Chapter 39: Mummy with a Bow

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

She was an orphan. The time in her life when she was most contented was the two years when Zhou De brought her back. She had experienced what it meant to be cared for and loved by others. However, the father who loved her so much, could actually chase her away.

“Don’t call me Dad anymore,” Zhou De said icily.

Zhou Cha looked at the family’s united animosity towards a common enemy. The sorrow and grievance in her heart welled up, almost swallowing her like the sea. She looked at Zhou Yun hatefully. Everyone had hurt her in order to protect Zhou Yun. How could she not hate her?

Zhou Yun naturally saw the hatred in Zhou Cha’s eyes, but this hatred was a little inexplicable to her. It was Zhou Cha who had insisted on going against them, not them. Zhou Cha still had the audacity to hate them. It was ridiculous.

Zhou Cha kowtowed and said with a desolate expression, “Dad, you might not be in a good mood today. I’ll come and see you in a few days.”

After saying that, Zhou Cha left in a hurry without waiting for Zhou De to speak. She did not dare to listen to Zhou De anymore, afraid that she would hear something that would make her even more heartbroken.

When Chen Yuan saw Zhou Cha leave, she immediately went forward and shut the door.

Although such a small episode affected the family’s celebration, it was alright. After a while, the family was happy once more.

Zhou Cha, who had left and then grudgingly walked back, quietly stood at the door and listened for a long time to the laughter inside. She should originally also be one of the people laughing inside, shouldn’t she?

Zhou Cha gave a bitter smile and left dejectedly.

It was fine. As long as she had money, status, and power, her father would still rely on her in the future.

As for Zhou Yun, Zhou Cha’s eyes darkened. Since she didn’t want this wealth, then forget it. A person who did not care about fortune should serve others or do menial work for the rest of their lives. When they were old, they should go to the streets to sweep garbage.

In the subsequent few days, Zhou De was busy with his new job. Chen Shu started to bring two assistants with her. She also registered a catering company and prepared to take over the company’s staff meals.

Chen Yuan was also busy going to school to prepare some materials needed to apply for the entrance examination of the Imperial Conservatory of Music. At the same time, she was doing some practice.

Zhou Yun had a rare few days of peace. No one said daily that they wanted to hire a tutor for her, and no one took a high school textbook from an unknown era and chanted to her daily.

Of course, she would be happier without Fu Sen, who kept asking her about her thoughts.

Zhou Yun tidied up her things. That day was the last day of Xing’s treatment, so she had to be well-prepared.

At this time, Fu Xing, who was about to sneak out, was caught and locked up by Fu Sen.

Fu Sen looked at Fu Xing, whose face was wrapped up tightly, and asked, “Xing, what’s wrong with you these past few days? You also wear a hat and veil in the house. It seems like I haven’t seen your face for a few days.”

Fu Xing felt guilty because Sister had said these two days that the medicine would be stronger. Moreover, her facial skin was changing, so she had been wrapping it with gauze. Not to mention her brother, even Auntie Wu and herself had not seen her face these two days.

Fu Xing straightened up in embarrassment and made sure that her face was completely covered by the hat and veil before saying, “I’ve been learning how to draw mummies recently, but I don’t have a model, so I wrapped my face in gauze. It’s a little ugly, so I won’t show it to you.”

“Really?” Fu Sen asked skeptically. “Why don’t you take it off and show it to me?”

Fu Sen thought that the pus on Fu Xing’s face was getting worse, so she didn’t want to let him see it. Unexpectedly, Fu Xing removed her veiled hat and a bandaged face immediately appeared before Fu Sen.

Other than her ears, eyes, nostrils, and mouth, the rest of her face was wrapped in bandages. She really did look like a mummy.

Song Zhi almost burst out laughing as he pushed the wheelchair behind him. He couldn’t help but ask, “Xing, your mummy is quite cute. You even tied a bow with gauze on the head. Hahaha.”

Fu Xing looked at Song Zhi with resentment and huffed, “What do you know? Sister said this is stylish. Hmph, you have no taste.”

Fu Sen looked at Fu Xing with interest and asked suspiciously, “Xing, did you just say ‘Sister’? Is it the Sister Zhou who saved you? Have you been in contact with her recently?”

Fu Xing cried out inside. Oh no, she had accidentally let it slip.

“Just…in my dreams.” Fu Xing blinked and quickly put on her hat. “I’m going to learn how to draw. I’ll be leaving now.”

Fu Sen shook his head helplessly as he watched Fu Xing pull Auntie Wu away.

After settling some matters, Fu Sen looked at Hai Zhe, who had just entered and asked, “Is everything okay?”