After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Shows-Chapter 30 Visiting Jiang Lingxu

In the breakfast shop across from the neighborhood.

Jiang Lingxi took the tofu pudding brought over by the lady boss and placed it beside Jiang Wenhu. Remembering that both mother and daughter in her original memories liked sweet things, she scooped a spoonful of sugar from the jar on the table and added it to the tofu pudding.

Jiang Wenhu held the scallion pancake in her hand, watching her daughter's actions, and couldn't help but sniffle.

Jiang Lingxi put the sugar jar back in its place and looked up to meet her somewhat red eyes.

"Xixi, it's been a long time since we had a meal together like this."

Jiang Lingxi remained silent upon hearing this.

Work in the entertainment industry is inherently irregular; as long as there is work, one still needs to be busy when others are on weekend breaks.

Moreover, her original self deliberately avoided this stifling and oppressive home. Recalling it, in her memories left by her original self, there were indeed no times of having meals together as a family.

A daughter who doesn't come home, a son who can't come home, a husband who is an alcoholic and too temperamental to accept the reality of bankruptcy even now.

The pressure the mother in front of her endured was no less than her original self.

"These years, you've worked hard."

Jiang Wenhu couldn't hold back anymore, tears streaming down.

She didn't even know she had been waiting for these simple words all along.

With tears, she finished a filling breakfast, burped, took a tissue handed to her, and wiped her face. Only then did she tentatively ask in a small voice, "Xixi, with that Mr. Shen, are you now..."

As she spoke, she stumbled, really not knowing how to ask her daughter.

Back then, Mr. Shen appeared when the family was at its wits' end and settled the family's debts with a single action, with the sole condition of marrying her daughter.

She felt it was too hasty, but after her husband went out and asked about the Shen family's reputation, he directly agreed, and later her daughter tacitly agreed to this matter too, leaving her opinions redundant.

But this, after all, concerns a major issue of marriage. Despite her intuition that her daughter and son-in-law's sudden marriage was odd, with her daughter not coming home and son-in-law also too busy, she didn't have a chance to understand more, so she could only play dumb too.

It wasn't until her daughter was finally willing to come back and see her that she dared to tentatively ask.

Jiang Lingxi wasn't planning to bluntly say that this marriage was just in name, so she thought for a moment and replied, "It's okay."

All this time, they had been peacefully ignoring each other, so it was just okay.

If there were real feelings, it would be troublesome instead.

However, Jiang Wenhu obviously misunderstood, only thinking her daughter meant that the couple was getting along well, and suddenly felt relieved, "That's good, that's good. As long as you two are doing well, I'm at ease."

The pre-arranged car happened to arrive, so Jiang Lingxi smoothly changed the topic.

There really wasn't much to talk about between her and Mr. Shen. If Jiang Wenhu continued to ask, she couldn't ensure she wouldn't slip up.

The mother and daughter got into the car, remaining somewhat silent on the way to the Juvenile Detention Center.

From fifteen to eighteen, anyone could tell that these are three of the most valuable years in a person's life.

Ordinary boys at this age either sit in spacious and bright classrooms or gallop on the playground, showing off their skills, perhaps even meeting a girl they like and experiencing a youthful love.

It would be extremely colorful.

But Jiang Lingxu's fifteen to eighteen years were spent confined in a small space without freedom, his body restrained, even his soul was bound.

Although Jiang Wenhu was happy to soon see her son with her own eyes, she couldn't help but feel heartache when she thought about the place they were about to meet.

Even with her daughter sitting beside her this time, she didn't feel like chatting anymore.

Jiang Lingxi could understand her feelings. After learning that there were still places like the Juvenile Detention Center in this millennium, she linked it to the Qingya Court she had established back then.

The Qingya Court was also used to confine young troublemakers, only back then it was all about children from courtier families and didn't involve commoners.

Given the vast population, she couldn't manage too many people despite having immense energy, so she could only restrain a small portion within her sight.

In her view, this Juvenile Detention Center could be considered a modern version of the Qingya Court.

The car stopped at the entrance of the Juvenile Detention Center, and the mother and daughter got off with the things they had brought. Upon entering, they first took out their ID cards to register, and the items they brought were carefully inspected to ensure there were no dangerous objects before being labeled and placed in the items area to be distributed to the recipients later.

They were then taken to the waiting room of the visitation area.

Being a visitation day, they saw many parents who also came to visit their children.

The expressions on these parents' faces were identical to Jiang Wenhu's, a mix of hope and excitement, yet the atmosphere in the entire waiting room was both somber and silent.

It's complex, but there was a strong sense of empathy among them.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, someone at the door called out, "Are Jiang Lingxu's parents here?"

Jiang Wenhu quickly raised her hand, "Here, here, here." She said, already standing up and heading to the door.

Jiang Lingxi got up and followed.

"Room 03 for visitation, half an hour of visit time, hurry along."

"Thank you, thank you." Jiang Wenhu repeatedly expressed her gratitude, and seeing her daughter following, she led the way familiarly to the entrance of Room 03.

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Upon reaching the door, she took a deep breath before pushing the door open.

Jiang Lingxi followed her in, first surveying the environment of the visitation room.

The room wasn't big, but it was divided into two spaces by a glass wall.

Visitors and those being visited could only communicate through small holes left in the glass, unable to even shake hands.

There were chairs on both sides of the glass wall, with two considerately placed on her and Jiang Wenhu's side.

Jiang Lingxi sat down behind Jiang Wenhu, looking at the boy across the glass who had his head lowered, showing only his high-bridged nose, obscuring his expression.

The shaved head was very round, but he was also very thin, with his skinny clothes revealing the shape of his backbone.

Upon seeing him not raising his head, Jiang Wenhu couldn't help but knock on the glass in front of her, cautiously calling out, "Little Xu?"

"Little Xu, lift your head. Mom came to see you, and your sister put aside her work to come too."

Jiang Lingxi watched as the boy's back suddenly stiffened, then he raised his head to look this way, eyes filled with disbelief.

Jiang Lingxi: "..."

She finally saw the boy's face clearly, and understood why this child had kept his head down just now.

Her original self's beauty was renowned in the entertainment industry, and born of the same parents, Jiang Lingxu's appearance wasn't lacking either.

The boy had a clear, stubborn handsomeness, not losing out to those "school idols" that Lu Zhengzheng had admired.

But the fresh scars on one side of his nose and the corner of his eye ruined this beauty.

Jiang Wenhu's eyes instantly turned red.

"You, what happened to your face, did you get into a fight?"

Jiang Lingxu subconsciously raised his hand to cover the wound on his face but inadvertently exposed the wounds on his knuckles. Seeing his mom already tearing up on the other side, he simply gave up.

"Just a little friction with someone in the same dormitory. The injury isn't serious; it'll heal in a couple of days, so Mom, could you stop crying?"

Jiang Wenhu quickly lowered her head to wipe her eyes, "Then keep yourself out of trouble and don't worry me. Mom calculated, the three years will pass quickly, and you'll be out soon."

Jiang Lingxu pursed his lips, a trace of ridicule flashing in his eyes.

Even if he gets out, so what? He'll carry this criminal record for life, impacting his future education and employment opportunities.

Jiang Wenhu, busy wiping tears, didn't see this expression, but Jiang Lingxi noticed it.

The kid sure thinks far ahead.

Jiang Lingxu looked into his sister's gaze, dazed, then turned his head away awkwardly, concealing his discomfort.

After a moment of awkwardness, he finally asked in a low voice, "Why did you come, no work?"