Helpless Mrs. Du, It's Terrible, Xiao Hanhan Your Boyfriend Has Jumped Off the Building

"Hanhan, open the door, Hanhan! It's Mom, wuwuwu..."

Du Wanyi clung to the doorframe, wailing loudly enough for the entire old mansion to hear. Her tearful sobs might have fooled anyone into thinking she'd suffered some grave injustice—but in truth, she was just putting on an act.

Last night, sensing her precious daughter's unusual mood, Du Wanyi, as a mother, had resolutely decided to stay and comfort her, determined to prevent any psychological distress.

Of course, it absolutely wasn’t because she hadn’t gotten to cuddle her sweet, soft daughter in ages—Hanhan’s legs, Hanhan’s tiny hands, Hanhan’s... Absolutely not!

With great difficulty, Du Wanyi had suppressed her inner "pervy mom" persona yesterday. After resorting to shameless begging, tantrums, and all manner of underhanded tactics, she’d finally succeeded in staying the night, fulfilling her dream of snuggling with her sweet, soft daughter.

Madam Du, who almost never went to bed on time, had turned in unusually early—lights out before 11 PM. Nestled under the covers, surrounded by the scent of her daughter, she took a deep, satisfied inhale before enthusiastically patting the empty space beside her.

"Come on, little Hanhan, hop in! Mommy won’t do anything to you that only your future husband should do. Absolutely not!"

Shen Qinghan: "..."

Silently, Shen Qinghan picked up her pillow and left her own room. After closing the door, she even thoughtfully barricaded it to prevent a certain shameless married woman from sneaking out to harass her daughter.

In the end, Shen Qinghan couldn’t hold out against Du Wanyi’s persistence. She returned to her room, pillow in hand, and climbed into the bed that the said married woman had helpfully warmed for her.

She closed her eyes and tried to sleep.

Shen Qinghan’s breathing soon steadied, her long lashes fluttering slightly, her delicate nose rising and falling rhythmically with each breath—adorable beyond words. And how did someone know all this? Naturally, because a certain married woman was staring at her daughter with barely contained excitement.

"Slurp, slurp..."

Du Wanyi hadn’t turned off the lights early just to sleep!

After so many years, she’d finally seized this rare chance to get close to her daughter—how could she let it go to waste? Just sleeping was nowhere near enough for her. She wanted...

"Oh? Little Hanhan, weren’t you already asleep? If you’re asleep, your eyes should be closed, you know?"

Just as Du Wanyi was about to extend her wicked claws toward her daughter, she noticed the girl’s eyes seemed to be open. Blinking innocently, she "kindly reminded" her daughter what a sleeping person should look like.

Shen Qinghan said nothing. She simply got up, walked around the room, and eventually found the carrot plushie she’d often used as a child. She lifted it high—and then...

EXCALIBUR!!!

THUD!

Du Wanyi took a direct hit to the head, her eyes rolling back as she collapsed, instantly knocked out. Having accomplished her mission, Shen Qinghan returned the "Holy Sword" to its rightful place, climbed back into bed, pulled up the covers, and went to sleep.

Madam Du, having suffered this blow, slept straight through till morning.

When she woke, the sweet, soft daughter she’d been cuddling was gone—only the lingering fragrance on the sheets and her own clothes remained.

Du Wanyi sniffed the lingering scent in the blankets and deduced that her little Hanhan had been up for nearly two hours already—her warmth long faded, leaving only the faint trace of her perfume behind.

With practiced expertise, Du Wanyi hugged the blanket her daughter had slept under, took several deep inhales, and savored the moment before reluctantly dragging herself out of bed.

"Ugh, if only I’d kissed her more when she was little! Now that she’s grown up, she won’t even let Mommy near her!"

Grumbling through clenched teeth, Du Wanyi stewed in frustration. In truth, she’d been just as shameless when Shen Qinghan was a child.

Her favorite moments back then had been feeding her little Hanhan—teasing her by withholding bites just to see her pout in adorable frustration. But now that she’d grown up, all she got were disdainful looks and the silent judgment of a "disgusting old woman." Wuwuwu... How heartbreaking.

Of course, Du Wanyi seemed to have conveniently forgotten the times she’d gone out to play and forgotten to feed the young miss entirely. Since no one else was allowed near her, little Shen Qinghan had often ended up fainting from hunger. If it had happened once or twice, it might have been excusable—but this was a recurring problem.

The fact that the young miss had survived to adulthood at all meant her "starvation resistance" stat was maxed out. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have made it past childhood.

Naturally, Madam Du never brought this up—and forbade anyone else in the household from mentioning it. Those who dared gossip were to be dragged out and fed to the dogs.

