"Get on Her Boat" - Chapter 59: ...You're pregnant?!

The next morning, Wanzi was woken up by being vigorously patted.
"Get up! Time to eat!"
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was my mother's swollen face from crying the night before.
Thinking to herself, "Oh no," Wan Zi knew she wouldn't be in much better shape. She glanced at her phone and nearly fainted: "Mom, I start work at ten, it's not even eight yet! Why are you waking me up so early..."
"You sleep this late every day? Get up now!"
Obviously unaware that Wanzi habitually skips breakfast, her mother urged again, "Hurry up! My flight is at 1 p.m., I have to leave after we finish eating."
"You're not flying until 1 a.m.?" Wan Zi struggled to get up and wash, almost collapsing again. "Why are you going to the airport so early?"
"Don't you have any common sense? You absolutely must arrive at the airport four hours early! Otherwise you'll miss your flight!"
Wan Zi: "..."
Even among parents and children, the growing divergence in values between generations is scattered throughout the little things in life. These seemingly trivial and complex details, upon closer examination, can be sharp and hurtful.
Wan Zi understood this principle, so she didn't want to argue with her mother about whether to go to the airport four hours early, whether to get up at 7:30 every day, or whether people must eat breakfast... But when she saw the table full of delicious food, she still sighed inwardly.
Congee, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, pickled vegetables, and tea eggs.
A meal of elaborate carbohydrates, rich in maternal love but nutritionally unbalanced, will make her doze off before noon.
"Is it tasty?"
"Mmm," Wan Zi said, giving a thumbs up as she drank her second bowl of porridge, "It still tastes just like it did when I was a kid."
"That's fine then." Mom smiled. "Oh, right, this is for you."
She pushed a small item towards her, and Wan Zi's gaze froze the moment she saw it; she almost spat out her porridge—
"...You're pregnant?!"
It was a pregnancy test. The outer packaging had already been removed; it was blue and white, with two festive red lines floating in the small window.
"Don't you even know how old I am?" Mom rolled her eyes. "I found this in your bathroom. Take a closer look."
I had just been fiddling with the pregnancy test when I called Liang Jingming last night. Wan Zi naturally remembered that, which is why she took it.
Upon closer inspection, the two red lines were too uniform in thickness, resembling more the marks left by a pen than a natural reaction from the test strip. Uncapping the pregnancy test, the absorbent hole, which should have been moist, was completely dry to the touch.
It's clear that the mother faked the pregnancy result.
“I suggest you show the pregnancy test to your boyfriend, Xiao Liang,” her mother said, gazing at her intently. “Normally, you only interact with people for basic things like eating, drinking, and using the toilet, so it’s actually quite difficult to truly understand a person. Only by suddenly telling a man that you’re pregnant can you see his true attitude towards you.”
Moving the pregnancy test away, Wan Zi shook her head: "Testing other people is boring, especially testing men."
Her mother loved her very much, but she no longer understood her.
Having navigated life alone for so many years, she believes that the most important thing in life is to maintain a graceful demeanor; and she also believes that the most important thing in a relationship is not to be subservient to a man. If a relationship makes her suspicious, pressured into marriage, or even causes her to lose herself, she'd rather just end it.
Not to mention her vast knowledge of wifely wisdom and husband-taming techniques, which is the life state she despises most. A wife who follows her husband's lead may seem happy and fulfilling, but in the end, it's nothing more than revolving around a man. Even if she truly holds onto her partner, she also ties up her own life.
"Boring, but necessary."
The mother said earnestly, "If Xiao Liang can't find anything wrong with it, then you're very lucky. Tell him it was all a prank, and you'll both be happy; if his behavior disappoints you, then you're even luckier."
Wan Zi looked up instantly and saw her mother's smile deepen: "This means you don't need to waste your time on him. You can find someone else you can entrust your life to, get married and have children, and get the 15 million yuan compensation for the demolition."
"Isn't living like this less risky?"
The porridge had gone cold, tasting like coarse paste. Wan Zi still swallowed it mouthful by mouthful, letting the coolness slowly slide down her esophagus and seep into her heart.
After finishing the bowl of wine, she slowly spoke: "Mom, if, I mean if."
“I just want to be with Liang Jingming, to be together without considering the consequences. It doesn’t matter if we don’t get married, it doesn’t matter if we don’t get the 15 million.” She looked up. “Can you accept that?”
Their eyes met, like a battle of wills. From childhood to adulthood, Wan Zi had always felt that she didn't look like her mother, but now she felt the same stubbornness in the face and eyes of the woman opposite her.
"I told you last night, it's your own business, you decide for yourself." Finally, Mom looked away first, "So you don't need to consider whether I can accept it."
"But here's the thing: I've maintained my marriage with your father for so many years, all for the sake of his family's household registration in his hometown, which could be used for land expropriation. It's all for you."
“If you were to say now that you want to throw fifteen million into the water because of an eighteen-year-old boy, of course, no problem.” The mother was still smiling, but the smile had faded from her eyes. “It’s just because I haven’t been willing to spend a single penny for over ten years, and I’ve endured so much hardship and made so many sacrifices for you…”
"Everything has become meaningless."
Each word was like a mortar shell bursting into the sky. Even the sulfurous smoke after the explosions carried a heavy echo.
"I was just saying." After a moment of silence, Wan Zi smiled.
“I know.” Just like when she was little, her mother patted her head. “You’ve always been a good child.”
