Reborn: Instead of Chasing the School Beauty, I Chased Her Mother Chapter 239: 112 Crossing the line, Jiang Xian's charming bl

After a while, Jiang Xian turned on the orange lamp.

Then she opened up the collection of stories, savoring the tales within.

"What will happen to Xiao Yan and ..."

Jiang Xian's pair of snow-white beautiful legs curled together, as she continuously thought about Li Zhiyan's appearance.

This child, truly, could never be absent from her life.

Her relationship with him had already developed to this point, so could things still co to a stop?

anwhile, Su ngchen was also awake, although she usually went to sleep around nine o'clock.

But today, Li Zhiyan's words echoed non-stop in her head...

Do her legs really look so good?

For years, what she loathed most in her heart was her slightly la leg.

"If I dated Li Zhiyan, would he really not mind it?"

Su ngchen's inferiority complex was deeply rooted and not sothing that could be dispelled montarily.

However, she truly had started to like Li Zhiyan.

But for her to suddenly be together with Li Zhiyan, she still found it sowhat difficult.

Her acceptance of things was always incredibly slow.

...

That night, many people did not sleep.

Yin Qiang's mother, Yin Xueyang, was one of those who stayed awake.

Li Zhiyan always felt her ID ant sothing.

At the mont, she was dwelling on her son being bullied, and the punishnt for Li Zhiyan was already issued.

Now, she was just waiting for the school's notification.

For Yin Xueyang, her son was the mainstay of her life.

Thus, she indulged him even when he went too far in school.

Thinking of Li Zhiyan, her heart still held so hatred that made her teeth itch, and it was deep into the night when suddenly Yin Xueyang noticed a sll.

It was an accident; she had wet her pants once again.

For a long ti, Yin Xueyang had an embarrassing ailnt—when emotionally agitated, she'd suffer from incontinence. She tried many hospitals, to no avail.

Fortunately, this was in her own bedroom.

After changing into a new set of clothes, she wished there was a miracle-working Hua Tuo alive who could cure her condition, as being a patient suffering from this was truly unbearable.

"Is there such a skilled traditional Chinese dicine practitioner in the world who can cure difficult and complicated diseases?"

Yin Xueyang looked at her three fingers and thought, then she also slowly lay down to rest. It was ti to relax, she had business matters to attend to tomorrow.

...

At this mont, Zhou Rongrong's best friend, Wu Qingxian, was squatting in her room, taking a bath.

The apartnt she rented was one of those old residential buildings.

There was no water heater in the room; she normally used a kettle to boil water.

Then poured the water into a basin...

Bathing with a towel, which was very inconvenient, although such a difficult life still held hope for her...

Her son was already in his second year of college, and in two more years, he could graduate and find a job to support her.

By now, she had also saved nearly three hundred thousand yuan for him.

She planned to find a place to make a down paynt soon, preparing for Zhang Honglei's future wedding house.

Wu Qingxian earned a low inco, and the nearly three hundred thousand yuan of savings were accumulated over the years after barely covering living expenses.

After the bath, she approached the worn out wardrobe.

Looking at the few old cheongsams inside, she picked one to wear.

Even though the clothing was old, it still perfectly accentuated her figure and fair skin.

Just out of the bath, she looked exceptionally attractive with the charm of a gorgeous mature woman.

Just then, a knock at the door sounded.

Wu Qingxian felt a surge of excitent—could it be her son had co ho?

Normally, even on Sundays, Zhang Honglei was unwilling to co ho.

What was different about today that he had taken the initiative to visit? Could it be that he missed her?

It seed that her son indeed cared about his mother deep down.

After opening the door...

Indeed, the son she had missed stood before her eyes.

"Son, you've lost weight. Is the food in the school not good?"

"Otherwise, from now on, you could just co ho to eat."

Zhang Honglei didn't speak. Wu Qingxian worked in this area just for his well-being and rented an apartnt. Normally, it would be an incredibly touching gesture.

But Zhang Honglei wasn't moved. If he ate at ho, then his monthly living allowance would drop from over a thousand yuan to just four hundred.

What could he do with four hundred yuan of spending money?

Therefore, Zhang Honglei adamantly stayed away from ho.

"Mom, I want to buy a pair of shoes. Give money."

Hearing her son ask for money, Wu Qingxian's eyes filled with distress.

Asking for money for education or to do sothing worthwhile would definitely receive her approval.

After all, she would do anything for her son's well-being.

But he always wanted money for clothes, easily costing four or five hundred a piece, which was unbearable on a monthly salary of a bit more than four thousand.

She had no other support.

Neither did she have an exceptional son like Zhou Rongrong, and hoping for her son to marry and have children seed like an incredibly difficult task.

"How much?"

Although it pained her, this was her only son. If it was for a pair of shoes costing a few hundred...