Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 472 Crying

Lu Yao said, "Oh, Mom, don't worry. Your daughter isn't completely clueless. Don't worry, Mom, I will definitely study hard in the future and try to find a good job so I won't starve."

Besides, I still have you, my wonderful mother.

Ruan Yuehua said, "Don't even think about sponging off your parents. I'm exhausted from supporting you and your brother through school, and I'm counting on you two to take care of me in my old age."

Now look what's happened, I'm old and still have to work for you.

Ruan Yuehua was just an ordinary rural woman with some knowledge and a willingness to endure hardship.

At its core, it's still the same old thing—getting married and having children.

Ruan Yuehua's voice suddenly lowered, carrying a hint of weariness and helplessness.

She raised her hand and rubbed her temples, the veins under her fingertips throbbing faintly, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes appeared particularly deep.

“Yaoyao…” She took a deep breath, her tone a mixture of worry and compromise, “Mom isn’t old-fashioned, but there are some things you need to think through.”

Her gaze fell on Lu Yao's flat stomach, her brows furrowed, as if she had already foreseen some possible future.

“If that kid really cares about you, he should know what he should and shouldn’t do.” Her voice was hoarse, each word seeming to be squeezed out from deep in her throat. “Don’t let things turn out like this…”

Before she could finish speaking, Ruan Yuehua suddenly choked up, and her eyes reddened again.

She turned her face away, raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye, and when she turned back, her eyes had hardened.

"Anyway, if you dare..." she gritted her teeth, "you're still studying, don't cause a death."

Lu Yao didn't understand what her mother meant at first.

It took me a while to understand.

Lu Yao's ear tips turned bright red, her entire face instantly flushed, and even her neck was covered with a thin layer of crimson.

She lowered her head in a panic, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her pajamas, braiding the fabric into a rope.

"Mom!" She stamped her foot in embarrassment and annoyance, but her voice was barely audible.

Suddenly, I noticed that my fingernails had dug four crescent-shaped marks into my palm, and I hurriedly put my hands behind my back.

Her eyelashes trembled violently.

Caught in her mother's probing gaze, she immediately curled up her toes, and the skin of her calves peeking out from under her nightgown turned a lovely pink.

"Of course there is..." she stammered, then choked on her saliva and turned away, coughing.

Strands of hair fell down, covering her bright red ears, but they couldn't hide the spreading blush on the back of her neck.

Ruan Yuehua, however, was somewhat skeptical.

She had been young once herself and knew that young people would lose their sense of proportion when they got carried away.

"Then tell me, how did you prevent it?"

Lu Yao blushed so much that her face turned as red as a ripe peach, and even the roots of her ears burned.

She twisted her body and huffed in protest, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes: "Mom~ what are you saying!" Her voice trailed off, carrying the unique coquettishness of a young girl.

She bit her lower lip in a panic, her watery eyes filled with shyness, her eyelashes fluttering like startled butterfly wings.

Suddenly, she grabbed a pillow and covered her face, protesting in a muffled voice, "Brother Jian made me eat it all."

His voice grew softer and softer, and he almost swallowed the last few words.

Eat it?

Ruan Yuehua was clearly not expected to hear this answer, and blushed with embarrassment upon hearing it.

She was both annoyed and amused, and said in a deep voice, "You can eat that stuff? It's so dirty. You're not allowed to eat it anymore, do you hear me?"

Lu Yao said, "But Brother Jian likes me to eat it. Moreover, Brother Jian said that eating it can beautify the skin, supplement various amino acids and vitamins, and is very nourishing."

Ruan Yuehua was both amused and annoyed. She reached out and poked Lu Yao's smooth forehead: "You brat, you still know how to be shy!"

A faint red mark immediately appeared where my fingertips touched.

Lu Yao cried out "Ouch!" and covered her forehead, her eyes wide open like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Just as she was about to retort, her mother suddenly leaned closer and wiped her eye with her calloused thumb—it turned out that she had cried so hard that her false eyelashes had curled up at the edges.

"Look, your eyes are all swollen from crying."

Ruan Yuehua's voice suddenly softened, and her fingertips, wet with saliva, gently pressed down on her daughter's upturned eyelashes.

This action suddenly reminded Lu Yao of when she was a child and her mother would apply ointment to her sty in the same way.

The jade necklace had somehow returned to Lu Yao's neck, the cool gemstone pressed against her burning skin.

As Ruan Yuehua was adjusting her daughter's collar, she suddenly pinched the soft flesh on the back of her neck—a small gesture unique to mothers and daughters, which instantly brought tears to Lu Yao's eyes.

the next day.

Li Jian didn't get up until 10 a.m.

When I got up, I found it was bright outside.

In the distance, the dark green mountains rise in layers, appearing and disappearing in the thin mist, like a traditional Chinese ink painting.

The ridgeline meanders and undulates, outlining the rhythm of nature, with a few birds occasionally flying by, adding a touch of liveliness to the tranquil scenery.

Not far away, the construction site of Dingwu Building was bustling with activity, with cranes towering into the clouds and steel frames gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Workers moved swiftly across the scaffolding, and sparks from welding occasionally flew out like falling stars.

The faint roar of a pile driver drifted in, creating a striking contrast with the birdsong echoing through the mountains—

On one side is the tranquility of nature, and on the other is the hustle and bustle of human life.

"Brother Jian, you're awake?"

At the doorway, Lu Yao stood there gracefully, the morning light filtering through the sheer curtains and casting a soft glow on her silhouette.

She was wearing a pale yellow dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her restless little movements, like a forsythia bud about to bloom.

Sunlight danced in her hair, turning her chestnut-colored hair into a honey-golden brown.

She leaned against the doorframe with one hand, the pale pink pearlescent nail polish on her fingernails shimmering as she tapped.

With her other hand, she unconsciously twirled the ends of her hair that were hanging over her shoulder, making them into small circles.

The jade necklace gleamed with a lustrous sheen between her collarbones, making her skin appear as white as fresh snow.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyelashes casting a fan-shaped shadow under her eyes, and a faint, hesitant smile played at the corners of her mouth.

Her right toes lightly touched the ground, revealing her toes painted with the same color nail polish through her strappy sandals, like a primary school student waiting for a grade.

What's most captivating are her eyes—filled with three parts shyness and seven parts anticipation, glistening like a fawn in the forest.

When she noticed Li Jian looking at her, she suddenly raised her hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, drawing a shimmering arc in the morning light.

Li Jian walked out of the room, looked at the empty living room, and asked, "Where's Aunt Hua?"

Lu Yao said, "My mom went out early this morning. She said she took a casual job near Dingwu Building."

Li Jian asked, "Where's Bo-zai?"

“Bo-zai went with my mom. My mom said he always plays computer games at home and has ruined his eyesight, so she took him out to see some distance.”