She Lives without Regret in This Life

”What’s wrong, wife? Why are you standing there dumbfounded?”

”I’m... I’m just overwhelmed.” Zhu Meihua wiped away her tears, standing in front of Gu Yunbo, unable to take a step forward.

Ping Guo Fei teased, ”Weren’t you longing to bring the child back? Why don’t you recognize her now?”

Gu Yunbo found it hard to resist sneering, as no one knew Zhu Meihua’s thoughts better than she did. She’s undoubtedly full of regret now, overwhelmed with guilt and fear.

Regretting bringing her husband back here.

Guilty for plotting against her mother in order to return to the city, dirtying her reputation.

Afraid of what she knows, that she might reveal her actions from back then.

This woman is both ruthless and pitiful.

”Child, you’ve suffered.” Zhu Meihua finally overcame her inner turmoil and warmly grasped Gu Yunbo’s hand.

However, Gu Yunbo instinctively shook off her hand, her eyebrows slightly furrowed in disgust. Her heart was conflicted, as the enemy stood before her, even though she had had her revenge in her previous life, she still couldn’t remain calm.

She needed time to process her feelings, and also time to decide what she planned for Zhu Meihua.

”This child...” Ping Guo Fei was somewhat displeased, his wife was so kind to the friend’s daughter, feeling sorry for her and bringing her home to raise her as their own daughter, yet she acted so ungrateful.

”Don’t blame Yunbo, Guo Fei, she just lost her mom, she must be in so much pain.”

”Not just, she’s been dead for four years now.” Gu Yunbo coldly said.

The warmth on Zhu Meihua’s face froze, ”Sorry, Aunt was late, how have you been these years?”

”Living off others’ food!” Gu Yunbo stared at her, taking a step forward, fixing her eyes on Zhu Meihua: ”Do you know how my mom died? Do you know how she’s lived these past fourteen years?”

Zhu Meihua, already feeling guilty, trembled all over at the mere thought, having also learned a bit when she inquired. She didn’t dare utter a word.

”Enough! Yun Bo, you’re too rude, apologize to Aunt Zhu.” Ping Guo Fei shouted, taking on the aura of the man of the house, ”Meihua owes you nothing, nor does she owe your mom.” Ever since he first saw her, he’d been disliking this girl, too gloomy, too sharp.

But due to his wife’s constant urging, hoping to adopt her, it was also a way to account for the deceased friend.

His wife clearly meant well, how could she act so ungrateful.

Gu Yunbo stood stubbornly in place, with her original personality she’d never have said those words. Whether it was because of her rebirth, her change, or her young age, she said them in a very immature way.

”Guo Fei, don’t be angry, Yunbo didn’t mean it, I know she’s suffering inside.” Zhu Meihua said, bursting into tears, ”Actually, I’m suffering inside too.”

”Apologize, you must apologize.” The more his wife spoke like that, the angrier Ping Guo Fei became. He could suffer grievances himself, but would never allow his wife to bear even a trace of grievance.

Gu Yunbo looked at Ping Guo Fei with a dark gaze.

Do you know the real name of the woman who wrote you a letter back then is Gu Weiwei?

She pressed her lips, under Zhu Meihua’s fearful gaze, performing a perfect ninety-degree bow. Her slender waist executing the most refined upper-class social etiquette.

A fraction lower would be too humble, a fraction higher too perfunctory.

A seventeen-year-old girl, as beautiful as a flower.

Zhu Meihua’s heart was both complex and sad, looking at Gu Yunbo as if looking at Gu Weiwei. That talented girl who stunned the whole school back then, if she’d known Weiwei’s daughter resembled her so, she certainly wouldn’t have brought her back.