Chapter 27

Twelve-year-old Cheng Xiangheng had a high fever, and I took care of him safely all night.

The moment Cheng Xiangheng opened his eyes, he saw Ping An sleeping next to him.

When the two of them were at the Cheng family, they lived in the same room, and later it was common for them to sleep in the same bed, so now Cheng Xiangheng didn't feel anything wrong, and Ping An didn't think there was anything wrong either.

Cheng Xiangheng blinked, then sat up silently and prepared to get out of bed.

Ping An quickly went over to stop him: "You're not fully recovered yet, so don't move around."

Cheng Xiangheng was silent for a moment, his voice hoarse: "Why did you pick me up?"

Cheng Xiangheng is nothing now. According to common sense, Ping An should kick him when he is down, just like everyone else.

Why save him? He wasn't very good to her.

Ping An scratched his head and said honestly, "It's winter, and it's really cold outside."

It was really cold outside, and the place where he fell was very remote. Apart from her, no one would find him for a while. If he was left in the trash can, he would really die.

Cheng Xiangheng twitched the corners of his mouth, his dark eyes filled with sadness: "I was so mean to you before, you should have let me freeze to death."

Ping An didn't know how to answer. His mother was dead, his father didn't want him, and there were rumors everywhere that he was not Cheng Yeming's son. Now he was penniless and quite pitiful.

Ping'an thought about it and dragged Baisui, who was snoring in the corner, out. It had grown very big and still snore occasionally when sleeping.

Baisui opened his eyes dazedly, and seeing Cheng Xiangheng wake up, he rushed to him excitedly, his tail wagging like a propeller.

Cheng Xiangheng subconsciously rubbed Baisui's head and looked at Ping'an again.

The hundred-year-old puppy's eyes stared at him enthusiastically, and Ping'an's kitten's eyes also stared at him enthusiastically.

Cheng Xiangheng knew that Ping'an's family had all left the city, and only Baisui was with her.

How pitiful, how pitiful Ping An, how pitiful Baisui.

Ping An tried his best to persuade Cheng Xiangheng to stay in a tone that was not sympathetic: "Cheng Xiangheng, you can stay here first. I have food and drinks here, and I won't let you go hungry."

Ping'an's idea was very simple. The money she used to rent the house was deducted from Cheng Xiangheng, and she couldn't do such a thing as kicking out a person who had just recovered from a serious illness.

In that case, she simply let Cheng Xiangheng stay for a few days. After he completely recovered from his illness, she would definitely not try to stop him if he wanted to leave.

Cheng Xiangheng was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Is there anything to eat?"

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For several days in a row, Ping An looked for a part-time job nearby, but she was too young and almost no one was willing to hire her. Finally, it was the aunt who had helped her rent a house before who was willing to let Ping An work in her family's small restaurant. She just had to come after school every day for twenty yuan a day.

Peace is something I am grateful for.

There were a lot of clothes in her wardrobe, all bought by Cheng Xiangheng for her, all for spring, summer, autumn and winter, all branded and expensive. When the Cheng family's house was seized, Ping An was in such a hurry that she only had time to take a few, but it was enough for her to use in the next few years.

But Cheng Xiangheng didn't have that. When she found him in the trash can, he only had a coat on to keep warm. If she hadn't been kind enough to bring him back, he would have really frozen to death.

Ping An spent a huge sum of three hundred yuan to buy a down jacket for Cheng Xiangheng. His heart was bleeding, but there was nothing he could do. Some things had to be bought and he couldn't feel sorry for them.

She bought a lot of food and when she returned home, she saw Cheng Xiangheng sitting by the window, watching the heavy snow outside.

His features were very delicate, and when he sat quietly by the window, he looked like an expensive doll sold in a shop window.

Ping An rubbed his frozen hands and handed the down jacket to Cheng Xiangheng: "Don't you know it's cold? Put this coat on quickly!"

Cheng Xiangheng lowered his eyes and saw the cheap down jacket that Ping An handed over. His body stiffened for a moment, then he took it and whispered a thank you.

Ping An did not notice Cheng Xiangheng's emotions. Even if she did, she would not care much. After all, he was no longer the eldest son of the Cheng family who could control her at will.

Going into the kitchen, Ping An clumsily fried a dish and cooked some porridge. Originally, she didn't plan to make porridge, but she remembered that the young master outside liked to drink porridge, so she made it.

Ping An was a little bored while making porridge. She remembered that she had not eaten the cakes she bought two days ago. She also counted the money she had, as well as the subsequent textbook fees, living expenses, and dog food expenses for Baisui... She picked up the cake that was as hard as a brick, smelled it, and it was a bit sour.

Ping'an had eaten a lot of stale rice when she had no food to eat in the countryside, so she didn't dislike the pancake, but it was very difficult to chew, and she frowned in pain.

After finishing the pancakes and preparing the meal, Ping An took the food and porridge out and placed them on the small table beside the bed: "Come and try the meal I made!"

Cheng Xiangheng did not refuse. He sat on the lame little stool that he bought from Ping An for three dollars and drank the soup in small sips.

Ping An noticed that Cheng Xiangheng had already put on the down jacket she had bought him. She sighed inwardly: clothes that cost three hundred and thirty thousand yuan look different. Cheng Xiangheng had accepted his change of status far too quickly. She had expected him to struggle.

But it's good that he accepts it quickly. After all, people have to look forward. It's useless to immerse themselves in the past. She understands this very well.

Ping'an ate two mouthfuls of food and drank two bowls of white porridge before the coldness in her body was eliminated. She left all the warm and soft white flour buns to Cheng Xiangheng, and turned on the small light and began to review the knowledge for the next semester with great effort.

Cheng Xiangheng paused as he looked at Ping An's back.

Not long after, Ping An heard the sound of dishes being washed, and before she could react in surprise, she heard the sound of dishes breaking.

Ping An hurried over, first turned off the water, and then quickly cleaned up the debris on the ground. After he finished, he noticed Cheng Xiangheng standing in the corner at a loss. He pursed his lips and looked a little pitiful.

Ping An has always been soft-hearted. She said, "Don't wash the dishes anymore. Just let me do it."

Anyway, he can't live here for a long time.