Chapter 92 The Past

The breeze was wrapped with a faint floral scent, blowing the light curtains. The woman sat on the recliner by the balcony, her eyes dull, and her slender hands gently patted her bulging belly, which was pregnant with a new life that was not liked and expected by her mother.

There was a knock on the door, followed by heavy footsteps. The woman was frightened and curled up on the recliner, trembling all over.

"The nanny said you didn't go downstairs to eat, why didn't you eat?"

The man in a suit and leather shoes held a bowl of steaming crucian carp and tofu soup, and a faint fragrance floated in the room.

The woman bit her lips tightly and dared not speak.

The man frowned and stared at her belly: "I asked you why you didn't eat? Didn't you hear me?"

"You...you let me go!" The woman couldn't get rid of the man's shackles. She slipped and hit her belly on the hard armrest of the recliner.

"It hurts so much!"

The woman's face turned pale and her clothes on her back were wet with cold sweat. The man quickly picked up the woman and made a phone call with his other hand: "Arrange a doctor immediately!"

Blue-purple lightning shuttled between the clouds. A strong wind suddenly blew outside. Looking through the gap in the iron railing, the cushion of the recliner on the balcony was wet, and amniotic fluid was flowing on the ground. The air was sticky and humid.

The next day, the sunlight after the wind and rain was particularly dazzling.

The crying of the baby broke the silence of the early morning.

"Congratulations, Mr. Gu, it's a boy." The nurse came forward with the baby in her arms. The man didn't even look at her. He walked to the bedside and stared at the woman who was still frowning in coma with his deep eyes.

He bent down and stretched out his hand, trying to touch the raised eyebrows, but the baby's crying behind him didn't stop, which was very annoying.

"Take him down."

The man's voice was very cold. He turned around and walked out of the ward. The woman on the bed opened her eyes. Her watery eyes looked at the door coldly. Her eyes were cold and penetrating, and her expression didn't have any of the cowardice and shrinkage she had before.

She touched her sinking belly, and a faint arc appeared at the corner of her lips.

Finally got rid of this disgusting thing.

The birds outside the window chirped, as if they were also cheering and jumping for her upcoming freedom.

...

The northern winter night was silent, and the lights flickered in the warm house.

Jiang Yunqi raised his hand and rubbed Gu Bingchen's hair: "Do you hate her?"

Gu Bingchen shook his head: "I hate that man."

"I learned from the older generation that my mother was that man's student. She originally had a wealthy family and had a deep relationship with her childhood sweetheart. Her life should have been smooth sailing until...she met a bad man."

He looked at the night outside the window and hated the word "father" from the bottom of his heart.

"I think we've gone off topic." Gu Bingchen noticed Jiang Yunqi's worried look and smiled, "I'm fine, it's true."

"The sister I'm talking about is actually not related to me by blood. She has no name. People who know her just call her Shishi. She's a distant relative of the Gu family..."

"No, she's a child bride raised by a distant relative."

"Child bride?" This was the first time Jiang Yunqi heard this term, but he could guess its meaning from the literal meaning, "Companion?"

Gu Bingchen explained succinctly, "A child bride is a baby girl or young girl raised by the husband's family and then officially married when she reaches adulthood."

Jiang Yunqi nodded to show that he understood.

"Song Shinan and I have been at odds since we were little. We always quarreled when we met, and even fought

when we got angry." "But he is quite a loyal person. Even though I beat him up black and blue, he never told his parents that he got hurt in a fight with me."

"Otherwise, if I report it to Gu Lanren, I will be crippled if not dead."

At this, Gu Bingchen's eyes showed a faint smile.

"When I was in the first grade of junior high school, I had a fight with Song Shinan as usual. When I returned to Gu's house, there was a girl who was three or four years older than me standing in the hall. She was Shishi."

His head rested on Jiang Yunqi's shoulder, his eyes fixed on the incandescent light on the ceiling, his thoughts drifting, and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to that year.

The magnificent manor is surrounded by green mountains. A young man in a white shirt is running on a winding path. The two sides are covered with fragrant and charming flowers. The breeze blows gently, lifting the young man's hair in front of his forehead.

"Young Master, what are you doing?"

The butler stood at the door and saw the purple on the young man's face at a glance. He hurried forward and asked with concern.

The young man slapped the butler's hand away. Just as he was about to speak, laughter came from the door that was not closed tightly.

The laughter broke the silence of the manor.

He ignored the butler's gaze, pushed open the door, and walked straight into the living room.

"Young Master is back?"

The nanny was holding the freshly prepared afternoon tea and was the first to see the boy standing at the entrance. She asked in surprise: "Young Master, what are you doing..."

What she wanted to ask was why the boy's white shirt was covered with mud and fallen leaves, as if it had rolled on the ground for several times.

"Come here."

The warm smile on his face slowly disappeared, and the man's face was stern. He waved his hand as if he was calling a dog.

When the boy approached reluctantly, the first thing he saw was a pair of beautiful eyes full of curiosity.

These eyes were somewhat familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.

The boy frowned and lowered his head in thought, not noticing the cold face of the man on the sofa.

"This is my eldest son." The man introduced in a cold voice.

The pretty and gentle girl smiled softly: "Hello, Master Gu."

