Quick Transmigration of a Rotten Meat - Chapter 8
THE ESTRANGED MOTHER AND SON X THE SON WHO YEARNED FOR MOTHER’S LOVE (8)
The blurry figure made him distinguish reality from illusion. By the time when the figure once again called out to him, Rong Yan finally managed to clear his head.
Usually, Rong Yan really appreciated his attendant’s capability to wake him up in time, but at the present, he only felt an incomparable abhorrence towards him. However, he himself was very much clear that this had nothing to do with his attendant, its just, he wanted to vent his anger from interrupting his dream…
Hahh… He actually had this kind of improper feeling towards his own mother, when did it all started? Rong Yan’s heart was in a trance as he repeatedly ponder over this matter, until he arrived to yesterday’s noon’s accident! His burning hot thoughts started to slowly went away as the sober and calm mind returned to Rong Yan’s heart.
He became aware of the large damp area on his trouser, sending out a dense ambiguous smell, even his servant obviously sensed it because his face was clearly trying to hold in his laughter. It made Rong Yan felt awkward and angry as he glared at him and said, “Bring the washing utensils and put it there, I don’t need you to serve me today!” he spoke through his gnashed teeth.
The servant endured laughing until his face became red like a tomato and nodded his head with much difficulty before exerting his last strength to flashed out of the room.
After Rong Yan got out of bed, he fully washed his body cleanly. As he started his morning routine – practicing calligraphy. This habit was cultivated since he was still a very young boy.
His father died an early death, while his mother took care of the marquis residence and him all by herself, just like an incomparably formidable figure that gave him protection. However, this habit was not cultivated only by his mother’s teaching, but he also did self-study… Rong Yan pondered if his mother still retained this habit or not.
Blanking out, he thought back to his dream again. He was clear-headed right now, but he unconsciously kept thinking about her… those ambiguous figure, improper affection, they all flashed past before his eyes. He couldn’t clearly distinguish whether his feeling was a momentary one or an everlasting one…
Yet, for his mother or for his own self, he should forget about that dream, returning to his position as a son… but can he really return back? Can he really give up everything?
–Lin LuLu’s perspective–
The silent Lin LuLu was now in the process of regretting the straight-forward promise yesterday, how can I maltreat the female protagonist ah? Right now, I just simply doesn’t recognize her, can I order my son to go and marry her back, then afterward relying on my own skill to fight tricks with her? Isn’t this just seeking shit ah!
Alright, keep calm, keep calm! Right now I have to find a way to satisfy both parties, don’t marry her in, but also have to settle things with her!
”Host, host… I have a way, but…” the hesitating voice made Lin LuLu felt like she was cheated by the system… but she still had to find a way… she’s helpless ah…
”What?” Say it, say it, early death means early rebirth. “Eeee… there’s a tracing device in the market, you can find anyone, no matter who you want to find ah.” The system was aware of her ‘looking death calmly in the face’ mind, so it became speechless for a bit and late in telling her this information.
Lin LuLu felt uncertain, market? Can it be opened without her finishing some assignments and passing this novice world first? Because she can only accumulate points and rewards after finishing assignments ah. [T/N: might be wrong translation, my skill isn’t enough to translate this gaming slang]
”You can open it in advance! But the price will be double though.”
Fuck, as expected, she was cheated. “How much?”
”The original price was 1000 point, right now it’s doubled, so 2000.”
“E-expensive!! But I still want to buy…”, Lin LuLu closed her eyes as if she was dead, grinding her teeth, she finally said her decision with a grim expression.