She Lives without Regret in This Life

Chapter 279: Chapter 284: Call Sheng An Over

She had a crystal-clear understanding of the situation at home. Not to mention coming up with five thousand yuan, even five hundred yuan was absolutely impossible.

Could her mom be thinking of ways to marry off An’an again?

It wasn’t impossible; she had done it once before to get her into the union, and now, to pay off debts, she could really do it again!

This speculation made Sheng Ning’s entire body break out in goosebumps. No, she had to get to the bottom of this.

Where did this money come from? Had it been paid back or not? If it had, where did the money come from? It wasn’t like it had washed up in a flood.

Five thousand yuan doesn’t just appear out of thin air!

Sheng Ning neatly folded the letter and put it back into the envelope, then took out some writing paper to start her reply. Her letter was not for Sheng Laosan, even less for Shen Luhua.

Because this was just her guess, speaking out without confirmation would only hurt her mom’s heart. Besides, even if her mom did do it, it would have been for her, and she couldn’t be more critical of her.

All she could do was try her best to prevent it, to safeguard An’an’s happiness.

So her letter was to An’an, urging her to come to the city after the New Year was over! Selling bean sprouts back in their rural hometown was no solution, with no prospects for development.

In the city, there were more ways to make money, and more importantly, she could enroll in night school. It would be even better if she could make it into a university.

In the letter, she painted a beautiful picture of the urban scenery, believing that An’an’s curiosity was too great to resist such temptation.

She had to bring An’an to her side first, cut the ground from under one’s feet, to prevent past tragedies from recurring.

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After finishing the letter, Sheng Ning knitted for a while. Her knitting speed was three times that of Zhang Hongmei’s, and now she had quite the knack for it, knitting for an hour before bedtime each day, estimating that it would take less than half a month to finish a sweater.

Wu Youli, holding a script, actually burst into tears at the end.

“What’s the matter?” Zhang Hongmei was shocked into a daze.

“What are you reading so intently!” Chen Huaying’s bunk was above hers; she could reach Wu Youli’s bed with an outstretched hand and snatched the script directly.

“Wu wu wu… I’m so moved, I really like the heroine!” Wu Youli, wiping her tears with her sleeve, said unclearly: “This author is amazing, truly talented, I must marry him someday.”

Zhang Hongmei was stunned by her bold statement, finding it hard to imagine the educated and usually gentle and reserved Wu Youli being this unrestrained.

Speaking of which, everyone in their dorm was outstanding and excellent. Only she was quietly inconspicuous, a mere ugly duckling, even Qin Cuifen was chosen for Hope Field, but she was left out.

“Blood Rose!” Chen Huaying read the name on the script softly.

Sheng Ning, who was knitting, paused for a moment, then a subtle smile appeared on her face. It seemed that although Su Hai was despicable, he kept his word after all.

Wu Youli had indeed been cast in this play.

What a silly girl, the play was written for her in the first place, of course, it would move her. There she was, tears streaming down like rain.

“Rebirth?” Chen Huaying saw the signature “Rebirth” at the bottom and read it slowly, “This name is so strange! Rebirth… Rebirth… but the more I say it, the more meaningful it seems.”

Sheng Ning covered her mouth, snickering to avoid laughing out loud, even covering her face with a small part of the partially knitted sweater.