"You don't have to call him Master." The man frowned, looked at the dirt on the boy, turned his face away, and a trace of disgust flashed across his eyes, but his eyes looked much softer when he looked at the girl, "This is Shishi, she will live in the Gu residence from today on. When you see her in the future, you have to call her Sister Shishi, do you hear me?"

The young Gu Bingchen was not as able to hide his emotions as he is now, but his thoughts were on his face. He ignored the friendly attitude of the girl's hand, turned around, grabbed his schoolbag and ran upstairs, leaving a group of people looking at each other in bewilderment.

The man was angry, but he didn't show it. He smiled apologetically at Shishi: "I spoiled this child, please forgive me."

Shishi smiled: "It's okay, it's normal."

"You will live here from now on, and find the housekeeper if you have any problems." The man still had work to do. After glancing at the watch on his wrist and instructing the housekeeper and the nanny, he took his assistant back to work.

Spring passed and autumn came. The two lived under the same roof, but they didn't communicate much. It was a rainy night with thunder and lightning that Gu Bingchen completely let down his guard.

Typhoons and rainstorms are very frequent in the south. It was another typhoon day. He found out about his biological mother and wanted to go abroad in a hurry, but he was stopped by his nominal biological father and locked in a small dark room for half a month.

"I'm looking for Gu Bingchen, is he at home?"

The young man's voice was very loud. Gu Bingchen, who was curled up in the dark attic, opened his eyelids and sneered. He disappeared for half a month, and the person who took the initiative to look

for him was actually that idiot Song Shinan. But his trip was in vain, the old man would not agree to let anyone visit him.

Gu Bingchen turned over, facing the wall, and through the light from the crack in the door, his fingertips dug another circle on the wall.

It's only been fifteen days, he can still hold on.

His dry and chapped lips were bloodshot, and he held his breath and argued with the old man.

Anyway, he would not really die.

"Is he not here? Is this true?" Song Shinan was still very childish in his youth. Although he did not quite believe the housekeeper's excuse, he had no choice. When he turned around to leave, a graceful girl appeared on the stairs.

"You are here to see Achen."

Three years passed, the girl grew up, she had a beautiful face, eyes as warm as autumn water, she smiled and said, "I haven't met Achen's friends yet."

"Achen is sleeping upstairs, I'll call him down later."

Song Shinan was struck by the first time he saw Shishi, and asked curiously, "Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before."

Shishi covered her mouth and chuckled, "I'm a few years older than you, just call me sister."

The housekeeper did not dare to disobey the orders of the head of the Gu family, but the Miss Shishi in front of him was given great privileges. When the head of the family was away, the servants in the manor had to obey the girl's orders.

At this time, she suddenly asked Gu Bingchen to come out of the dark room. The housekeeper didn't know who to listen to. In desperation, he had to go back to the kitchen and make a call to the owner of the house.

The person who answered the phone was a woman with a charming voice, and the owner's deep voice sounded a bit far away, and contained the sound of water falling from the showerhead: "If you listen to poetry, don't ask me."

After saying that, the phone was hung up.

The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief, called a servant, and walked towards the topmost pavilion in a hurry.

Shishi took a sip of afternoon tea, and caught a glimpse of the butler's actions. The smile in her eyes became more genuine: "What is the relationship between you and Ah Chen?"

Song Shinan came back to his senses, his ears turned red, and he scratched his head in embarrassment. In the past, he was reluctant to have anything to do with Gu Bingchen, but today, he said inexplicably: "We grew up together."

"Then your relationship should be pretty good."

"Ah... yes... yes, we are good friends."

The kind of friends who fight when they meet.

Song Shinan felt guilty and his eyes were wandering.

In the dim attic, Gu Bingchen was enduring hunger and thirst, holding his slightly aching abdomen, and was drowsy when the big lock outside the door was opened.

He turned his head and saw that it was the butler and the servant.

"Oh, my young master, why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

The housekeeper was no longer young, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. When he opened the door and saw the weak Gu Bingchen, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted to the servant to call the family doctor.

"I... I'm fine." Gu Bingchen was helped to sit up and said calmly, "Did he agree to let me go abroad?"

"The... the master didn't say that." The housekeeper hesitated.

Gu Bingchen sneered: "Then why did he let me out? I won't go out until he agrees!"

After saying that, he lay back down, exuding the stubbornness of protest.

The young master was obviously confused at first glance, and he started to talk nonsense. How could he not see a doctor when he was sick?

The housekeeper was anxious and helpless, so he had to go downstairs to shout poetry.

Maybe Miss Shishi has a solution.

At noon, the sky, which was azure blue just now, turned dark gray, and dark clouds gathered, gathering more and more, and thicker and thicker. Looking out through the glass window, the lush trees were rustling in the strong wind, and the few slightly slender saplings in the garden were blown down.

This was the biggest typhoon in recent years. Song Shinan was ordered to go home by his family before he sat in the living room for long.

The crystal chandelier in the living room lit up, flashing bright starlight. The servant went downstairs to make a phone call, but found that the road up the mountain was blocked and the family doctor could not come in time.

"Miss Shishi, the young master... the young master has a high fever and is in the attic and doesn't want to come out." The housekeeper ran downstairs and became even more anxious when she heard the servant say that the doctor couldn't come in time.

Shishi raised her eyebrows and immediately ran upstairs.

While running, she ordered the servant to get the home medical kit.

When she rushed into the attic, Gu Bingchen had been burned unconscious.