Chapter 402
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"I've become the villain's daughter!"
At that time, Lu Qidong subconsciously thought that Little Song Ching-wan had told her aunt about her illness after he "passed away" and that the money for her treatment had always been paid for by Song Ching-wan.
Since Song Ching-wan could pay for her treatment and the Lu clan was doing well, the money for the medicine should not be a problem.
Sure enough, the people at the research institute told him that the medicine had been produced three years ago. Lu Enron had already taken it and was successfully treated.
In the past fifteen years, Lu Qidong also thought that the money for the research institute to produce the medicine was paid for by Song Ching-wan.
That was why he was so surprised when he found out that Song Ching-wan did not know anything about Lu Enron's illness.
Now that he heard that it was the Yu family who helped her, and even took the initiative to help her, even Lu Qidong needed some time to digest it.
Song Ching-wan opened her eyes again and sighed. "Forget it. Let bygones be bygones. I don't want to talk about it anymore. Anyway, it's good that you're fine now."
Lu Enron saw this and clenched her fists. She did not expect that she would forgive her so easily. Her lips trembled.
Song Ching-wan looked at her incredulous expression and laughed.
"Did you think that I would scold you so badly that you wouldn't dare to lie to me in the future?"
Lu Enron paused and said softly, "No, I should be scolded …"
"To put it bluntly, your brother and I are useless." Song Ching-wan pursed her lips. "We're also at fault. Since you've recovered, let bygones be bygones."
Lu Enron bit her lip with an apologetic expression.
"Okay, I've already said it. Why are you feeling guilty? Stop being so weak. "Song Ching-wan glanced at her and could not help but roll her eyes.
"Just looking at you makes me angry! Sometimes, I wish I could share half of my fiery temper with you! "
Lu Enron glanced at her and hesitated.
Actually, she wanted to say that what she wanted the most when she was young was to become someone like her aunt. She wanted to be cold, strong, and hot-tempered. She wanted to fight back at whoever she didn't like.
Only such a person would not be bullied by others.
However, because of her illness, whenever she spoke in a hurry, she would cough violently. Even when a classmate tried to steal her things, she didn't dare to chase after them because she couldn't run or jump.
Once her illness acted up, she would need more money for treatment.
And every treatment was very painful.
Lu Enron didn't dare. She couldn't bear the consequences.
In the end, she could only speak softly, not daring to let her emotions fluctuate too much. She walked slowly and carefully, not daring to use too much strength.
Therefore, she did not become an aunt in the end.
Fortunately, she was just like her aunt and liked to draw.
Sometimes, when she picked up a paintbrush, she would always remember how her aunt taught her to draw when she was young.
However, it had been too long. She could no longer remember how her aunt looked like at that time, but she still remembered that her aunt smiled very happily at that time.
Probably to fulfill her aunt's regret, she also chose to become an artist.
But later on, painting was indeed suitable for her. It was quiet and she liked it very much.
Now that her body had recovered, she could do many things that she couldn't do before.
Lu Enron thought of this and pursed her lips. She said softly, "Aunt, I'll do my best."
"Forget it, forget it. With your illness, I'm afraid you won't be able to be strong or impatient."
Song Ching-wan glanced at her and closed her eyes. She had also thought it through. She let out a long sigh and said faintly,
"I've gotten over it now. Anyway, Family Lu has already developed.
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