses and blinging was never something she had in common with at the age of fifteen.
Finally leaving the corridor, Lu Mingfei stood in front of her home, panting from exhaustion. She deliberately made her wet hair even more messy and twisted the hem of her skirt to make it look as if water would drip down when she walked.
This somewhat old residential complex actually has an old elevator, which is so old that people can feel a sudden shake under their feet when they get in. Lu Mingfei was very tired but still insisted on taking the elevator because she needed to disguise herself as an unlucky girl who had been soaked in the rain all night, so that her aunt would just scold her a few times and then let her life go.
Lu Mingfei took out the key and opened the door. Auntie was sitting in the living room with her legs crossed and her arms folded across her chest. She glanced at him. Lu Mingfei suddenly felt like a monk who had strayed into Lion Camel Ridge. She secretly called out to her auntie three times, "Please spare my life, my auntie." Normally, at this time of day, Auntie would be watching TV series, but now the TV was not on at all. It was obvious that she was going to call her to task.
"Good morning, Auntie..." Lu Mingfei whispered, hunching over to change her shoes to avoid looking into those eyes that seemed to be able to shoot laser cannons.
"You know it's morning now, don't you?" Aunt said in a sarcastic tone, her voice sounding like a combination of Eunuch Li from the East Factory and Rong Mama from the Queen's side. "You've grown up, little girl, and you've become more independent, right? You think I can't control you anymore, and you're getting bolder and bolder. How old are you to learn to stay out all night without even calling?"
"It's not that I didn't fight on purpose, it's that I didn't have the chance..." Lu Mingfei defended herself in a low voice.
"What place is there in the middle of nowhere, with no village or store, and not even a telephone line?"
"On the elevated road." Lu Mingfei explained, "I didn't bring an umbrella yesterday. Chu Zihang saw me and asked his driver to pick me up and give me a ride. The road was very congested, so the driver took the elevated road to hurry. Unexpectedly, the elevated road was closed not long after he got on. The typhoon was blowing loudly, and we didn't dare to drive the car. There was not much signal on the phone. We stayed in the car all night, and in the morning the police sent someone to call a tow truck to tow the car off the elevated road before we got out. A lot of people had the same experience. There will definitely be a report on local TV today. Maybe you can see Chu Zihang and I."
When Lu Mingfei was accompanying Chu Zihang at the viaduct exit, she did see the reporter and so she deliberately moved away for a while and leaned over to that side so that she could appear in the corner of the camera. With her aunt's narrow-minded temper, it would definitely not be so easy to believe, but Lu Mingfei has been committed to playing the role of a good girl who studies hard and obeys at home for so many years, and has never made any trouble. Even if the aunt really wanted to verify it and watched TV, she would only find that Lu Mingfei was really at the viaduct scene.
"With Chu Zihang?" It seemed as if two streams of dark energy could be exhaled from my aunt's nose, and she pronounced the words very heavily.
She knew Chu Zihang. Lu Mingze had talked about him at the dinner table. He was the recognized male idol of Shilan Middle School. His father was a wealthy local business tycoon. He had to wait in line for dinner. In Lu Mingze's words, he was the male lead in an idol drama. If not 90% or 80% of the girls in the school wanted to pursue Chu Zihang, he would not even look at them. He would definitely study abroad in the future. Maybe he would marry a Dubai princess to be worthy of Chu Zihang's status.
Would this kind of boy take the initiative to invite Lu Mingfei to take his car?
The aunt looked Lu Mingfei up and down. The girl's mother was Qiao Weini and her father was Lu Lincheng. The aunt had seen them both. Although she was not convinced, they were a perfect match, and they were both archaeologists with important responsibilities. Naturally, it was not her turn to object. She could only envy and hate them.
It stands to reason that with such god-level parents, the daughter must be a stunning beauty. But Lu Mingfei is not a girl that catches people's eyes. Although she is neat and tidy, there is nothing special about her.
This feeling is like the girl that every class has in any era, with above-average grades and average looks, hiding in the crowd like ice melting in water, not noticeable at all. As the days passed after graduation, I gradually forgot about this person, and the only people I could remember were the noisy little idiots and class monitors in the class, who were either good-looking or had outstanding personalities. It was only when I took a look at the graduation photo many years later that I suddenly realized that there was such a girl in our class at that time.
