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I wanted to resist, I wanted to struggle, but Su Anrong firmly grasped my hand, his gaze threatening, as if reminding me not to forget what I had just promised him.
I gritted my teeth and asked, "Where did you get so much money?"
"Working," he replied clearly.
Before I could even process why a spirit would need to work, I heard my mother say, "Wheat, you should eat less pig liver today; it's not good for pregnant women."
At my astonished look, my mother continued, "My daughter is quite clever. Afraid that the school would find out about your pregnancy, you pretended to have a mental illness. Your willingness to sacrifice your reputation for the baby is commendable; you truly are my daughter."
My eyes widened in disbelief as my mother rambled on. I was about to insist that I wasn't pregnant when I saw Rice scampering over to her.
"Grandma, I was just born!"
It was only then that my mother realized Rice had been calling her "Grandma," her eyes nearly popping out of her head in shock. "What!?!?" She struggled to compose herself and cautiously asked, "Child, how old are you this year?"
"I..." Rice was about to speak when I rushed over and scooped him up.
"One year old! He's one year old!"
"I don't... um..." Rice tried to deny it, but I covered his mouth.
No way! I had no idea how to backtrack on that lie!
Sure enough, my mother immediately exploded. "Who are you trying to fool? One year old and already this big? Speaking so fluently?"
The line I had just concocted popped out of my mouth. "He eats well. Besides, with our You Family's genes, how could he not grow better than other kids?"
"That's true," my mother agreed, but then she raised a question, "So when did you get pregnant?"
"I..." This caught me off guard. I quickly turned to Su Anrong for help, but he looked completely calm, showing no signs of panic.
Just as I was at a loss on how to respond to my mother, Chen Siyuan finally spoke up, "Auntie, actually I shouldn't have kept this from Wheat..."
"What happened?" My mother and I asked in unison.
My mother looked at me in surprise.
God knows, I had no idea what was going on either.
But I quickly changed my tune, "You said you would help me keep it a secret. What do you mean by that now?" Yes, that would smoothly connect to the previous statement; I was quite clever.
My mother shot me a glare before turning gently to Chen Siyuan: "Xiao Chen, if there's something you need to tell Auntie, go ahead. Wheat is just a bit eccentric and often doesn't speak the truth. You don't have to be afraid of her; I've got your back, so just say it."
Chen Siyuan seemed troubled as he glanced at me. That look sent chills down my spine. What on earth did he want to say? Why did I feel like I was being used as a pawn?
I looked back at Su Anrong, who winked at me. Sure enough, this was all his doing.
"Auntie, here's the thing: before we even entered college, I met Wheat on the school forum. We thought we should meet before the semester started, so we did. Coincidentally, while we were out that day, we ran into someone who mentioned that the quality of human sperm and eggs is rapidly declining. For the sake of future generations, we should store our eggs while we're still young. We didn't think much of it at the time, but it just so happened that day was Wheat's ovulation period, so she went to store her eggs. After that, the person introduced us to surrogacy and talked about how painful childbirth can be—whether through C-section or natural delivery, it's all torture..."
"It is torture, but that's something every woman has to go through!" My mother shot me a fierce glare. "I went through so much pain and still managed to give birth to you!"
Chen Siyuan continued, "We were scared by what we heard, and since Wheat wasn't really interested in getting married, we chose surrogacy to keep a child for ourselves."
"Are you two reading your books with your toes? You weren't even adults back then; how could you think about surrogacy? Besides, who would raise the child once it's born?"
"I'll take care of it." Su Anrong continued, "Mom, please don't be angry. It's all my fault. I promised Wheat that I would raise her child, and that's why she agreed to have a surrogate. Although I'm not a wealthy person, I will do my best to provide the life you want. It was a mistake for Wheat to have a child at such a young age, but since that mistake has already been made, I must do everything I can to make up for it. I just hope you won't blame Wheat anymore."
How touching! Damn Su Anrong! What kind of ridiculous story is this? If Mom believes such an absurd tale, her intelligence is truly concerning.
I never expected that after living with Mom for eighteen years, I had overestimated her intelligence.
Although Mom was still filled with doubts, she finally sighed and said, "Well, it’s done now. There’s no other way. I can’t just put her back in my belly, can I?"
"Grandma is beautiful! Have a lollipop!" Rice timely chimed in, holding up a lollipop.
Mom looked at his delicate features and pinched his little cheek. "Thank you, sweetheart. What’s your name?"
"Grandma, my name is Rice."
"Who gave you such a casual name? Your father and I should come up with something more serious for the child! What do you think?"
I didn’t want to voice my opinion, but Su Anrong nodded. To him, a name was just a label anyway; it didn’t really matter what it was changed to.
After whispering with Dad for about ten minutes, Mom smiled widely and said, "Garlic is such a difficult surname to work with when it comes to names. How about we give the child Wheat's surname instead?"
"Whatever you say, Mom."
Rice also nodded happily, "Whatever Grandma says."
Mom beamed as she revealed her favorite name: "That’s great! We just thought of a good name—simple, memorable, and elegant."
I had no expectations for Mom's naming skills and weakly said, "Mom, just tell us already! Stop keeping us in suspense!"
"Let's call it Youyu! You see, it can be understood as the squid you eat, and it can also mean having surplus year after year, and also..."
I'm sorry, I couldn't listen any longer. I needed to step outside for some fresh air.
I filled two bowls with rice from the kitchen and carried them out. As I stepped out of the unit, I saw the vehicle parked at the door with "xx Mental Hospital" written on it. Occasionally, neighbors passing by were murmuring about something.
Two Lizard Spirits were squatting by the flowerbed, eating something. When they saw me come out, they quickly stood up and called out to me, " Queen!"
"You must be hungry. I've brought you some food; give it a try."
Although they initially wanted to eat me, they had become much more docile after Rice's lesson. After all, guests should be treated well; it wouldn't be right if I didn't offer them anything.
To my surprise, they licked their lips and said, "No need, we've just eaten."
B nodded vigorously. "The mosquitoes at your place taste much better than those at the mental hospital. The big ones are flavorful and meaty, while the small ones have thin skin and crispy legs..."
"Stop! Don't say any more!" I imagined them eating mosquitoes, and I felt unwell.
"What about the driver? Does he eat mosquitoes too?"
Just as I finished speaking, I heard a muffled sobbing sound coming from the driver's seat. Confused, I walked over and saw the driver hunched over the steering wheel, crying.
"Excuse me, sir," I called out to him.
"Go away! Don't bother me! Boohoo..."
I asked the two Lizard Spirits what was wrong with the driver. B whispered, "We eat mosquitoes; he looks upset watching us."
"I feel uncomfortable just watching," I said, but I didn't cry.
A spoke more directly, "He's a mosquito, and seeing us eat his kind makes him feel bad."
Zing~~
I felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck down from the sky, leaving me charred on the outside and tender on the inside.
I didn't understand the world of monsters, so I could only awkwardly smile as I carried my food back into the house. "Well, enjoy your meal... take your time..."
No wonder they call it a mental hospital; all the staff are monsters. Any normal person who goes in would probably end up scared out of their wits.
When the elevator doors opened, I was startled to see it packed with people. After stepping inside, I pressed the button for our floor, but everyone else just stared at me, not one of them pressing any other buttons.
Could they all live on my floor? But how come I've never seen them before?
Suddenly, the lights inside the elevator began to flicker and buzz ominously.
Oh no, isn't this a sign that a ghost is about to appear? That's how it always goes in the movies!
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