Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 272 Choice

The resentment and anger that had appeared on Madam Tang's face yesterday did not resurface; instead, a calm and serene expression remained.

The person who had just been engaged in a heated debate with Shen Jing outside the door, speaking with sharp and sarcastic remarks, was completely different from the one who had been with him earlier.

"Auntie...you...I..."

Xiao Guo'er looked at Madam Tang, somewhat at a loss. She was unsure of Madam Tang's attitude towards her at this moment. If Madam Tang was still as resentful as she was yesterday, it would be understandable.

But at this moment, Madam Tang's calmness was somewhat unusual.

She didn't know what to say, or how to say it in a way that would persuade Mrs. Tang to help her without revealing the truth.

The more people who know the truth, the greater the danger.

Just as Xiaoguo'er was racking her brains with a pained expression, Madam Tang unexpectedly spoke first.

"I'll only ask you one question: Where are you and Chen'er going? Will you ever come back?"

As if struck by lightning, Xiao Guo'er's eyes snapped open, staring incredulously at the noblewoman before her, as if time itself had frozen. Her pupils dilated in utter shock, her lips parted slightly, unable to utter a single sound.

The words she had just heard kept echoing in her mind, filling her with doubt and fear: How could she have known!

After a moment of shock, Xiaoguoer suddenly came to her senses, and her gaze, like that of a startled rabbit, quickly turned towards the door.

However, from her angle, she couldn't see where Shen Jing was.

"Don't worry, he can't hear our conversation from this distance," Madam Tang said softly, seemingly seeing through Xiao Guo'er's thoughts.

Xiao Guo'er breathed a slight sigh of relief, calmed herself down, and cleared her dry throat. "How did you know..."

“You can fool all the eyes in the world, but how can you fool a mother? Even if that person is unrecognizable, I can still tell whether he is my son or not.”

Mrs. Tang's eyes revealed sorrow, for her son's future and for the indefinite separation they would face.

She couldn't bear to part with her son!

Madam Tang's words struck Xiao Guo'er's heart like a heavy hammer. Coupled with being stared at by those sorrowful eyes, Xiao Guo'er felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping her heart; a sharp pain shot through her, and her nose began to sting.

If there are anyone who feels guilty about this, it is Jingchen's parents.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, we... Please don't blame Jingchen, blame me instead. He couldn't bear to part with you, but we really had no other choice..."

"It's no use blaming anyone now. I just want to know where I can go to see my son again."

“We don’t know yet… but don’t worry, Auntie, we will definitely write back to let you know we are safe once everything has settled down.”

Mrs. Tang lowered her sorrowful eyes and remained silent as time passed by.

This silence made Xiaoguo feel deeply guilty, as if a thousand-pound burden was pressing down on her, making every second unbearable.

Xiaoguo'er was filled with guilt and unease. After hesitating for a long time, she finally mustered up her courage and cautiously said, "Maybe...maybe in a few years, we can come back and reunite..."

However, before she could finish speaking, Madam Tang suddenly raised her head, her gaze sharp and fixed on her. That piercing look startled Xiao Guo'er, and the words of comfort she had prepared stuck in her throat.

Mrs. Tang's tone was unusually decisive and resolute: "No! Never come back!"

“Auntie…” Xiao Guo’er looked at Madam Tang in astonishment.

Just then, a ray of sunlight streamed in through the window, forming a bright beam of light. In that light, Xiaoguo saw an even more dazzling color—a mother's choice and determination.

Xiao Guo'er was momentarily stunned.

"You're already struggling to be alone, so how can you possibly leave?"

Xiao Guo'er's heart was filled with sorrow again. She knew that Madam Tang was right; her current situation was indeed not optimistic. But how could she give up so easily?

She took a deep breath and said firmly, "I'm not entirely sure, but I'll give it my all."

Silence fell in the room again, with only the two women, each with the same important man in their lives, gazing silently at each other.