Zhao Xiaoyue couldn't understand why, after having a child, she didn't take the child seriously.
So pitiful!
“When I was in Yanyang Village, my maternal grandfather had someone transfer me there. He hoped that I would endure hardship before I could rise above others.”
Zhao Xiaoyue was a little angry, "How could he do that? You were so little back then!"
"So what if I'm small? When I returned to Haishi, my grandfather complained that I couldn't protect myself, so he threw me into a training camp. The scars on my face are from that time."
Why does this sound like someone complaining and accusing someone?
Zhao Xiaoyue was speechless. Look how much trouble she'd put the kid through. No wonder he looked like he'd lost his soul back then; he'd been tortured.
Is a training camp a place for humans? Let alone such young children!
This is a bit indignant, complaining that the elder doesn't know how to teach the child and almost made the child depressed.
When Zhao Xiaoyue saw him in Huarong Port City, his sickly personality and lifeless appearance truly pierced her heart.
"Was the scar on your back from that time?"
Situ Ming raised an eyebrow. "You saw that too?"
"Um!"
Then she added, "But that's all in the past, and I didn't feel much pain!"
This evasive and ambiguous rhetoric only made Zhao Xiaoyue feel more sorry for her.
"Yes, it's all in the past now. Everything will be alright from now on!"
Situ Ming's eyes were deep and thoughtful. "Yes, everything will be alright from now on..."
Previously, choices were made out of necessity.
When his mother and older brother were in a car accident, he was at a loss and went to find Situ Kun. However, the bed that should have been his mother's was occupied by Situ Kun and another woman.
Little Situ Ming clenched his fists and roared, "Why?"
The man on the bed, a cigar dangling from his lips, said, "Take the young master back to his room."
The butler immediately grabbed Situ Ming and left. Situ Ming could even hear the woman's lewd laughter.
When Wen Zhengtian picked him up, it was the most disheveled he had ever seen that man.
The room was a mess, everything was smashed, the man had a broken finger, and blood was gushing from the hole in his leg.
He felt extremely relieved; even Situ Kun had such a pathetic moment.
Soon, he was picked up and carried out of the Situ family's gate.
After a struggle, Situ Ming received two heavy slaps on his buttocks and cried.
A stern-looking old man led him into a large house. Facing the man who remained as steady as Mount Tai, Situ Ming began smashing things.
They smashed everything in sight, like wild boars entering a cabbage field. Expensive porcelain shattered on the ground, and expensive paintings turned into scraps of paper in their tiny hands. Wen Zhengtian pulled out his whip and beat Situ Ming half to death before abandoning him in Yanyang Village.
That's why he chose to take a path paved with thorns.
Success brings honor and kingship; failure means certain death and nowhere to be buried.
Lying on the bed, Situ Ming sighed, "Sometimes I wish this world didn't have me!"
This greatly worried Zhao Xiaoyue. This kind of thinking is very dangerous and must not be allowed.
"Don't think like that. There are still many people who care about you. For example, there's that guy named Duan Yunfei. You can tell he treats you like a brother."
The more anxious Zhao Xiaoyue became, the less she knew how to comfort him. Situ Ming raised an eyebrow; this idea wouldn't work.
"Yes, Yunfei is good. He's good to me and listens to Madam Duan very well."
Zhao Xiaoyue's first thought was that a man who listens to his parents so much must be a mama's boy.
Normally, Zhao Xiaoyue is quite skilled at judging tea, but now, faced with beauty, her brain can't keep up with her heartbeat.
They were still saying, "I didn't realize Duan Yunfei was such a mama's boy!"
Situ Ming took in Zhao Xiaoyue's surprise.
One day, Duan Yunfei learned that Zhao Xiaoyue had such an opinion of him, and he got the information from his good brother. He almost broke off his friendship with Situ Ming!
Situ Ming has now achieved his goal.
Then the little girl told him about the beautiful scenery, the interesting festivals, and the delicious food in various parts of the world.
I also told him that only the living can do many things they want to do, and the dead have nothing.
He patiently explained many principles, but Situ Ming just stared at that little mouth opening and closing, thinking to himself, "So this foxtail grass can talk a lot."
Actually, the corners of his mouth, hidden under the blanket, were turned up in a pretty smile as he lay there listening to the little girl ramble on.
Without realizing it, I also felt that my situation was quite a good thing.
Therefore, no matter what, he has to succeed!
As Zhao Xiaoyue murmured to him, Situ Ming gradually fell asleep. Perhaps the medicine was working, because he felt very at ease!
I came back slowly around noon.
Carrying clothes she bought for Zhao Xiaoyue, she exclaimed, "I'm exhausted! Oh, I'm so tired!"
“Hey Zhao, this bag is yours. Take it home and try it on. It’s the best-looking dress in the whole show.”
Zhao Xiaoyue had just finished a phone call with Hou Taotao and confirmed the flight time.
She walked right into the anime convention, and the packaging bag was printed with the brand name "Loki." Her penchant for buying her clothes hasn't changed.
On the third day, Duan Peng, Duan Yunfei, and Fang Yan appeared at the hotel entrance. Military vehicles and Wen's Group vehicles were parked downstairs, completely surrounding the hotel.
Situ Ming stood in the corridor, with Duan Peng and a large group of bodyguards behind him.
The boy's hair was half-tied, and his cool, handsome eyes held a smile. "Are you taking our plane, or..."
As the anime convention worker approached, partially obscuring Zhao Xiaoyue, he said, "We've already bought our plane tickets, and besides, we're going to have two more days of fun."
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