Wen Zhiling suddenly fell into a warm and strong embrace. He was stunned for a moment because no one had hugged him like this in all these years. He raised his head and saw Song Qingmo asking him questions with an anxious look on his face. The afterglow fell on Song Qingmo's jade-like face, making his eyebrows and eyes even softer, just like a messenger from the sky who came to save the people. The hatred that Wen Zhiling had just felt for being beaten by those people slowly dissipated. He quickly turned his head away, suppressing the strange feeling in his heart.
He hadn't known Song Qingmo was so beautiful. Wen Zhiling's mind was constantly replaying Song Qingmo's face in the afterglow. Seeing his classmate in his arms raise his face, he suddenly lowered his head again, saying nothing. He thought someone had kicked him in the stomach or that he was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound. He didn't care about anything else and immediately ran out with Wen Zhiling in his arms, looking for a nearby hospital. He didn't even want to leave his bicycle behind.
"Classmate, classmate, hold on a little longer. I'll take you to the hospital right away." Song Qingmo ran very fast holding Wen Zhiling. Wen Zhiling said nothing. He didn't want to make a sound now, lest Song Qingmo see his miserable appearance.
He wanted to hug Song Qingmo's waist, but then he withdrew his hands. How could he have such an idea? It was ridiculous. Wen Zhiling clenched his hands and sneered at his own absurd idea.
Song Qingmo ran until he was sweating, panting, and his face flushed. Finally, he arrived at the hospital. He was smart enough to bring his cell phone with him. He put Wen Zhiling by the window, comforted him a few times, and hurried to register.
There weren't many people in the hospital these days, and Song Qingmo used his money again to take advantage of a VIP ward rented by his father, and took Wen Zhiling to the doctor.
Song Qingmo wanted to listen to the doctor's diagnosis, but the classmate kept pulling at his hand, turning it over, and writing a few words with his fingers: "Thank you, but I don't want you to waste any more time on me. Can you leave first? Please."
Song Qingmo promised that he would leave, then turned around and gave the doctor a few words. Before leaving, he didn't forget to look back and said, "Don't worry, after I stepped in this time, they shouldn't bully you anymore. If it still doesn't work, you can tell me my name, or come to Class 1, Grade 2 to find me."
Wen Zhiling's heart felt like it was being melted, his body warm, his eyes a little red, tears about to fall. But he knew that Song Qingmo and he could only be enemies, and there was no need for these extra feelings now. But he seemed to understand why people liked Song Qingmo. Such a foolish and naive, but sincere and kind boy was indeed good.
Song Qingmo returned to the scene of the crime and took a closer look. Where was his bicycle? Where had it gone? "Ah, my bike! Who the hell stole my bike? Don't let me catch you, or I'll make you pay."
Song Qingmo, who had done good deeds today, walked back home gloriously on his own two feet.
The incident of his bicycle being stolen occupied his mind. He had a bad memory and had forgotten that he had saved a little mute boy.
The next day, Song Qingmo had no choice but to go to school in the shiny USV sports car that his parents drove that day.
As soon as Song Qingmo walked into the classroom, he found a low-pressure cyclone moving. He looked towards the breath and found that Mo Henshi was looking at Wen Zhining with a dark face. Wen Zhining looked very miserable, with many scars on his face, and his exposed arms were all bruised and purple, as if he had been abused by someone.
Song Qingmo felt strange. He had just rescued a mute classmate who was being bullied yesterday, and today, Wen Zhiling was also injured. Could these two people be the same person? But Song Qingmo didn't feel like they were the same person.
Mu Hengshi looked at the injuries on Wen Zhiling's body and continued to question him, "Who beat you up? Tell me." When Mu Hengshi asked for the second time, Wen Zhiling finally told the truth. He lowered his head and sobbed softly, "It was those little girls outside who did it, but they probably didn't do it on purpose. They just love you too much, so they are jealous of me. Hengshi, please forgive them. It's okay. My injuries will heal in a few days."
When Mu Heng heard Wen Zhiling's words, he realized it was the school bullies who did it. They weren't sure who they were, and Wen Zhiling probably didn't know them. So he could just investigate. After all, Wen Zhiling was being bullied because of a play he was playing, so it was only right that he should deal with this matter.
"Okay, I'll help you deal with them. I'll have someone transfer the money for your injury to you. From now on, if you pretend to be my boyfriend, I'll also give you 500,000 yuan every month." Wen Zhiling was happy to hear that Mu Hengshi would actually give him money. It seemed that Mu Hengshi was very generous to others.
Wen Zhiling's eyes shifted as he saw Song Qingmo walk in. He worried Song Qingmo would recognize him, but it was clear Song Qingmo didn't connect him with the bullied teenager from yesterday. He simply gave him a pitying look and then left. Wen Zhiling didn't know what he was feeling; he felt like he was being choked by cotton wool, a bit suffocating. As expected, in the eyes of these wealthy young men, he still wasn't worthy of their attention. They hadn't even recognized him; they'd probably forgotten about him.
Wen Zhiling didn't know what emotion he was feeling. Ever since Song Qingmo saved him yesterday, his heart had been pounding and his mood had become strange. He used to be very calculating and his heart was full of resentment, but this strange feeling was something he had never experienced before.
Mu Hengshi noticed that Wen Zhiling had been acting strangely since he saw Song Qingmo passing by. He kept his eyes glued to Song Qingmo, his eyes flashing with a hint of admiration, then turning into sorrow and resentment. If Mu Hengshi hadn't experienced this before, he probably wouldn't have been able to see anything in Wen Zhiling's eyes.
"Wen Zhiling, what's wrong? You like Song Qingmo too? Are you lying when you say you like me? Do you want Song Qingmo to be jealous of you, or me?" Mu Hengshi's tone was filled with anger, like a lion guarding its mate. Wen Zhiling had been attracting Song Qingmo's attention for the past few days, and combined with the look in his eyes today, although he didn't know what happened between them, Song Qingmo would never allow anyone to interfere.
"Mr. Mu, you misunderstood. How could I possibly like him? He and I are clearly my love rival. I like you. If I didn't like you, would I have willingly let those people beat me up rather than break up with you?" Wen Zhiling exposed his wounds for Mu Hengshi to see. How could he possibly like Song Qingmo? It was hilarious. On his path to wealth and glory, the first person he wanted to eliminate was Song Qingmo. How could he possibly like him?
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