Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"And what have you done? Now you've learned to disobey me. Why? For this idiot brat? Have you forgotten all the good things I've done for you?"

"..."

The more Qin Heyue spoke, the more emotional she became, and her eyes even welled up with tears.

Feeling wronged and resentful.

It almost permeated the entire living room.

Yang An swallowed hard, barely daring to breathe.

But he didn't want to find a chance to escape.

Hearing the conversation, he suddenly felt that the conflict between the mother and daughter was something he really needed to understand.

This is relatively important intelligence.

It's always better to listen openly than to listen secretly.

Although... this is their family matter...

However, I can't escape responsibility myself, so I guess it doesn't matter if I listen to it.

"I have never denied it, I have always been trying... I have always been trying..."

In contrast, Jiang Nianxi's body began to tremble slightly.

He initially thought the woman was just a little emotional.

But when he bent down slightly, he saw...

The woman did not cry.

He wasn't angry.

She is smiling.

Yes, he's laughing.

His body was trembling violently, but the corners of his mouth were turned up.

"..."

A chill ran down my spine without warning.

Yang An shuddered.

"I didn't go to Peking University... but I didn't let you down. I was still number one in my major, I received a scholarship, and I even get a monthly salary..."

After a while, Jiang Nianxi slowly raised her head, staring straight at Qin Heyue, tilting her head slightly.

"Besides the rent for us, I know you work hard, so I didn't ask for tuition or living expenses. I even sent you money because I was worried you were overworking. I advised you to change jobs, since you don't need to keep spending money on me, right?"

"I just didn't go to Peking University, did I... break any laws? I just chose the path I truly chose, did I... do anything wrong?"

"Mom, look into my eyes and tell me, do I... not know how to be grateful?"

"..."

"Hehe, hahaha..."

Jiang Nianxi smiled, but tears gradually welled up in her eyes.

Under the light, my eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist.

"I will always remember your teachings. You said that our family was poor, so we had to work hard to have a better life. You said that to love someone is to give your whole heart..."

"Hey, I did it!"

"I love him, so I do everything I can to give him the best. I know we're poor, so I started looking for jobs as soon as I was a freshman in college..."

"Have I done something wrong to you, Mom?"

"This shirt you're wearing, if I remember correctly, I bought it for you online last November, and it's still dirty now."

"I told you, I can support myself now, I don't need you to put in any more effort. It hurts me, I can't stand it, but you haven't respected my wishes at all. I told you to quit this job, it's bad for your health and exhausting, didn't you?"

"Xi Xi..." Qin Heyue opened her mouth.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi wiped away the tears that were about to fall, sobbed, and turned away.

She forced a smile and ruffled Yang An's hair: "Sweetie, excuse me."

Yang An glanced at the food on the table, then looked up at her: "But you haven't eaten yet..."

"It's okay, sweetie, these are already cold, I'll make you new ones later..."

"..."

The woman fled into the bedroom in a state of near panic.

In the living room, which was neither too big nor too small, only Yang An and Qin Heyue remained.

Qin Heyue's hand was still suspended in mid-air, making a gesture of trying to stop her.

Yang An's gaze remained fixed on the bedroom door ever since Jiang Nianxi hid inside.

He seemed somewhat dazed.

So... Jiang Nianxi has lost control of her emotions?

From the time we met until now, a year has passed.

He had never seen Jiang Nianxi act like this before.

There was no hysteria that is common among ordinary people.

There was no physical contact.

She only shed two lines of clear tears, and even her voice was barely audible.

In the past, I often saw women talking about their mothers, saying how hard their mothers worked and how good they were to them…

He thought the two had a very good relationship.

But looking at it today, it was just a fleeting glance...

Things are far more complicated than I imagined.

"Yang An".

Qin Heyue took out a tissue and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

She coughed twice; her throat was still sore from the long hours of work. "I'm going back now... You... take good care of her."

"good……"

She stood up, her body slightly hunched, and walked straight to the door.

After hesitating for a moment, I put my hand on the doorknob.

"bump."

The door closed.

Now, Yang An was truly the only one left in the living room.

No.

And... a table of food that had gone cold and was barely touched.

"..."

So, what should we do now?

Yang An stood in front of the sofa, staring at the food on the table, his mind momentarily blank.

comfort?

But why do I have such thoughts?

Jiang Nianxi, a criminal who coerced and imprisoned himself.

She has become like this.

Shouldn't I be happy?

Why am I feeling so lost...?

……

"Waaah...waaah..."

Through the wooden door of the bedroom, I couldn't hear anything at first.

But after the outer door closed, sobs that could no longer be suppressed gradually came from inside.

"..."

Why don't we go in and take a look?

Yang An's Adam's apple bobbed, his conscience, an unknown throbbing, intertwined with his past disgust.

He took a step, paused in mid-air, and then pulled it back.

After thinking it over, I walked to the bedroom door.

Forget it...

Let's consider this a special case.

He pushed open the bedroom door.

If I remember correctly, he opened the curtains completely in the morning.

Now we should get Jiang Nianxi back on track.

It was pitch black inside, with almost no light able to penetrate.

Once Yang An's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could vaguely see a small ball curled up at the head of the bed.

The sobbing sounds came out of there, intermittently.

He went closer and saw that the bedding was rolled up into a ball and piled together with the pillows, completely wrapping the person inside.

Like a little nest.

The woman's face was completely buried in her knees, her beautiful hair falling loosely.

She looked completely different from the virtuous wife and loving mother she had just portrayed with her hair tied up.

He could sense that the woman was trembling from time to time.

"..."

Finally, Yang An silently closed the door, walked to the bedside, and sat down quietly.

Perhaps for foolish women these days, darkness is the only form of camouflage.

"Waaaaah..."

He sighed and told himself that it had nothing to do with those past disputes.

It's just humanistic concern.

He gently patted the other person's back.

He thought he had been moving very gently.

But after just two pats, the woman's sobbing immediately stopped.

His body stopped shaking.

"……Um?"

Yang An was somewhat stunned. Was his hand really that effective?