"You've never let me down, and I believe you'll make the right choice."
Keep smiling, and Wanzi will no longer speak.
Just moments before hearing the answer, she had imagined her mother softly saying—
Money isn't that important; what's important is finding someone who cares about you and cherishes you.
If Liang Jingming is the right person, then Mom sincerely wishes you all the best.
It seems she was overthinking it.
What time to get up and whether or not to eat breakfast are just trivial matters in life; the real divide is revealed at this moment.
Her mother has the right to criticize her for being naive, but what right does she have to attack her mother for being worldly? It was her mother who gave her life; it was her mother who raised her; it was her mother who planned her future.
The one who can skillfully use moral blackmail and mental control over her is also her mother.
Yes, the mother and daughter reconciled last night. But like a rising tide, it can wash away temporary estrangement, but it cannot erase decades of entanglement and debt.
Before she could figure things out, she grew up, and at the same time, her mother grew old. Like two intersecting arcs that then diverged, they could only swallow their loneliness, endure their differences, and watch each other drift further and further apart, understanding each other without words.
Time flies, and it continues to move forward.
But there's very little we can do next.
"I already told you I don't need you to take me; I can take the airport express myself."
After breakfast, Wanzi insisted on taking her mother to the airport, but her mother insisted on not delaying her to work, and the two almost had another big fight.
"Alright, then be careful." With a sigh, Wan Zi finally surrendered.
My mother has always been this way: independent, strong-willed, and doesn't like to trouble others, even her own daughter.
"Please don't try to save money by booking a 1 PM flight next time, okay? Book a flight that includes meals, please."
"You need to have lunch at the airport. Don't think that food at the airport is expensive; you must eat something..."
"Okay, okay, this is so annoying," Mom frowned.
Wan Zi chuckled. She never imagined that after all these years of twists and turns, she would end up being the one who was so long-winded.
But she couldn't help saying, "Be careful in Taiwan, don't get too carried away and forget about safety... You have to use the card I gave you, understand? Don't always be so stingy with your money..."
When the time for parting finally came, Wanzi was somewhat relieved that she hadn't seen her mother off at the terminal, and even more relieved that the Airport Express was just a subway train, which eased all the heaviness of the farewell.
Otherwise, she really wouldn't be able to hold back her tears.
"Bye-Bye."
"goodbye."
There wasn't even a hug; she was clearly restraining her emotions. The mother, head held high, pushed her suitcase and swiped her card to enter the station. A petite middle-aged woman, wearing the large silk scarf that's a must-have for travel, her back was ramrod straight, still exuding a strong sense of being someone not to be trifled with.
Watching her retreating figure, Wan Zi couldn't help but smile. But as she squinted, she slightly raised her head to prevent her tears from falling.
She saw it; there was a plastic bag hidden in the outer compartment of her mother's suitcase. Judging from the outline, it contained two leftover steamed buns from breakfast.
Mom agreed verbally, but she probably wouldn't spend money on food at the airport.
After completing all the formalities, she would probably sit alone in the waiting hall, fill her cup with the free hot water, take out the cold buns, eat and drink, look at the spotless tarmac, temporarily leave behind her husband, daughter and ordinary life, and wait to go to Taiwan, which she has been longing for.
Waiting for a journey that should have happened decades ago in my teenage years.
Who says that even the closest relatives are always inseparable? To maintain a sense of propriety for themselves and their loved ones, everyone has secrets.
Just as her mother wouldn't tell Wanzi that she brought steamed buns for lunch, Wanzi wouldn't tell her mother that she had only slept for three hours.
Last night, after her mother fell asleep, she checked her mother's wallet. Just as she had predicted, her mother had exchanged money in advance to get the best exchange rate.
A mere 25,000 NTD, equivalent to 5,000 RMB, while Mom is staying in Taiwan for half a month, her daily budget is only 350 RMB.
Wan Zi was furious. This woman finally got to live for herself, but she still wouldn't spend money on herself.
Even if you give her the card, she definitely won't use it; because it's expensive, she won't withdraw cash overseas unless it's a last resort. Wanzi even doubts whether she knows how to withdraw cash overseas.
So Wanzi couldn't sleep at all and went out that night to find an international ATM. She walked three or four subway stops, withdrew all the NT dollars in the surrounding neighborhood, and managed to scrape together NT$75,000. Before dawn, she stuffed it back into her mother's wallet.
A full 100,000 NTD should be enough for Mom. Customs won't allow her to bring even a penny more.
Wan Zi knew that once her mother found out, she would definitely start yelling at her.
She could even picture the powerful lines spoken in that voice—
"Wanzi! You brat! Did you put the NT dollars in there? Are you crazy?! You took so much money without saying a word, what are you trying to do!"
Then, she can say with a smile—
"Mom, you can spend this."
"If you run out of 100,000 NTD, just keep swiping your card."
"Don't come back unless you've spent all your money."
But there are some things Wan Zi will never say.
It's too embarrassing to talk about, too cheesy, so I can only keep it heavy in my heart, even though it's so important.
For example, Mom, the fried dough sticks you make are so delicious. I've been searching for this taste in Hong Kong for seven years and I still can't find it.
For example, Mom, I wasn't there for you during your menopause, and I'm sorry I couldn't alleviate your helplessness and loneliness.
For example, Mom, if you have someone you like, I support you in ending your marriage and pursuing the love you want again.
For example...
Because you are my mother, even if you abandon me...
I also hope that you can have true freedom.

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