She’d thought this would bury the past forever. Unfortunately, the young miss had an extraordinary memory—near-photographic recall. She remembered every childhood incident, and her grudge over the "starvation resistance" training never faded.

Knowing she was in the wrong, Du Wanyi always resorted to theatrics to deflect—crying, throwing fits, even fake-suicide threats—claiming that, as a first-time mother, she shouldn’t be judged too harshly for such "minor" oversights.

In short... Madam Du was a shameless fraud. She’d pulled these stunts in her own family, and now, as a mother, she was doing the same to her child.

If she ever wrote a memoir, the title would undoubtedly be The Art of Being a Shameless Scoundrel.

With her little Hanhan no longer in the room, there was no reason to linger. Du Wanyi took two final, deep sniffs of the young miss’s bedding, savoring the lingering scent with bliss, before finally getting up to hunt down her daughter.

This was Du Wanyi’s daily routine—eat, sleep, and pester her daughter. The first half of her life had been absurdly smooth, and unless something went terribly wrong, the second half would be no different.

Born at the top, she’d never had to struggle like Ye Cheng, slaving away as a forklift driver in some shady logistics company. Her only concerns were what to eat today, what to eat tomorrow, and where to go for fun.

And if even those grew dull, she could always go harass her daughter.

For some reason, every time Shen Qinghan looked at her with disdain, Du Wanyi felt an inexplicable thrill—as if some latent part of her had awakened. She even fantasized about her little Hanhan kicking her a few times.

Sadly, the young miss had issued a stern warning: if Du Wanyi kept up her weird behavior, she’d run away from home and never return.

Ah, that simply wouldn’t do! Without little Hanhan, Mommy would wither away and die! Wuwuwu...

Helpless, the inexplicably eccentric Madam Du had no choice but to rein in her mischievous thoughts. After all, her dear Qinghan wasn’t just making empty threats—she would absolutely follow through.

She still remembered that one incident years ago when she had run away from home for nearly half a month, leaving everyone heartbroken. In the end, it was Du Wanyi who tearfully begged her to return. With that lesson learned, she dared not act recklessly again.

But since she couldn’t act out, she resorted to the scene from earlier.

Du Wanyi had been watching eagerly from the side as the young lady read, only to spout some outrageous remarks and promptly get thrown out. Now she was sprawled against the door, wailing in fake tears.

Unfortunately, the young lady, having fallen for this trick countless times before, refused to open the door. Her heart was now harder than steel.

The person outside wasn’t a mother—just a weird old lady with a strange habit of sniffing her daughter’s belongings. Opening the door would be pure madness.

"Darn it, she’s not falling for it this time!"

After fake-crying for a while, Du Wanyi pressed her ear against the door, listening for any movement inside. When she heard nothing, she grumbled in frustration.

"I have to come up with a plan…"

Her eyes darted around mischievously before a lightbulb practically lit up above her head.

A sly grin spread across Du Wanyi’s face as she raised an eyebrow, finally deciding to target her dear Qinghan’s "boyfriend."

"Qinghan, you brought this on yourself!" Her tone was oddly excited, betraying no sense of coercion—just sheer eagerness.

Knowing her daughter’s temperament, Du Wanyi usually avoided meddling too much. She didn’t pry into her daughter’s personal affairs, only keeping a general awareness of recent events. After all, knowing too much would earn her daughter’s disdain.

But this was no ordinary situation.

With Qinghan clearly acting out of character, it was only natural for a mother to step in and show concern. Definitely not because of curiosity or gossip—absolutely not!

Du Wanyi scrambled up from the floor and dashed off barefoot, disappearing in seconds.

"Little Lanlan, help me investigate someone…"

Half an hour later.

Inside the flower-arranging room.

Du Wanyi pored over the freshly gathered intel with great relish, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief.

"Good heavens… There’s actually someone who can get along with Qinghan? Is this guy even human?"

Just skimming through recent events at the school, she arrived at a very fair assessment—why fair?

Because as Qinghan’s mother, she knew exactly how terrible her daughter’s personality was. She had long given up hope, resigning herself to never having grandchildren, destined to be a lonely old woman. But now… a miracle had happened!

Someone actually clicked with her Qinghan!

After nearly twenty years of despair, she had even prepared herself for the possibility of Qinghan bringing home a woman. But fate had smiled upon her—the Du family line would continue after all!

"Let’s see, let’s see… What’s our future son-in-law like?"

"Ye Cheng… Hmm, nice name. Simple yet dignified—sounds like an honest kid!"

Du Wanyi was already singing praises just from his name alone. It wasn’t that her standards were low—she was just desperate. After enduring for so long, finally, a man who could tolerate Qinghan had appeared. She couldn’t let this one slip away!

