Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 195 Trainee Detective 33

"You're lying! That's not the truth at all!" Lan Wei retorted loudly amidst her parents' exclamations.

Tang Cheng didn't do it on purpose at all!

Ling Yi ignored her and instead explained the whole story of what happened that night to Lan Wei's parents.

Lan Wei's mother initially stood while listening, but later unconsciously sat down.

She held her forehead, tears streaming down her face. She simply couldn't imagine how her child could be involved in such a thing, let alone get mixed up with a spoiled brat.

Speeding and injuring people—what kind of good things are those?

How could a daughter with such high standards possibly be interested in that kind of person?

Even if she was most unwilling to believe the answer, she still had to ask: Is it because they have money?

"Mom, don't believe her. Tang Cheng isn't that kind of person at all. He's been very good to me!"

Under her mother's disappointed gaze, Lan Wei squatted down and tried to grab her hand, but was shoved away.

"I'm asking you, are you really working?"

No one knows a daughter better than her mother. Lan Wei's mother's words hit Lan Wei's sore spot.

"Yes... Mom, of course I have some." Her voice lowered.

"Give me your boss's phone number, I'll ask her tomorrow." After a pause, she added, "Or you can give me your performance time, I'll come to see your show."

When their child first joined the studio, the couple went to see her perform twice.

But at some point, the child who used to be so enthusiastic about showing her performances to her parents suddenly stopped mentioning it.

The busy couple hadn't noticed anything unusual before, but now they realized what was going on.

Under her mother's intense gaze, Lan Wei raised her voice: "Mom, what do you mean? Are you going to doubt me because of an outsider? Do you still love me?"

Of course, she stopped working. After being with Tang Cheng, he gave her scenery that she could never see in her entire career.

Moreover, Tang Cheng also needs companionship, and she likes to be by his side.

For a girl in love, what could be more important than spending time with her lover?

Why doesn't Mom understand?

Lan's mother looked at her with disappointment: "You always act like this when you lie. Do you think I don't understand you?"

Lan Wei shook her head, looking at her mother with equal disappointment.

Why doesn't she believe in her own decision?

Having a lover like Tang Cheng is so much better than having a job, isn't it?

She had seen too much prosperity and too many classmates from wealthy families carrying bags that she could never afford in her entire life—some bought by their families, some by others.

She hasn't done anything morally wrong, so why can't her mother be understanding of her relationship?

"Why?" Mother Lan asked calmly, "Is it for money?"

Lan Wei exclaimed in shock, "Mom, how could you think of me like that!"

"Then let me ask you, if you were in the life of a young man who speeds around on a motorcycle and often carries a weapon and commits crimes, would you still fall in love with him?"

"How can these be the same?"

"Yes, it's different." Mother Lan sneered, "That thug drove a four-wheeled sports car."

My daughter has always wanted the best of everything since she was little. If her classmates have the same thing and she has it too, she won't touch it again.

She didn't believe that the rich kid would be a speed demon and a violent man, yet remain chaste. Didn't he have girlfriends before her?

Why would a daughter who never uses other people's things date a boyfriend who has been used by others?

Because that thug was driving incredibly fast and stabbing people extremely viciously.

"I'm so disappointed in you." At this moment, Lan's mother began to question her own parenting philosophy.

It's because she didn't teach her child well; it's because she didn't tell her not to show her palms up, that she raised such a undignified child.

"Mom." The disappointment in her eyes pierced Lan Wei's heart. She crawled forward on her knees, only to be pushed away forcefully.

"Thank you for telling me this, officer." Mrs. Lan helped herself to her feet, took all the cash from her purse and placed it on the table, saying softly, "Is this enough to buy clothes? If not, I'll transfer the money to you right away."

Ling Yi shook her head, showing no intention of taking the money. She said the same thing: "You can take it back. I'll wash the clothes."

"Then just donate it for me." Mother Lan shook her head listlessly, showing no intention of arguing about the matter.

He bent down to help his daughter up and then walked outside.

“Mom…” Lan Wei’s eyes lit up after being rejected twice. Had her mother forgiven her?

"Your father and I will resign tonight, and tomorrow we'll go back to...his hometown."

Both of Lan Wei's parents were migrant workers in Beijing, but Lan Wei's mother's family lived too close to the capital, so they chose Lan Wei's father's hometown almost without hesitation.

That small city doesn't even have a high-speed rail now, let alone an airport with direct flights to Beijing. She made too many mistakes in the past, and now she has to correct her daughter's bad habits little by little.

Perhaps the prevailing attitude nowadays is to laugh at poverty but not prostitution, but she couldn't bear to see her daughter willingly debase herself.

Over the years, they have worked hard in Beijing and have bought a house and some savings, which should be enough for their daughter to live a peaceful and comfortable life in the small town.

"I don't want to!" Lan Wei abruptly pulled her hand away from her mother's unusually calm expression. "Why would you want me to go back to that wretched place!"

She was pampered from birth and was a glamorous dancer on stage. How could she possibly go back to that small town where there was nothing to suffer? Her mother must be crazy!

Mother Lan said calmly, "Either come back with us, or we'll pretend we don't have a daughter like you and go back on our own."

Her voice was frighteningly calm: "I don't believe you have the ability to survive in the capital."

With her mindset of voluntarily giving up her job, there's no way she could support herself.

“As for finding another man to support you,” Lan Wei felt that her mother’s gaze was even contemptuous at this moment: “Then let’s see if your future boyfriend can stand his girlfriend’s parents coming to the door every day.”

"Do you really have to force me like this?!"

The family left noisily, leaving everyone in the office looking at each other in bewilderment.

Shi Yi muttered, "Aren't they a perfectly good couple? How did they end up with such a child?"

Ling Yi shook her head: "It's just spoiling."

She had seen too many examples like this, and she couldn't even be bothered to count them.

The towel hanging around her neck was suddenly picked up, and a gentle force was used to slowly wipe her still slightly damp hair.

Ling Yi tilted her head and rubbed her hand against Xiang Ke's warm palm: "Don't wipe it anymore, I still need to wash my hair later."

Ling Yi didn't dare to think about how many microorganisms were in the river; she only felt her hair was starting to itch.

Several police officers escorted the woman who testified home, leaving Shi Yi as the only outsider in the meeting room.

At that moment, he felt superfluous, as if every inch of air was rejecting his existence.