Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

Ning family.

Ning Shuyu returned home tired.

As soon as she stepped into the living room, Ning Shuyu's mother Fu Meixi stood up, adjusted the fox fur waistcoat on her shoulders, and raised her head towards the entrance.

"Stand up."

Her eyes fell on a weight scale. Ning Shuyu put down the weight, took off her coat, and stood on it obediently. The data was clearly displayed above her head.

43.

When Fu Meixi saw this number, her face suddenly changed. She lost all her elegance and nobility. She shouted sternly, "What's going on? You gained another pound! Ning Shuyu, do you know that you need to maintain your figure?"

She pointed at Ning Shuyu and cursed him.

"Look at you now. Your violin teacher said you were late yesterday. You also asked for leave from ballet a few days ago. You haven't practiced classical dance for two days. Your calligraphy, cello, and oil painting skills are not good enough."

Then she took a step forward and lifted Ning Shuyu's chin. "Look at the condition of your skin. How long has it been since you took care of your skin? Have you been to the beauty salon?"

Ning Shuyu lowered his eyes and listened to the lecture, holding his breath and concentrating, not daring to make a sound.

"Ning Shuyu, what on earth are you going to do?!"

"Did you go out to play again? I didn't say anything."

"What's your expression!"

"Always maintain your proper manners, and don't look sad!"

Ning Shuyu was scolded so much that she dared not move. She forced out a standard social smile reflexively, with the corners of her mouth raised in the same arc as usual. She bowed her head and apologized softly: "I'm sorry, Mom. I will make it up to you."

But Fu Meixi ignored her apology, raised her finger and pointed in a direction, "If you do something wrong, you must be punished. Don't eat tonight. Go to the piano room and practice well. After practice, go dance."

Ning Shuyu's figure was as soft as a willow tree, and she smiled and said, "Okay."

……

Jiang Wangshu originally planned to return the medicine bottle, but Ning Shuyu had not come to school for several days, and she came back empty-handed again and again.

Ning Shuyu was locked up in the huge piano room and dance studio for several days, playing the piano and dancing almost endlessly. She looked at herself in the mirror, and saw that she was frail and delicate, with every frown and smile like a soulless doll, which was the look that many men liked most.

But she had no power to refute this. After the teacher left, her tense body suddenly relaxed and her shoulders sank.

At this moment, for some reason, she suddenly thought of Jiang Wangshu, the free and unrestrained academic genius who did his own thing. She worked non-stop every day, but she was never tired.

As soon as she showed up, she knew she was her opposite.

It was unlike her, she was exhausted both physically and mentally.

She closed her eyes without realizing it, the strength in her wrists that were playing the violin silently went out, and she fell headfirst onto the piano stool.

When she woke up again, as expected, it was not the doctor standing by her bed, but her parents, who were more angry than each other. Her father was a top pianist, full of artistic aura and arrogance. He said with little patience, "What's wrong? You've been absent from school for a year, why is your health getting worse and worse?"

Fu Meixi was even more annoyed, "How would I know? She is being pretentious all day long."

Then she looked at Ning Shuyu and accused her, "Are you imagining nonsense again? Didn't mom tell you to stop thinking about it? You are just imagining things on your own."

Ning Shuyu curled her fingers and clenched the quilt, still holding on to a glimmer of hope, "Mom, can I miss some classes? I want to use the time to recuperate."

Fu Meixi refused without thinking: "No."

He started lecturing, "You've already regressed, how much more time do you have to waste? I gave you a year last year, isn't that enough?"

"How can a child have depression? You eat and drink delicious food every day, and all the clothes and things you use are the most expensive and the best. How can you still not be satisfied?!"

“Do you know how many people out there can’t afford to eat?”

Fu Meixi made this comparison deliberately. When did the Ning family fall to the point of being compared with the hungry poor? Obviously, she just wanted to hit Ning Shuyu.

It was still the same familiar words. Ning Shuyu hung her head, her ears were almost callused from hearing so much. She suddenly curled the corners of her mouth.

Why doesn't she give up?