Otherwise, her stubborn Qinghan might end up alone forever. At this point, Du Wanyi was practically seeing Ye Cheng in a green-tinted light—who cared about the details?

"Raised in an orphanage, kind-hearted, slightly eccentric behavior, handsome looks…"

She muttered to herself while flipping through the documents, growing more and more pleased. Being raised in an orphanage was perfect—no future mother-in-law issues to worry about. Not that Qinghan would ever let herself be bullied, but still.

Kind-hearted? Even better! He had to be a good kid—just like her Qinghan. A match made in heaven!

But what did "slightly eccentric behavior" mean?

Du Wanyi frowned slightly at this description but quickly dismissed it. So what if he was a little odd? As long as Qinghan liked him.

And as for his looks… Let’s see…

She rummaged through the files and pulled out a photo—a childhood picture of Ye Cheng in an orphanage group shot. Though unmarked, she immediately spotted him.

The fairest, most delicate-looking boy in the crowd—that had to be him!

"Little Lanlan, is this the one?" She pointed at the refined little boy in the photo. The short-haired woman beside her studied it briefly, recalling Ye Cheng’s appearance from last night, and nodded.

"That’s him."

"So handsome! Hmph, why is there some shameless little girl clinging to my Xiao Cheng?"

Her joy lasted all of two seconds before she noticed a frail-looking little girl standing beside Ye Cheng in the photo. Though sickly compared to him, the girl was undeniably pretty.

The two stood out in the picture like a perfect pair, almost too well-matched. Du Wanyi narrowed her eyes, a hint of hostility creeping in.

Her instincts told her this girl wasn’t just some random childhood friend…

But then again, it was all in the past. She shoved the rest of the documents aside without reading, focusing instead on admiring Ye Cheng’s other photos.

Had she bothered to read further, she would’ve discovered Lin Baizhi’s "suspected" crush on Ye Cheng. But alas, Madam Du had no patience for details.

Once she finished flipping through the photos, she still craved more.

"That’s it? Go dig up more, Little Lanlan!" She stared eagerly at the woman before her.

Short-haired woman: "…"

For some reason, she had a feeling the young mistress wouldn’t be too pleased if she heard this.

"Yes, Madam!"

She turned back to her computer, continuing to gather whatever recent photos of Ye Cheng she could find—mostly candid shots from around the school.

A simple image comparison and search quickly brought up other photos of Ye Cheng—though... with considerably less clothing.

"Shocking! A male student actually did THIS in his dorm room..."

Still clickbait, but the images were undeniably eye-catching. The short-haired woman froze for a moment before succumbing to temptation and clicking into the post, reading it intently.

However... the further she scrolled, the more her expression twisted, beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead.

Bang!

She hurriedly snapped the laptop shut, too flustered to keep reading, her heart pounding wildly.

"What’s wrong, Little Lanlan? Did you find it? I’m still waiting, hurry up..." Du Wanyi pouted, her voice tinged with impatience. The short-haired woman hesitated, unsure whether to mention the post she’d just seen.

Noticing her silence and troubled expression, Du Wanyi frowned. "What’s the matter?"

"Madam, it’s just..."

"Just what? How many times have I told you, Little Lanlan? When something happens, don’t panic. Stay calm. Let me see."

Du Wanyi adopted a mentor-like tone, lecturing the short-haired woman, who gradually snapped out of her daze and nodded, looking properly chastised.

"Understood, Madam. I won’t react like this again. I found photos of Young Master Ye—there’s a post about him, posted just this morning..."

The short-haired woman began explaining, piquing Du Wanyi’s interest. She pulled the laptop over and started reading carefully.

"Shocking! A man actually did THIS on campus..."

"Single-arm strength exceeds 100 kg—physical prowess rivaling a superhero..."

"Devoted pursuer of the Eastern family’s young miss..."

"Driven to despair by unrequited love, repeatedly rejected by the Student Council President, contemplated suicide by jumping—only to be thwarted by his own resilience..."

"Rumored entanglement with the Shen family’s young master..."

Du Wanyi finished reading with a blank expression.

"That’s it? What’s the big deal? Why the fuss..."

The short-haired woman flushed with shame. She had underestimated her mistress’s composure. She was narrow-minded, she was guilty, she—

"By the way, Little Lanlan, lend me your laptop for a bit. I’ll return it later."

With that, Du Wanyi grabbed the laptop and left. The moment she stepped out, her composed footsteps turned into a sprint, accompanied by her frantic shouting.

"Emergency! Emergency!!! Little Qinghan, your boyfriend’s jumping off a building!!!"

The short-haired woman: "..."