Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother
Chapter 98 Troublesome Matters

Chapter 98: Chapter 98 Troublesome Matters

When parting with Su Yifeng, An Yin saw his lost and depressed look, wanted to comfort him with a few words, but didn’t know what to say after opening her mouth. In the end, they both simply said "goodbye" and returned to their dormitories.

Just like usual, she was the only one in the dormitory.

An Yin dialed Ms. An’s number.

The call was picked up after just two rings.

"Mom," An Yin called sweetly.

On the other end of the phone, An Ying sensed that her daughter was a bit unusual. Both had a good mutual understanding and didn’t mention An Yin sending back the keys.

"My sweet baby misses Mommy!" An Ying’s voice was gentle, like a summer breeze, lightly brushing An Yin’s heart and easing her feeling of dejection.

"Mm." An Yin responded.

"Now, can my darling daughter tell me, did something bother you? Can you share it with Mommy?" An Ying spoke slowly, very gently.

An Yin really liked her mom’s way of communicating. An Ying wasn’t as forceful as other parents; she always managed to view issues from An Yin’s perspective and even helped An Yin analyze them.

"Su Yifeng likes me." An Yin lay on her bed, staring unblinkingly at the dim yellow ceiling.

After saying this, there was no sign of shyness on her face, perhaps because she didn’t have romantic feelings for Su Yifeng.

"I know," An Ying wasn’t surprised at all; she had even subtly hinted to her daughter before.

Moreover, when she was hospitalized, she could tell. Every time Su Yifeng came to the ward, he would immediately look at her daughter, his gaze as fiery as a flame.

You can’t hide young love; it spills out through your eyes.

"I just made it clear to him, told him not to waste his time on me." An Yin didn’t know what love tasted like, the only thing she was sure of was that she didn’t have those kinds of feelings for Su Yifeng.

An Yin was simple-minded and didn’t want to hurt others, a fact An Ying knew well about her daughter’s temperament.

Besides, feelings can’t be forced; since her daughter had no thoughts of that kind for Su Yifeng, it’s better to clarify early on. Dragging it out will only make him fall deeper.

"Then why are you unhappy?" An Ying asked leisurely.

"The senior is very nice, I feel myself being cruel," An Yin expressed her thoughts.

"Silly child." An Ying chuckled softly, speaking warmly and gently, "Even if you don’t like him, you shouldn’t pity him, you know?"

"Why?" An Yin didn’t understand. Immediately, she placed the phone to her ear and turned on the speakerphone.

"For a man, you may not like him, but agreeing to his request out of sympathy would hurt his self-esteem greatly!"

An Yin blinked her shining eyes, understanding only partially.

"Actually, I think young Su is quite nice, sunny and handsome, sincere with people." An Ying, not hearing her daughter’s voice, continued expressing her own thoughts.

"But I don’t like him." An Yin pouted, feeling sullen.

"I’m not forcing you to like him, I’m just curious. Such an excellent boy as Su doesn’t appeal to you; can you tell Mom what kind of boys you like?" At her daughter’s age, feelings are budding, and as a mother, An Ying was somewhat concerned that her naïve daughter might be deceived by a boy’s sweet words or end up hurt by the wrong person.

What kind of boy do you like?

An Yin contemplated her mother’s question seriously.

"I don’t know." Finally, An Yin shook her head in confusion.

"Like" and "love" between men and women were just two vague words to her at the moment.

"You’ll know naturally when you meet someone you like someday," An Ying gently coaxed her daughter.

An Yin actually wanted to ask her mother: what is it like to like someone? But after a moment’s hesitation, An Yin didn’t ask.

Over the years, the neighbors living in the same building often came to their home. In such situations, An Yin would be sent to her room by her mother, but the soundproofing of their home wasn’t good, so the discussions in the living room would still reach her ears. It was generally about some boss on their street taking a liking to Ms. An and sending someone to ask for her opinion.

Especially during holidays, there would be several people coming in a day to propose marriage.

Since they were all neighbors, An Ying didn’t want to speak too harshly, even when rejecting them, she’d be polite. This led others to think she was being shy.

Seeing Ms. An’s aversion to these proposals, An Yin assumed her mother no longer harbored fantasies about men. But then she saw her mother holding an old box with a wistful look, and An Yin dimly realized that her mother had a deep-rooted commitment, unable to let anyone else in.

An Ying and her daughter tacitly did not continue the topic.

An Ying knew her daughter was sensitive and could vaguely guess what she wanted to ask next, but in the end, she said nothing. Such a considerate daughter made An Ying feel guilty, but she was powerless; An Ying didn’t want to pierce the veil on those matters. Those bloody memories were not stories she wanted to tell her daughter.

The conversation finally turned to An Ying’s illness.

"Mom, the doctor previously advised you to rest well, take medicine on time, and don’t forget the check-up." When mentioning this, An Yin’s tone inevitably became firm, fearing her mother wouldn’t listen and wouldn’t care for herself.

"Got it, Mom will take care of herself." An Ying replied helplessly, as if remembering something, she quickly reminded, "But you, as winter is approaching, remember to lay out your quilts early, so you don’t catch a cold."

An Yin had always feared the cold and had a weaker constitution than most. Once winter came, she was prone to illness. For this reason, An Ying often took her daughter to see old Chinese medicine practitioners for body-conditioning prescriptions over the years, with no noticeable effect.

"Okay, I know," An Yin teased demurely and dismissively.

"If you have time, remember to buy a down jacket; a girl should dress herself up properly too."

"I will transfer some money to you later, don’t always think about saving money.."

"..."

On the other side of the phone, An Ying continued with her reminders.

An Yin interrupted her directly, "Mom, I’ve noted everything, now hurry up and sleep, bye."

After ending the call, An Yin glanced at WeChat. Ms. An had transferred three thousand yuan to her.

She didn’t want to accept it initially, fearing her mother would call to nag again, so An Yin accepted the payment.

As the sky darkened, An Yin went to her desk intending to read for a while, but her mind was uncontrollably occupied, sometimes thinking about rejecting Su Yifeng, sometimes curious about what was in Ms. An’s old box.

She decided to close her book and go wash up first.

As soon as she went to the bathroom, her phone on the desk started vibrating non-stop, showing no signs of stopping.

The person on the other end kept calling her.

This time An Yin spent more time in the bathroom; after washing her hair and drying it, it was already half an hour later.