After they left, Ning Shuyu slowly got out of bed, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in slippers, and saw the bright moon in the sky, casting its clear light on the earth.

She exhaled: "It's so beautiful, what a pity..."

……

International class.

Jiang Wangshu looked at the three useless men with a look of disdain almost overflowing from his eyes, "Didn't you go to see Ning Shuyu these days?"

Wen Yanlin shook his head: "No."

Hua Tingjue explained to her: "We can't go to Shuyu's house. They have a curfew, and... and... Shuyu's mother doesn't like us to have too close contact with Shuyu."

Jiang Wangshu said bluntly, "Why? Because you are the school bullies?"

The three dudes: "..."

Sister, some things are better just known in your heart, you don’t have to say them directly.

“Uh…” Hua Tingjue couldn’t figure it out, so he scratched his head embarrassedly, “That should be what you mean…right?”

Ning Shuyu came back in the afternoon. She put on light makeup to cover her complexion. Her skin was fair, rosy, smooth and delicate. She smiled at everyone.

Seeing Jiang Wangshu who was going to hand in her homework, she greeted him with a smile. Jiang Wangshu was stunned for a moment and then nodded in response. She took out the bottle of medicine from her bag and returned it to her.

The moment Ning Shuyu saw the medicine bottle, she looked flustered, but she smiled again a second later, "So you picked it up. I was just wondering where it had fallen. Thank you."

Jiang Wangshu asked hesitantly, "Are you okay?"

For the first time in such a long time, someone asked her if she was okay when she was ill? Her tear glands suddenly started to cry, and she forced back the tears in her eyes.

"Well, my health has always been like this. I'm sorry to have made you worry. I'm fine."

She bowed her head mournfully and said in a weak voice, "Thank you."

Without waiting for Jiang Wangshu to say anything, Ning Shuyu turned around and said, "I have something else to do. I'll leave first."

Looking at Ning Shuyu disappearing at the end of the corridor, Jiang Wangshu felt a strange intuition in his heart.

Until the end of school, Jiang Wangshu frowned anxiously. She was so worried that she rushed out of the classroom.

A gust of wind blew past the three of them.

Hua Tingjue: "Hmm?"

Wen Yanlin: "What passed?"

Song Yian: "Where is she going?"

After a long time, the three of them recovered and chased out, but there was no sign of Jiang Wangshu. They began to search for him like looking for a needle in a haystack in the huge campus.

On the other side, Jiang Wangshu went straight to the art and physical education class, panting under control, and grabbed someone and asked, "Hello, I want to ask if Ning Shuyu from your class is in the classroom?"

The boy who was caught looked horrified: "Shu...Shu Yu?"

"She's in the studio at this hour."

"Okay, thank you."

Jiang Wangshu ran in the direction of his finger, but the studio was empty. Just as she was about to continue looking, she suddenly stopped.

He slowly raised his head.

Rooftop?

Why would there be such a wide gap in the thick iron door that is usually locked?

She looked around and walked up cautiously.

He pushed the door open cautiously, and the old door made a creaking sound. Ning Shuyu, who was leaning against the rooftop, looked over and suddenly met the eyes of Jiang Wangshu who had walked in, and they bumped into each other's eyes.

Ning Shuyu hurriedly hid the things in his hand.

Jiang Wangshu's brain raced, she took a deep breath, and asked Ning Shuyu, "Do you like Hua Tingjue?"

Hearing this, Ning Shuyu's face showed a surprised expression. She lost her usual reserved and gentle appearance, as if she had changed into a different person. She even suddenly joked, "Haha... aren't you academic masters very smart? Why haven't you become smarter than me?"

"What do you mean?"

Ning Shuyu put away his smile, looked into the distance, took a deep breath, and said, "It's nothing. You will understand it later."

Later she will know that from the perspective of the loved one, she cannot see the silent admiration around her.

Jiang Wangshu's eyes were cold and he continued to ask her:

"Is it because of my arrival that you don't want to go to their band?"

Ning Shuyu flatly denied:

"No, it has nothing to do with you."