Chapter 15 Before that, no matter how shy he was, he would never push her away…

My arm was cut by the blade and bled a lot.

Liang Huaixu didn't even flinch before quickly apprehending the human trafficker.

With a "thud," the knife fell to the ground.

The commotion attracted nearby tourists; some called the police, while others took photos.

When the child's mother heard the noise and came over, her face turned pale with fright. She looked at the boy in a panic, "Baby, are you hurt anywhere?"

The child, with tears in his eyes and a sobbing voice, said, "I'm okay... Waaah... Mom, it was this uncle and this sister who saved me."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and went over to thank them, "Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I don't know where my child would be now."

Liang Huaixu felt the child looked somewhat familiar. "It's alright, as long as the child wasn't abducted."

The scenic area staff rushed over, and the security department was responsible for keeping an eye on the human traffickers.

Medical staff bandaged Liang Huaixu's wounds. He examined them and said, "It's nothing serious. No major artery was damaged. A bandage will do."

Zhuang Fuyao frowned: "But he lost a lot of blood."

The medical staff smiled and said, "It just looks scary."

Zhuang Fuyao was still worried, but Liang Huaixu was much calmer than her and even reassured her, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt that much. You'll be fine after a couple of days of rest. It's not as bad as the last time I strained my muscles."

"But it's my right hand that's injured." Zhuang Fuyao muttered unhappily, asking him every few minutes, "How are you feeling?"

Liang Huaixu always patiently replied, "I feel great."

The medical staff joked, "You two have such a good relationship."

A couple?

The little boy stared wide-eyed with curiosity and whispered, "Is this older sister Uncle's wife? I thought..."

Although he spoke softly, the child's volume wasn't precisely controlled. Plus, most of the onlookers had left, making the area quiet, which made the child's voice all the more noticeable. The child's mother quickly covered his mouth and gave Liang Huaixu an apologetic smile.

Liang Huaixu frowned almost imperceptibly. It wasn't unreasonable for such a young child to call him "uncle," but compared to her calling him "sister," it wasn't so pleasant.

Zhuang Fuyao was amused, and even her previous tension dissipated by more than half.

After the police arrived, they went to the police station to give their statements. The child's father also arrived; he was a well-dressed, bespectacled, and slicked-back-hair-slicked-back professional. After confirming that the child was unharmed, he launched into a tirade against the child trafficker's ancestors, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor.

Looking at the scene, Zhuang Fuyao said to Liang Huaixu, "Sure enough, when it comes to the safety of their children, what parent wouldn't go crazy?"

Liang Huaixu realized why the face seemed familiar. He gave Zhuang Fuyao a complex and subtle look. "You don't recognize him?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Deng Qifeng saw them and exclaimed in surprise, "Teacher Zhuang, it's actually you!"

This must be an encounter with an acquaintance, but Zhuang Fuyao has no memories of the future and doesn't even know the other person's name.

After greeting Zhuang Fuyao, Deng Qifeng went over to shake hands with Liang Huaixu. "President Liang, what a coincidence! I was just thinking of inviting you two to dinner a few days ago." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "but we ran into each other at the police station."

Deng Qifeng was the organizer of Zhuang Fuyao's art exhibition, and they were fairly close, so Liang Huaixu knew him and they chatted for a few words in a social manner.

Deng Qifeng: "My wife told me that a kind person recognized the human traffickers and rescued my child. I never expected it to be you. Today is not a good day. In a while, I will pick out a bottle of good wine and invite you two to dinner. You must do me the honor of coming."

Liang Huaixu nodded slightly.

Compared to the unfathomable ruler of Changting, Deng Qifeng was more familiar with Zhuang Fuyao, so he turned to Zhuang Fuyao and chatted about some work-related matters.

When Zhuang Fuyao talks about her memories of not working, she becomes somewhat inadequate when it comes to slightly more professional topics.

Liang Huaixu noticed her unusual behavior and frowned in thought.

……..

After giving their statements, Zhuang Fuyao and Liang Huaixu left.

Zhuang Fuyao wanted to take him to the hospital to have his hand checked again, but Liang Huaixu suddenly became stubborn and refused no matter what she said.

