Rebirth: A Super Foodie and Her Cat Demon Husband

Chapter 273 Memories

After Liu Yuanyuan hung up the phone, Dai Tong said with a complicated look in her eyes, "Have you really thought it through? Is this the decision?"

Liu Yuanyuan put away her phone, smiled, shrugged, and said, "In my opinion, I'm the one who got the upper hand. Psychologically, we're already 29, and you're only in your early 20s. And I feel like this is how my life will be. I really don't have any plans to get married. If you also feel you have no plans to get married, and both families are pressuring you to get married, then we can just make do and that can solve the problem of pressure to get married."

Dai Tong couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Haven't you ever thought about this? If they're not urging you to get married, they'll probably be urging you to have children. Maybe after the first child, they'll be urging you to have a second child, and after the second child, they'll be urging you to have a third child. They'll always find a reason to urge you to have children."

"Don't you still have your brother? I guess he wouldn't push us that much. Look, your brother and my eldest brother haven't gotten married yet, and I haven't seen any family urging us two younger ones. Instead, they're pushing us two younger ones. This is something I don't understand."

Speaking of this Dai Tong, I felt a little embarrassed, but since Liu Yuan was going to be engaged to my family, it would be better to tell her about some family matters as soon as possible. If she accidentally said the wrong thing when talking at home in the future because she didn't know, it would inevitably be a little embarrassing.

Dai Tong cleared her throat and said, "Since you want to get engaged, let me tell you about my family. Then you will understand why they are so eager to get me engaged instead of urging my elder brother to get married."

After he finished speaking, Dai Tong's eyes grew empty and vague, as if he were looking through a wall into a distant place. Then his expression turned painful. But he continued, "Ten years ago, I was kidnapped. I was only twelve then, at that age when I felt I was powerful and could handle anything without relying on adults..."

The summer vacation when he was twelve happened to be the time for him to go from primary school to junior high school. Tang Ziji had no homework and didn't want to attend any training classes arranged by his parents, so he planned to secretly run away to his uncle's house in another city to hide for a while.

So, following his "careful planning", he got rid of his bodyguards and boarded a bus heading north. He felt both excited and nervous.

However, when he was about to change buses and head to the train station, he met a mother and son on the bus. The boy looked only a year or two younger than him and was diligently doing his homework on the bus, while his mother was beside him, taking care of him.

Maybe in the eyes of others this is a picture of hard work and warmth, but in the eyes of children of Tang Ziji's age it is really pretentious.

He sat directly opposite the child and felt very disdainful.

The child suddenly seemed to have encountered some problem and thought for a long time, and finally looked at his mother with an expression for help.

His mother smiled helplessly, patted his head and said, "Xiao Jie, you have to think about this question yourself. Mommy can't teach you anymore. Why don't you leave it blank for now and ask your classmates or teachers later?"

The child called Xiaojie lowered his head in confusion. His mother looked at him with a distressed expression. Then his mother looked up at Tang Ziji.

Many years later, Tang Ziji often wondered if he hadn't been so pretentious back then, he wouldn't have suffered all the hardships he endured later.

But there are not so many ifs in reality.

The mother looked at Tang Ziji with a glint of surprise in her eyes. She smiled and said to him, "Little friend, are you in fifth or sixth grade? Can you teach my son this question?"

Tang Ziji scoffed. He glanced at it from the corner of his eye. The question wasn't difficult. If the boy across from him couldn't solve it, he was just stupid. He tried so hard, but he couldn't even solve such a simple question. I really don't know what he's doing.

Tang Ziji wanted to slap him in the face, so he gladly accepted it. With a fake smile on his face, he acted like a good brother and patiently explained the problem to the child named Xiaojie.

The child looked surprised, and he and his mother praised Tang Ziji a lot, and then asked Tang Ziji several questions in a row.

Tang Ziji inexplicably felt a sense of vanity and accomplishment. In this vanity and accomplishment, Tang Ziji actually patiently explained all the questions to the child named Xiaojie.

Therefore, the plan to go to his uncle's house was put on hold because Xiaojie's mother told him that he could live with them and she would give him money to help Xiaojie with his homework, just like a summer job.

Tang Ziji was tempted. Even if he went to his uncle's house, his uncle probably wouldn't have much time to care for him. He might just call his mother and be brought back home. So, why not just live with Xiaojie?

Tang Ziji was indeed comfortable during the first few days. He had money, food, and could play games to his heart's content. The only mentally taxing task was teaching Xiaojie how to do his homework. But even that was a piece of cake for him.

But a week later, when Xiaojie's mother came back with messy hair, things were different.

That day, Xiaojie's mother came home with messy hair, wrinkled clothes and red eyes.

Tang Ziji was also curious about what had happened to her, but he felt that it was her private matter, so he did not ask.

Then he hid in the guest room that Xiaojie's mother arranged for him and hid there until dinner time.

During this time, the house was quiet and he didn't know what Xiaojie and his mother were doing. In short, he felt that it was not appropriate for him to appear in front of them.

During dinner, Xiaojie came over to call him. Xiaojie's mother had also washed up, but her usual enthusiasm and kind smile were gone.

Tang Ziji didn't take it to heart. It was normal not to laugh when something bad happened. This meal wasn't as lively and cheerful as usual. And by the end of the meal, Tang Ziji had lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he found himself bound hands and feet, with a rag stuffed in his mouth and several layers of tape wrapped around it. He was lying on his side on a cold iron sheet, covered with a slightly translucent waterproof cloth.

Lying there, I could clearly feel the bumps and the noisy cars around me. I guess I was lying in the bucket of a three-wheeled truck.

He was confused for a moment, not understanding what was going on. Shouldn't he be sitting at Shen Yujie's house having dinner with his mother, Shen Ruyan?

What was going on now? Why was he there behind this broken tricycle? Before he could figure it out, the surroundings had changed significantly.

He could no longer hear the sound of vehicles passing by, nor could he hear people talking around him. Everything began to become quiet, but the tricycle still showed no sign of stopping.

Tang Ziji realized that someone wanted to take him away. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he couldn't just sit there and wait for death.

So he tried every possible way to carefully wriggle his body and move towards the wall of the car next to him.