Chapter 12 It hurts so much!

After school, the "plastic sisters" group suddenly became lively again.

[Zhenzhen, I heard Song Heng and his father had a falling out!]

As Xia Zhen walked along the street, she took a bite of the chocolate in her hand and replied to a message on her phone: "What's wrong?"

Don't you know yet?

Why do I need to know?

Wait a minute, didn't you used to pay a lot of attention to Song Heng's news?

Xia Zhen yawned, too lazy to reply to the message, but the people in the group who loved to watch the drama unfold revealed all the recent things about the Song family.

Listen to the gossip my mom got from the mahjong table: the Song family sent Song Heng to apologize to you, but he refused. He's even insisting on getting engaged to your family's Cinderella!

[Yes, I heard that too. The Song family really favored you, Zhenzhen, but Song Heng seems blind to have chosen that Cinderella.]

I used to think Song Heng was quite handsome and attractive, how could he be so blind?

Yes, our Zhenzhen is so beautiful, so generous, so charming, yet he doesn't like her?

【Zhenzhen, please don't be sad. Song Heng didn't choose you, and it's definitely not because of you!】

These rich young ladies used to fawn over Song Heng, for one simple reason: Song Heng was handsome. Now, as they gossip about Song Heng in the group chat, it doesn't stop them from gloating over Xia Zhen behind her back.

Xia Zhen finished a chocolate and then sent her dad a message: "Dad, I'm feeling a bit down right now."

Less than a minute later, a transfer notification came to my phone.

Xia Zhen took a screenshot and posted it in the group chat.

[If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known any of this. You know me; when I'm sad, all I want is for my loved ones to comfort me. But my dad just gives me useless money. What's the use of giving me so much money? Can money buy happiness?]

Xia Zhen sent another "crying" emoji.

Finally, she added: "If there's any more news that makes me sad in the future, please don't hide it from me. Don't worry, I can handle it!"

That affected posture was almost as if it were leaping off the page.

The "plastic sisters" group immediately quieted down.

Wanting to see her make a fool of herself? That's impossible.

Xia Zhen put her phone away comfortably. She stared at the little yellow flower in her hand, poked the petals, and smiled happily.

Across the street, a boy with dyed blond hair suddenly asked, "Hey Song, isn't that the school beauty?"

Song Heng, who was playing a game with his head down, looked up when he heard this.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the girl with her ponytail was still wearing the school uniform of Shengyi Middle School, looking beautiful and lively. However, the flower in her hand seemed extremely ordinary, not at all like the expensive flowers sold in flower shops.

But because of her lowered head and smile, the cheap flower did not seem out of place in her hands; on the contrary, it gained a touch of beauty.

It was rush hour, and there were many people on the road, but Xia Zhen always managed to catch everyone's eye instantly, and their first reaction was one of amazement.

Another boy with dyed red hair couldn't help but exclaim, "The school beauty is indeed the school beauty, she's still so beautiful."

There are quite a few boys in their school who want to pursue the school beauty. If it weren't for Song Heng, that devil, Xia Zhen would have received so many love letters that her drawers would have been overflowing.

Red Hair felt a chilling gaze fall upon him. He shuddered and quickly forced a smile, "I was just saying, Brother Song, don't mind it, haha..."

Song Heng didn't care that his character in the game had been killed, but instead lingered his gaze on the girl opposite him for a while longer.

He had a lazy air about him, a high nose bridge, and even the curve of his jaw was just right and crisp.

Among the passersby, there were always girls who couldn't help but secretly turn around and glance at him a few times.

He suddenly curled his lips into a smile, "Don't blame me for not warning you, the more beautiful something is, the more poisonous it is."

The two underlings looked at each other in bewilderment. Was Brother Song implying that the school beauty was poisonous?

Suddenly, the blond-haired guy said, "The school beauty seems to have seen us!"

Sure enough, the girl across the street turned her head to the side.

Song Heng unconsciously straightened his body.

But her gaze was fixed on the other side.

A four- or five-year-old boy chased after a flying balloon and ran onto the road.

The sound of horns blaring could be heard from the traffic.

In the nick of time, Xia Zhen rushed out, picked up the boy and ran back. She narrowly missed a car, and in trying to avoid it, she fell to the side of the road with the boy in her arms. Gasps of surprise came from passersby.

"Chaochao!" An elderly woman ran over, helped the boy who had fallen on Xia Zhen up, and gave him a few hard slaps on the bottom. "I told you not to run around like that! Did you try to scare your grandma to death?!"

The boy burst into tears.

Kind people rushed over to help Xia Zhen up. Her palms were scraped, and her knees under her skirt were also scraped. As soon as she got up from the ground, she gasped in pain.

People nearby reminded the old lady that she should thank the kind young girl.

The old lady was still shaken. After being reminded, she quickly thanked Xia Zhen. She was a little incoherent, sometimes saying thank you and sometimes saying she would take Xia Zhen to the hospital to see a doctor.

Xia Zhen said "no need" a few times, and when she picked up the crushed little yellow flower from the ground, a hint of sadness showed on her face as she looked at the wilted little flower.

The old lady seemed to be a very cultured person. She was dressed very elegantly and had a good temperament, but she didn't hold back when she hit her grandson. The boy was still crying, but she forcefully pulled him and made him thank Xia Zhen.

The little boy's eyes were red from crying, and he said pitifully, "Thank you, big sister..."

Xia Zhen bent down and touched the top of his head with her uninjured left hand. She raised the corners of her lips and smiled gently, "You can't run on the road like that anymore, it's dangerous."

The little boy, who had been crying his heart out, gradually calmed down and his face slowly turned red when he saw the pretty older sister's smile.

On the other side.

Song Heng withdrew his foot that had taken a step forward, and he returned to his lazy posture, saying casually, "Let's go, if we go any later, all the good computers in the internet cafe will be taken by others."

The blond-haired guy muttered under his breath, "How could such a beautiful and kind-hearted school beauty be poisonous?"

Red Hair agreed, "Yeah..."

But they didn't dare to contradict Brother Song, so they shut their mouths and quickly followed.

As the sun sets and night falls, the streetlights come on.

Xia Zhen, carrying a bag of ointment for abrasions, sat down on a bench on a quiet street. She took out a bottle of iodine tincture and a cotton swab from the bag, but she couldn't bring herself to apply the iodine-soaked cotton swab to the wound on her knee several times.

A shadow suddenly appeared.

The boy's cool voice came from behind him, "What's wrong with you?"

Xia Zhen raised her face, but in an instant, her face scrunched up, her lips pursed, and her bright eyes became misty. She sniffed pitifully, "Lu Jin, I'm injured."

Not only were her eyes red, but tears were also welling up in her moist eyes, with teardrops hanging in her eyes, threatening to fall but not quite, making her look incredibly pitiful.

In particular, she was looking at him with those eyes.

She held out her injured hand to him, and said with tears in her eyes, "It hurts so much."

Lu Jin's breath hitched, and his beating heart seemed to be suddenly gripped tightly.