Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!

Chapter 695 - 212: Estranged Mother and Daughter

The crystal chandelier, it’s flashy but impractical. When first installed, it’s very beautiful, but the intricate and dense pendants are hard to clean. Over time, it feels like a layer of dust has settled on those densely packed crystal pendants.

Just like... this marriage of hers. It looks high-end and glamorous, but it’s already full of dust.

Lu Xiuting changed her shoes and walked into the door, casually throwing her shawl on the sofa. Without saying a word to her husband, she directly went into the room and lay on the spacious bed.

The high-end latex mattress provided great support for her back. When she lay down, Lu Xiuting felt a slight sense of imaginary comfort in her heart—for this bed is much more comfortable than the one in the hospital.

Her mind was in a daze, as if she heard her husband’s voice outside the bedroom, along with the voice of the housemaid, Aunt Hu.

After listening for a while, Lu Xiuting, depleted of energy, gradually fell asleep.

She didn’t know how long she’d slept when the door was pushed open. Lu Xiuting opened her eyes, but the faint glimmer of expectation in her eyes extinguished when she saw that it was Aunt Hu who had entered.

"Madam, I’ve made some red sugar bird’s nest for you and added some medicine to replenish your blood and Qi. Would you like to have a taste?"

Aunt Hu was actually a local. It was said that her hometown wasn’t far from Lu Xiuting’s old home. But having worked as a maid for the Yang Family for many years, she had learned the tone of speech of maids from wealthy Port City families, just like in the TV shows.

Always addressing people as sir and madam.

Well, her accent still carried a bit of the rural county twang from the outskirts of Jinling Prefecture.

Lu Xiuting raised her eyelids, looked at the bone china bowl Aunt Hu was holding, and took it. After just one sip, she put it down and gently asked, "What about him?"

Aunt Hu seemed a bit awkward, hesitated for a moment before whispering, "Sir has gone out, saying there’s something at the company. He asked you to rest well at home."

"Will he... be back today?"

"...Sir didn’t say," Aunt Hu answered honestly.

A hint of irritation rose in Lu Xiuting’s heart—the kind that feels like something is slipping through her fingers but she’s powerless to catch it.

What was slipping away, she couldn’t quite figure out: perhaps money, marital affection, her status in the family, or... the stability of this marriage?

A trace of pity hid in Aunt Hu’s gaze towards Lu Xiuting. She leaned forward to help Lu Xiuting sit up and brought up the china bowl again, "Madam, you should drink more. I tell you, miscarriages are like sitting for postpartum recovery; if you don’t take good care of yourself, it will leave a chronic condition, and your body is already weak..."

Listening to the maid’s endless babbling, Lu Xiuting felt a bit impatient in her heart. She knew the maid meant well, but she was impatient because such well-meaning intentions couldn’t solve her immediate problems.

Her heart felt so empty!

Suddenly, as if driven by some dark emotion, a hint of decisiveness flashed in Lu Xiuting’s eyes.

She slowly sat up, got off the bed, and swiftly put on her slippers.

"I’m going out for a bit."

"Ah?"

Aunt Hu was taken aback, hurrying to discourage her, "Madam, you just got back from the hospital, it’s best to stay at home and rest, don’t go out and about, you..."

"Don’t say any more. I have matters to attend to."

Lu Xiuting gently pushed the maid aside and quickly walked into the dressing room. When she came out, she had already thrown a coat over herself.

The best car at home had been taken by her husband. Lu Xiuting quickly grabbed her own car keys, casually picked up a bag, and went out the door.

·

The car was a Mercedes-Benz, though it seemed to be an old model now, and Lu Xiuting actually didn’t like this car.

But... Yang Jiaming liked it.

It seemed that these affluent people from Port City had a peculiar preference for the Mercedes brand.

They weren’t so keen on accepting new energy vehicles and didn’t have much regard for domestic cars. Their perception of Japanese cars was just lukewarm—those were for middle-class families.

The rich in Port City, the top-tier ones liked Rolls-Royce and Bentley, while those a notch below had a fondness for Mercedes.

Yes, over there they don’t call it Mercedes, they call it [Ping Chi].

Ridiculous obsession.

Lu Xiuting actually didn’t like this kind of car, but Yang Jiaming did, and as a wealthy wife supported by her husband, she had no autonomy.

It would be one thing to be a wealthy wife supported by her husband, but the main issue was that she didn’t have any reliable family to fall back on—either they were dead or had been to prison, all from the lowly peasant background.

To be able to marry Yang Jiaming, she had solely relied on some unspeakable methods to change her fate against all odds.

Driving out of the community, Lu Xiuting opened her phone’s navigation, setting the destination to...

A villa area in the southern city of Jinling Prefecture.

Her daughter, Lu Sisi, was living there now!

·

In theory, the security at the villa area wouldn’t easily let an unfamiliar car into the community.

But... after all, Lu Xiuting was driving a Mercedes.

If she were driving a Wuling Hongguang, she wouldn’t think of entering this community today.

The security guards usually knew how to assess someone’s status. After a brief inquiry, they cheerfully opened the barrier gate. Once Lu Xiuting drove into the community and parked her car, she got out and realized she hadn’t changed her shoes when leaving.

She was still wearing a pair of home slippers.

Lu Xiuting frowned; she had previously gathered information about Lu Sisi, finding out that Lu Sisi was living here with her boyfriend, hmm, that Chen Yan, who seemed to have some peculiar skills.