Rebirth in Famine: She Thrives by Lucky Space

Chapter 1150: Liang Caifeng

"You said his name is Zhibin? I really don’t have time to come over and take a look.""Mom, you don’t need to come over. This place has nothing to do with you anymore, except that we’re still the kids you gave birth to."

But she mustn’t come. Usually it was Lu Fengzhen at home with the two kids. With Mom’s temper, if they really fell out, who knew how bad it could get.

"Hong Lin, I’m your mother."

"I know. But you’re also the one who wanted your own son to give up his job to your nephew."

That shut Liang Caifeng up. She really had been muddle‑headed back then; now both her son and her daughter blamed her.

Liang Caifeng suddenly glanced into the yard and happened to see Li Yunqiao standing at the front door. With the light shining behind him, she could still clearly see what he looked like.

The two of them had been divorced for over a year, yet this man she liked just looked younger and younger.

Suddenly Liang Caifeng was filled with anger. So he’d married a young wife and refused to admit he was old, huh?

"Li Yunqiao, get out here." Liang Caifeng’s shout carried far into the night.

The neighbors on both sides were Li Yunqiao’s coworkers. No one came out to watch the drama, but they all gathered at their doorways.

A lot of people were jealous that Li Yunqiao had found himself a young wife. They went home and looked at their own yellow‑faced women and felt resentful, but they still didn’t cause any scandals. After all, they cherished their jobs, cherished their own "feathers"; some things you just secretly envy and that’s that.

Inside the house, Lu Fengzhen also heard a woman outside calling her man’s name.

So she changed clothes and came out too.

She saw her man standing at the door. "Old Li."

"Fengzhen, why did you come out? It’s fine, let’s go back inside." Let the son handle this himself.

Zheng Lihong was also very worried. He was holding Zhibin in the living room; he really didn’t want to see that mother‑in‑law.

But he was afraid his man would be wronged.

After Lu Fengzhen came in, Zhibin reached out for her to hold him, and she naturally took him. The two women didn’t say a word.

Just now, Liang Caifeng had already seen Lu Fengzhen.

She knew that after Li Yunqiao remarried, she had once wanted to come see the woman who married him. But because of her pride, she never came.

This time she finally saw her. It was night, but thanks to the living‑room light, she could see very clearly.

She had to admit, this woman was indeed younger and more beautiful than she was.

A thought suddenly crossed her mind: maybe Li Yunqiao had never liked her at all.

Yes, they’d been married for two years without sharing a bed; it was only after she schemed that they finally slept together.

Liang Caifeng suddenly let out a miserable laugh. The sound gave Li Honglin a start.

"Hong Lin, do you and your sister think I’m just too stupid?"

What could Li Honglin say? He really did think his own mother was too stupid. But that wasn’t something a son could say out loud.

"Hong Lin, I’ll ask you one last time: are you going to help me or not?"

"Mom, I’m powerless."

Liang Caifeng stared fixedly at her eldest son, the son who resembled her by about fifty percent.

"Hong Lin, he’s your mother’s support for the rest of her life."

"But I really am powerless."

Liang Caifeng let out another wretched laugh, then turned and left. She had already anticipated this outcome before she came, but she hadn’t expected it to be this humiliating.

She was so ashamed she wished the ground would swallow her. It was downright humiliating.

A man could always find someone new. She had found someone new and her kids all blamed her.

Who could possibly understand her? The pain back then, the helplessness, the loneliness, the hardship?

They only blamed her. No one put themselves in her shoes.

Li Yunqiao remarried, found a young, pretty woman. Her own marriage could have been fairly happy too, but who could have imagined her fate would be this bitter?

They hadn’t even lived together for a year before he got arrested. She had already asked around: he was just a scapegoat. Even if he’d done something, it wasn’t that serious—nothing that warranted this. People told her that it was because Bi Guangming didn’t know how to conduct himself with others, that’s why it came to this.

What kind of fate was this? Why did she have to be tossed around like this in the second half of her life?

Walking alone down the street, Liang Caifeng felt utterly hopeless. She even started having thoughts of ending things, feeling that life was just too hard.

All of a sudden, she wondered if she had been wrong from the very beginning—wrong to have schemed against Li Yunqiao from the start?

Thinking back now, Li Yunqiao had always been cold toward her; he probably never thought much of her at all. Yet she’d been smug, thinking she’d married a capable man she liked. Only now did she realize the truth.

She staggered back home. The pots were cold, the stove was cold. The yard wasn’t big, but with only her there, it felt especially vast and desolate.

Cooking alone, eating alone—was she really going to spend the rest of her life widowed in all but name?

Li Yunqiao put his arm around Lu Fengzhen and went back to the living room. "Go sleep with the kids. I’ll wait for Hong Lin."

Lu Fengzhen was feeling pretty upset too, not so much because of how Li Yunqiao acted, but because she suddenly felt like some outsider who had intruded into this family. It felt particularly uncomfortable.

So she nodded and went back to the bedroom. Suddenly this place felt a little strange, like it didn’t belong to her.

When Hong Lin came in, he saw his father sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

"Dad."

"Sit down. Let’s talk."

Hugging the child, Zheng Lihong said a word and went into the bedroom too.

"Hong Lin, has your mother gone to your work unit to look for you?"

"Yeah, but that was already a month ago. I turned her down flat that time. I just don’t have that kind of ability."

Li Yunqiao nodded. "As long as you’re clear on that yourself. I’ve heard about Bi Guangming’s case. He wasn’t clean to begin with, and this time he offended someone, that’s why this happened.

But it won’t be that serious for him. Getting released is only a matter of time.

Once he’s out he’ll definitely have no job, but that’s already the best outcome."

Hong Lin let out a sigh and rubbed his face. "Dad, when you and Mom had just divorced, I was still thinking that after a year or two, once you’d cooled down, maybe Mom could come back.

Who knew she’d remarry in such a short time.

It’s not that I’m against Mom remarrying; I just keep wondering, why couldn’t she have waited a bit longer?"

Li Yunqiao shifted his position. "Hong Lin, it’s understandable for you to think that way. For things that never happened, no one can say for sure. But all I can say is, I probably won’t live with your mother again."

Li Honglin nodded. "Ever since you married Aunt Lu, I feel like your mood has been a lot better, so I don’t have any objections.

Let’s just leave it at that. Your life is pretty happy, and Aunt Lu really is a good woman.

As for my mom, from what I can tell, she does have feelings for Guangming. That’s good too. As your children, we just hope you elders can be happy."