My Evil Cinderella: Taming A Villainous Wife - Chapter 280

Lu Mello was surprised by the sudden question his daughter asked which made her look at her with wide eyes.

Lu Xuelan clenched her fists tightly as she forced herself to look at her father. Her eyes were filled with tears and pain. Just by seeing this room, she knew how much her father must have loved her mother. “D-do you blame me for mom’s death?” It was a question she has always wanted to ask.

She has always thought that it was a mistake for her to have been born. Dad should have saved her mother instead of her since they could always have another child if they chose to abandon her.

“No, I never blamed you.”

Her father’s answer broke a dam of water inside the child as she ended up bursting into tears. “W-Why? D-don’t you… don’t you hate me… for taking away mom-”

She was cut off when she suddenly felt a pair of strong arms that hugged her.

“It’s not your fault Xiao Lan. Her death is not your fault…” Lu Mello said gently as he embraced his daughter close. “It was no one’s fault…”

“B-but… don’t you blame me?”

“Your mother loved you dearly even while you were still inside her. Just like her, I have loved you as well. She wanted you to live. That’s how much she loved you that’s why I don’t blame you for her death… I never blamed you…”

Lu Xuelan buried her face on his c.h.e.s.t as she began crying out loud. All this time, she has always blamed herself. She wanted to know her mother, to feel her warmth. She has always yearned for her mother’s touch to which she was devoid of.

“Shh, don’t cry, okay?” He leaned back and gently wiped her tears with his hands. “Your brother and I never blamed you so you shouldn’t blame yourself as well, okay?”

It was as if a great burden was suddenly lifted from her c.h.e.s.t when she heard his words. Those words were enough to comfort her.

“D-daddy…” She sniffled, her tears continued to flow out her eyes.

“If your mom was here, she’ll definitely scold you for crying like this.” Lu Mello joked as he continued to wipe his daughter’s tears. “Do you know how sharp your mother’s tongue was? If you don’t want to be called a ‘weakling’ by her, don’t cry. I can already hear her saying ‘I didn’t give birth to you just for you to become a crybaby!”

Lu Xuelan finally stopped crying and instead of sobs, a laugh escaped her lips, “Mama’s that bad?”

“Ahh, your mother is more than bad, sweetie.” He chuckled. “She’s more than bad.”

“If more than bad then… evil?!” She gasped in surprise.

“Yes, that’s the right word for her.”

Even when she died, she was so evil for leaving everyone so suddenly.

He released her from his hug before he walked towards a shelf and pulled out a photo album, “Your mother is the most meanest person I know.”

“Dad, there’s no ‘most meanest’ you know.” She walked towards him and took a glance at the photo album.

“Exactly.” He chuckled lightly as he opened the album. “But your mother was one. Your mother was a schemer. Even after I married her, I still can’t get used to what’s going in her mind.”

“Then why did you marry her? How did you fall for her?”

He paused from flipping the pages as he thought about his past with his wife. He ended up chuckling as he continued, “She gave me a strong love potion.”

“…” Lu Xuelan ended being speechless. “What? No way! There’s no such thing as love potion! Come on, dad, tell me how you fall in love with someone like mom!”

“Ah, this is going to be a long story. I don’t think a day will be enough.”

“That’s fine, this is our house so we can stay as long as we like.” Lu Xueren entered the room with a grin on his lips.

He was standing since earlier outside the room, quietly listening to their conversation until he finally decided to come out and join them.

“Fine, fine. Let me tell you how I first met your wicked mother but before I do, we need to have some snacks.”

With that, the atmosphere in the place became lively again and for the years to come. Lu Mello watched his children grow up.

Death was a painful truth. It was also a foggy road that one must go through to finally see the clearing. Life may be the beginning, but who was to say that death was the last part? What if death was actually the middle of the story that we all have to read through just to reach the place beyond it?

He was left alone in that small house. A man who has grown in age, an old man who became the witness of so many events. The only thing he waited for was his death. He has been waiting for death to knock at his doors for so many years and yet it never visited him. It was unfair that he gets to grow old alone when he has always dreamed of growing old with his beloved wife, He was getting impatient.

It was a stormy day and he was standing alone in front of his wife’s tomb, all drench. “You should have visited me even once… don’t you know how much I missed you?”

Despite his question, only the sound of heavy rain and strong wind was heard.

He raised his head and closed his eyes. His tears mixed with the raindrops that fell on him. He waited and waited. He tried to be patient but at this old age, things were getting harder for him as he missed her even further now that he was alone. Their children were already grown up and have lives of their own.

“Enxi… I miss you…” He finally gave up. He began walking towards the edge of the cliff. “I’m sorry, I can’t wait anymore…” And with that, he took a step to his downfall.

In his last moments, as his body fell, he saw his wife’s face, reaching out to his face until she was able to hold him. “Mello…” She leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“I guess angels come in stormy seas too…”

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