The Reborn Scummy A and the Sickly O Got Together - Chapter 7

Half an hour before Lu Jia knocked on the door, the family nanny took the mercury thermometer and squinted at the reading of 36.7°C before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

The nanny was a kind and amiable beta woman. She had watched over several children in the household as they grew up, and now, with age, she had developed a deep affection and tenderness for them from the bottom of her heart.

She looked at Luo Mingyue, who sat on the bed hugging her knees, curled into a ball. Her face was pale and lifeless, her expression despondent, like a child who had suffered some great injustice.

As if performing a magic trick, the nanny placed a small plate of dried fruit next to the tray of medicine. Luo Mingyue’s gaze shifted toward it, and upon seeing the sugar-preserved pearl plums, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

As a child, she had loved sweets, especially all kinds of preserved plums. But then her grandmother had said, “How can an alpha like such trivial things, just like an omega?”

Lu Ping, who had been munching on potato chips nearby at the time, shamelessly chimed in, “Yeah, these are snacks that little omegas love.”

As if eating junk food like potato chips was any more sophisticated.

But from that moment on, Luo Mingyue had never actively bought such “trivial things” again.

Because they all said it wasn’t appropriate.

And for someone like her, whose very birth had already been the greatest inappropriateness, she absolutely couldn’t afford to take another wrong step.

Even something as simple as eating a snack had to be carefully considered, lest she stray further down the wrong path.

Luo Mingyue picked up one of the preserved plums and popped it into her mouth. Suddenly, she realized that the things she had loved as a child now tasted far too sweet.

She thought with some surprise hadn’t she longed for them when she couldn’t have them? Had her tastes changed as she grew up?

Then it dawned on her the things she had missed out on as a child would never taste the same when she finally got them as an adult.

Still, she curved her eyes into a smile and said gratefully to the nanny, “Auntie Chen, thank you for taking care of me all day. My fever’s gone down now, so you should go back to your room and rest for a while too.”

The nanny didn’t refuse. Leaving the small plate of plums for her, she picked up the empty bowl and left the room, but not without a final reminder: “Get some more sleep. Don’t look at your phone right after your fever breaks it’s bad for your eyes. If you can’t sleep, go for a walk in the backyard and get some fresh air.”

At this point, the nanny paused, remembering that there were guests arriving today. She studied Luo Mingyue’s expression weak, despondent, and lost in thought.

If Luo Mingyue were to run into the guests in this state, it wouldn’t be appropriate at all. It might even lead to the girl being scolded again with remarks like, “Look at your behavior is this appropriate?” or “Don’t embarrass the Lu family.”

But compared to the other children in the Lu family or even all the children she had ever met, she had to say with complete fairness: she had never seen a child as good-natured, sensible, and well-behaved as Luo Mingyue.

Auntie Chen assumed Luo Mingyue’s absentmindedness was because, even when sick, her mother had gone out shopping instead of taking care of her.

If Luo Mingyue knew this, she would have laughed herself silly. Ever since she was little, whenever she fell ill, her mother had simply handed her over to the servants. As a child, she had cried for her mother, but after a few times, she had grown used to it.

Besides, though she looked eighteen on the outside, her soul had long since been swapped out, she was now twenty-six inside.

Auntie Chen changed her tone. “Oh, I almost forgot, Mingyue, the young lady from the Feng family is coming today. I heard a whole group of people are escorting her. It’s going to be noisy, so you’d better stay in your room and not let them disturb you.”

Luo Mingyue nodded, urging Aunt Chen to go rest. Once she saw the woman out, she immediately jumped out of bed.

The shock was undeniable. Anyone who had just witnessed their own corpse moments before, only to regain all five senses, would be overwhelmed as twenty-six years of memories came flooding back with skull-splitting intensity.

The psychological trauma seemed to manifest physically, she developed a high fever. She felt chilled to the bone, the cold so penetrating that she curled into a shivering ball.

Memories replayed in her mind: a pair of beautiful, sorrowful eyes gazing at her as their owner held her hand and whispered, “Luo Mingyue, are you cold?”

Then suddenly she was burning up, sweat soaking through her underclothes. Aunt Chen tucked the blankets tighter around her. “Sweating it out will help, Miss Mingyue. Look, Fourth Miss has come to see you.”

She opened her eyes to see a much younger Lu Jia than she remembered, her expression finally settling into one of contempt. “Luo Mingyue is a hypocritical, disgusting person.”

“Please,  leave my room,” she said.

At that moment, she nearly wanted to kill the girl before her.

She barely restrained the urge to demand:

In my entire life, I, Luo Mingyue, never committed a single wrong. If I wronged anyone, it certainly wasn’t you, Lu Jia.

So why? Why, after living my whole life according to everyone’s expectations, carefully minding my status and never stepping morally out of line?

I was gentle and courteous to everyone, helping where I could. After achieving success, I established charity funds to improve children’s welfare.

So why? Because “murderers wear golden belts while road-builders lie dead in ditches”?

Aunt Chen, seeing Lu Jia’s flustered expression, quickly soothed, “Oh, Mingyue must be delirious from fever. Fourth Miss, I can handle things here, you should return to your room.”

She was deeply puzzled. Luo Mingyue had always doted on the fourth young miss like a beloved younger sister, this wasn’t how she normally treated Lu Jia.

The moment Lu Jia left, Aunt Chen heard Luo Mingyue murmuring in her sleep. Curious, she leaned closer to the girl’s lips and caught the hoarse, repeated question: “Why,  why in the end?”

Aunt Chen frowned. “Mingyue? Mingyue, what’s wrong?”

Luo Mingyue closed her eyes as tears slid down into her ears. She pressed her lips together, jaw clenched tight.

Why, after everything, did my life come to this?

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