"Alright, that's enough."

The sentimental woman interrupted Ji Xiaoxiao's monologue with tears in her eyes.

"I really have no money left."

After saying that, Ji Xiaoxiao lay down, pulled the blanket over her head, and trembled as if she was trying to hold back her tears.

The people in the ward looked at each other, wishing they could slap themselves for being so talkative and self-righteous. Every family has its own troubles, and looking at the girl's kind face, she didn't seem like a heartless and cruel child.

Everyone opened their mouths, but couldn't utter a single empty word of comfort.

Ji Xiaoxiao lay in bed, and they didn't criticize her for being unfilial; the desired effect was achieved.

She exposed her wounds to the world, clearly wanting outsiders to know about her tragic past and sympathize with her as a pitiful and helpless person.

Preaching?

Let those who truly need it go!

This is only one reason. The most important reason why Ji Xiaoxiao "uglifies herself" is that she is trying to persuade Ji Yang to pull back from the brink and turn back from the wrong path, although it has a somewhat threatening tone.

After a while, Ji Xiaoxiao, her eyes red and swollen, threw off the covers. She sat up and looked towards the door, but Ji Yang was nowhere to be seen.

"At least you still have some conscience," Ji Xiaoxiao thought to herself.

Afterwards, everyone at the hospital heard about Ji Xiaoxiao's plight, and they spontaneously donated money, finally giving Ji Xiaoxiao enough to buy milk powder for her child.

Perhaps out of sympathy, or perhaps out of guilt, Ji Xiaoxiao received care from the families of other patients in the ward. They brought her some chicken soup and a bowl of fish soup. When Ji Xiaoxiao was discharged from the hospital, her complexion was rosy and radiant.

A bright, sunny day with not a cloud in the sky.

The tender green branches outside the window stretch out their bodies, basking in the sun, lazily passing the day.

"I'm leaving now." Ji Xiaoxiao was holding a baby in her arms. The baby had its eyes closed, its hands clenched tightly, and its little mouth was making smacking noises. It looked so adorable.

"Thank you for taking care of me these past few days."

Ji Xiaoxiao bowed and, without waiting for them to speak, left the hospital with the child in her arms.

With money in her pocket, she had nothing to worry about. After eating and drinking her fill, Ji Xiaoxiao took the child home.

When she opened the door, the house was filled with smoke and she heard some strange noises.

"Here's two hundred yuan." It was a woman's voice. After a while, the voice rang out again, "You should take better care of yourself in the future, otherwise, with that face of yours, you'll be charged at least this much each time."

Ji Xiaoxiao stood there, not present at the scene. She could only figure out for herself what "this number" actually meant.

After a rustling sound, a woman around fifty years old came out.

"This man is really nice." The old woman regarded Ji Xiaoxiao as a like-minded friend.

Ji Xiaoxiao's face darkened. "He is my father."

The old woman looked embarrassed, genuinely startled. Within two breaths, the old boat, weathered by years of storms, quickly regained its composure.

"Is that so?" The old woman's tone slowly turned sarcastic.

Ji Xiaoxiao said in a deep voice, "Don't come here again. If I see you doing anything inappropriate, I'll beat you to death."

The mistake of two people is only punished by one.

The old woman snorted, "You shouldn't have told me that it's always him who contacts me."

What she meant was that Ji Xiaoxiao should keep an eye on her father.

She slammed the door shut and placed the child in the original owner's room. The room was filled with dust, and the bloodstains on the floor had congealed and turned black.

After quickly tidying up the room, Ji Xiaoxiao quietly closed the door, careful not to wake the child, and then she knocked on Ji Yang's door.

"Who is it? I'm busy right now, you'll have to wait a bit," Ji Yang said wearily.

Ji Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and kicked the door open.

Ji Yang leaned against the headboard, his private parts covered by a blanket, smoking a cigarette, relaxing and reminiscing afterward.

"Are you even a man?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked.

Ji Yang's eyebrows drooped, and he didn't even glance at Ji Xiaoxiao.

"Are you still my father?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked again.

Ji Yang slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, the pungent smell obscuring his expression.

"Are you still Zhou Lan's husband?"

Zhou Lan is the name of the original owner's mother.

Upon hearing the name "Zhou Lan," Ji Yang finally showed some change.

He stubbed out his cigarette, spread his hands, looked down at it closely, and slowly opened his mouth wide.

"Ahhh... Waaaaah..."

Ji Yang is crying.

"Why are you crying?" Ji Xiaoxiao chuckled. "Who are you crying for? Why are you crying? Is it because you betrayed Zhou Lan? Or because Zhou Lan is dead?"

The original owner's mother had died long ago.

"Shut up!" Ji Yang roared. "Lanlan is not dead, she is alive, she is alive!"

---Aside---

Thank you to Lazy Cat for the nine monthly tickets! Thank you to kongling3905 for the five-star rating and monthly tickets!

Thank you to Lazy Cat for the nine monthly tickets! Thank you to kongling3905 for the five-star rating and monthly tickets!

Thank you to Lazy Cat for the nine monthly tickets! Thank you to kongling3905 for the five-star rating and monthly tickets!

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