Zhuang Fuyao was wondering if this man had become reluctant to seek medical help as he got older. "Why? Wouldn't it be more reassuring to get it checked out?"

After they left the police station, they crossed the road to the riverbank, a popular spot for tourists to take photos. At night, there are also many cruise ships on the river for sightseeing.

Liang Huaixu looked at the river view beside him, his eyes filled with a dark and unfathomable expression.

Zhuang Fuyao had a miscarriage at night. On that extremely helpless night, the operating room sign was on, and he could not help at all. He could only sit anxiously in the quiet corridor, waiting for his fate to decide.

He truly felt that no matter how much worldly success a person achieves, they are still helpless in the face of natural laws and the birth, aging, sickness, and death of their family members.

His previous efforts seemed to have been in vain, and by the time he realized it, it was too late.

Not long after, Zhuang Fuyao divorced him.

He sighed, "I don't want to go to the hospital at this time. I'm really worried about it. I'll have the family doctor come to our house later."

"That's okay too."

With the Liang family's family doctor backed by a world-class medical team, Zhuang Fuyao finally felt relieved.

A gentle river breeze caressed my face, and the air was filled with moisture, which seemed to have a magical effect of relieving fatigue, making it very pleasant and comfortable.

Liang Huaixu asked her, "Are you in a hurry to go back?"

After Zhuang Fuyao hesitated for two seconds, Liang Huaixu said, "If you're not in a hurry, let's take a walk."

"good."

They walked along the riverbank for a while, occasionally bumping into young couples cuddling on benches.

This reminded Zhuang Fuyao of the past.

Deeply influenced by idol dramas, she longed for that kind of free and romantic love. So when she was dating Liang Huaixu, they would kiss in scenic spots and hug in the street when the mood was right. When they met, she would even throw herself into his arms.

She does these things entirely according to her own will, without caring whether anyone is watching.

Liang Huaixu was different. He would easily blush when other people were around, but no matter how shy he was, he would never push her away. He would only shyly and reservedly accept her love and reciprocate with equal or even double the love.

"While it's good to act bravely, what happened today was too reckless. The other party is a human trafficker, and when committing such crimes, they would definitely have a backup plan, such as the knife they used today. If we hadn't been careful..."

Zhuang Fuyao was still immersed in the pink bubbles of her memories a second ago, but the next second she was interrupted by him so disappointingly. She glared at the man next to her, "You're so annoying, I did it and I did it, look, I'm still fine now... well." As she spoke, she glanced at Liang Huaixu's injured arm and suddenly felt guilty.

She wasn't an unreasonable person, and gave a light snort, "Okay, I'll be more careful next time."

Unbeknownst to her, Liang Huaixu smiled silently, recalling an old incident from high school.

This happened before he transferred to No. 1 High School in his second year of high school; he hadn't returned to the Liang family yet.

His grandmother suddenly fell ill during the high school entrance exam. In order to take his grandmother to the hospital, he missed one of the exams, and his final score was only good enough to get into the No. 8 High School.

Unlike No. 1 High School, which is full of outstanding students, No. 8 High School is the other extreme. It ranks at the bottom among the ordinary high schools in Jiang City, comparable to vocational high schools. The students there are also a mixed bag, with many pursuing friendships in society.

Due to a shortage of teachers, Principal Zhuang Shaoping had to substitute for Liang Huaixu's class.

Zhuang Fuyao often came to No. 8 Middle School to see Zhuang Shaoping, and over time she got to know Liang Huaixu, who was the class monitor.

There was a notorious bully at No. 8 Middle School who, because he was furious that the girl he liked had written a love letter to Liang Huaixu, gathered a group of thugs and cornered Liang Huaixu in an alley.

Zhuang Fuyao happened to be passing by when they saw it.

She had a lollipop in her mouth and shouted over there, "Hey—do you believe I'll go tell my dad?"

In fact, such students may not necessarily be afraid of the principal's authority; they might even be provoked and implicate her.

But she was not afraid at all; in fact, she was arrogant and reckless.

Just like today.