CHAPTER 556: CHAPTER 556: THE WARMTH XIAO MINGLAN BROUGHT HER

Tang Li doesn’t care how Lai Wenyan will treat Lai Shengxia and her daughter.

According to her understanding of such hypocrites, Lai Wenyan might take out his frustrations and suffocation on Ouyang Qian by beating her.

But—

The thing about beating one’s wife.

It’s like a drug addiction; once there’s a first time, it’s easy for there to be a second.

Tang Li, wearing a mask, sat on the bus and took the necklace out of her pocket, stroking the edges of the agate stone, her thoughts on Tang Yin making her mood inexplicably heavy.

The bus stopped at a station five hundred meters from the school.

After getting off the bus, Tang Li walked back to school.

Just passing the intersection, the cellphone in the backpack kept vibrating.

Seeing the incoming call, it showed [Song Jingtian].

Tang Li put the phone to her ear, and a soft, mushy voice came through: "Where are you?"

"On my way back to school," Tang Li replied, glancing at the dim sky: "Have you had dinner yet?"

"Not yet, because I have to wait for a sloppy girl!"

"Got another girlfriend recently?"

The little guy hummed twice, Tang Li wanted to tease more, but the person on the other end of the phone changed.

The person asked when she would be back.

About five minutes later, Tang Li hurried to the entrance of Wentan Garden.

She pulled out her access card and swiped it.

She ran into the dormitory building, circled up the stairs, and slowed down as she reached the floor where her room was, hesitating to go forward.

The dorm room door was ajar with warm yellow light spilling out.

Tang Li approached, heard the sound of a cartoon, pushed open the door, and it was the familiar layout she knew.

A pair of children’s leather shoes lay by her bed.

Song Jingtian was lying on the bed, holding a tablet and watching cartoons.

In the bathroom, the sound of running water echoed, and a slender shadow was cast on the door.

Song Jingtian turned his head and saw Tang Li, his left foot in cartoon cotton socks rubbing his right foot: "If you didn’t come back, my mother and I were planning to leave!"

Tang Li didn’t engage, simply placing the backpack on the chair.

She brushed her hands on her denim trousers, then walked toward the bathroom.

Wu Xuehan had a night scene today, Yu Sui was with her on set, and they wouldn’t be back in the dorm before ten at night.

In the bathroom, Xiao Minglan rolled up the sleeves of her knitted yarn, pouring out the dirty water from the basin. From a few steps away, Tang Li could smell the fragrance of the laundry detergent, and as she approached, she noticed her own underwear, which she had changed late at night and forgotten to wash, hanging above.

Xiao Minglan saw her, her expression calm: "Clothes stained with menstrual blood become harder to wash the longer they are kept hidden. Also, it’s best to use special soap for personal items like undergarments."

"...I’ll go buy some later," Tang Li replied, her face reddening.

Xiao Minglan nodded, her gaze falling on Tang Li’s ankles beneath her capri pants: "Since your period has come, you should pay more attention to keeping warm with your clothes. You’re still young now, but if you neglect it and develop chronic issues, you’ll suffer when you’re older."

Tang Li quickly bent down to pull down her trouser legs and then stood up straight.

Even though it was already getting hot by the end of May, Tang Li didn’t feel upset about Xiao Minglan’s words.

Instead of feeling constrained, there was warmth from being cared for.

After Tang Yin’s death, it had been a long time since a female elder had carefully instructed her on such matters.

Including washing the underwear she’d dirtied—

She thought that apart from Tang Yin, no one else would do such things for her.

But now, Xiao Minglan was doing just that.

Tang Li was thinking of saying something when Xiao Minglan spoke first: "I happened to pass by your school, and Jingtian wanted to visit, so we came."