Rebirth: She Became a Beautiful and Cool Bigshot-Chapter 327 - 328: A Weak Mother-Daughter Relationship

Su Xiufeng usually got up at nine in the morning if there was nothing special planned, with Aunt Wu always by her side to serve her, and her daily routine followed suit.

Other servants also dared not disturb her before the designated time.

The next day, Song Enzhi got up before five o’clock and drove alone back to the Medicinal Garden.

Her actions did not raise any suspicion.

At this time, Medicinal Food Hall was already busy, so it was normal for her to get up with everyone else.

As for going to the Medicinal Garden... if there was something to do, that was even more normal.

She also lived on the second floor of the small villa.

Su Xiufeng was on the first floor, so many servants saw her going back to the Medicinal Garden, but nobody knew about her sneaking into Song Ting’s room.

After she entered, she locked the door from the inside, and following Song Ting’s instructions, she put some valuable items inside, mainly medical books, herbs, and medicines, into a secret room about one cubic meter in size.

According to Song Ting, she only took three-quarters of the money and jewelry, leaving a quarter of the cheaper items as a disguise.

After finishing these tasks and seeing that it was still early, she went back to her room to take some important items and hide them in the secret room as well.

Finally, she took some items for disguise and walked out, ready to leave.

Before coming here, she had felt guilty about her actions towards her mother.

While sorting out her father’s belongings, she realized that apart from his medical skills, her father owned pitifully little compared to what Su Xiufeng controlled, which not only dissolved her guilt but also made her feel that her father was particularly pitiful.

If possible, she would have liked to come and go quietly, but unfortunately, she was unable to do so.

Just as she was about to exit the villa’s main gate, Aunt Wu suddenly stopped her, "Miss Song Enzhi, the lady has a message for you, please wait a moment."

"Okay."

After Song Enzhi gently responded, an idea struck her, "Prepare five hundred Medicinal Chickens and three thousand Medicinal Chicken eggs for me, I have a use for them."

The Medicinal Garden might eventually benefit someone else, so it didn’t seem excessive for her to take some items to the Medicinal Food Hall for her and Song Enyu’s living expenses.

The Song Family often gave away Medicinal Chickens and eggs as gifts, so Aunt Wu didn’t find this strange and hurriedly agreed, instructing someone to get them ready.

Song Enzhi calmly sat on the sofa waiting for Su Xiufeng.

She expected Su Xiufeng to be slow as usual, but she came quickly.

This was already very unusual.

Even more unusual was that, upon entering, she condescendingly walked up to Song Enzhi’s suitcase, smilingly asking, "You’re just helping out at the Medicinal Food Hall and it’s not far, so why did you even use a suitcase?"

Song Enzhi was calm but exceptionally sensitive.

She sensitively noticed the cold undertone in Su Xiufeng’s words, feeling utterly cold inside.

Her mother’s reaction sufficiently proved that her father’s suspicions were correct...

She forced herself to remain calm and gently said, "Meng Chuyue, that sister of mine, asked to borrow some books, and I thought this suitcase was old too, so I planned to give her both the books and the suitcase together."

"Really? Did you mix in our family’s medical books? Oh, let me check instead."

Without waiting for a reply, Su Xiufeng grabbed the suitcase, as if afraid of protest from Song Enzhi.

How could Song Enzhi protest?

Inside were some items that were important to her but worthless to others.

Sure, there were a few books, but not for lending to Zhao Xiaoxin—they were ones she personally liked.

She smiled and agreed, "Sure, what you said might really be possible, so please check carefully."

"Of course. Medical books are our family’s treasure. If one got lost, your dad would be heartbroken."

Without any guilt, Su Xiufeng dumped the contents of Song Enzhi’s suitcase onto the living room sofa, and then, like a loving mother, started to pack them back into the suitcase one by one, giving the impression to anyone unaware that she was helping Song Enzhi pack.

Naturally, the suitcase lacked anything Su Xiufeng was reluctant to part with.