Chapter 239
All nightmares originated from that seemingly wonderful encounter.
Fu Lanying's family situation was not good. Her parents divorced when she was very young, and her mother raised her alone with great difficulty.
When she was sixteen, her mother fell seriously ill. In order to pay for her mother's treatment, Fu Lanying went to help the aunt who sold flowers downstairs.
The cost of medical treatment was extremely high, and Fu Lanying knew that no matter what she did, it was unlikely that she could save her mother. She just wanted to postpone the time of her final farewell to her mother as much as possible.
Because of her cute looks and good personality, most customers are willing to buy the flowers she sells. Old customers who know her family situation will take special care of her.
When she was seventeen, Fu Lanying encountered a nightmare that tormented her for the rest of her life.
It was a cool early morning. Fu Lanying had just opened the door of the flower shop, ready to receive the new flowers.
A white-haired boy who was about the same age as her passed by the flower shop. Fu Lanying saw clearly that he had wounds on his body that looked like he had been whipped and were bleeding.
Seeing that the boy was about to walk away, Fu Lanying, who was trying to ignore him and pretend that she saw nothing, finally chose to step forward and grab the boy.
"Um...you are injured..."
The boy turned back expressionlessly.
This is an obvious fact, but it's a bit silly to say it.
Fu Lanying scratched her head embarrassedly, "Maybe you need to bandage it. You might get an infection."
She did not ask the boy why he did not go to the hospital. Everyone has their own difficulties. Maybe the boy, like her mother, did not have enough money?
The young man continued to look at Fu Lanying coldly, but he did not shake off her hand.
So Fu Lanying pulled him into the flower shop, found the medicine box, and treated the boy's bloody wounds.
It was covered by the sleeve before, but now when it is lifted up, it is really shocking.
There were not only wounds caused by whipping, but also burns from cigarette butts and blunt injuries from punching.
Most of the newly opened disinfectant spray had been used up. The boy was shaking all over with pain, but he endured it without saying a word.
After the incident, Fu Lanying couldn't bear to watch it anymore. Who could be so vicious to treat a teenager so harshly?
After finally finishing the job, the boy looked at the bandage on his arm in a trance and suddenly heard sobbing.
He looked up and saw Fu Lanying wiping her tears.
"Why?"
Fu Lanying was stunned for a moment. She thought the boy couldn't speak.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
She quickly wiped away her tears. She did feel sorry for the boy, but most people don't want to be sympathized with.
"Are you still in pain? I'm sorry..."
The boy just stared at Fu Lanying, feeling puzzled by her apology.
But... after the wound was treated, it didn't hurt as much as before.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, don't cry."
Fu Lanying finally calmed herself down. She nodded, and the person delivering flowers arrived outside the store.
"You should take a rest first, I have to go to work."
Fu Lanying was busy running around, holding bunches of flowers.
A tiny crack appeared in the boy's heart, which was as frozen as the earth in deep winter.
His father's vicious words still echoed in his mind, and the wounds all over his body were nothing compared to these curses.
'You deserve to be loved?!'
When Fu Lanying was treating his wounds, he saw her slightly trembling eyelashes like the fluttering wings of a butterfly. The phosphorus powder shaken off by the potion fell onto his festering flesh. Even the old wounds that had scabbed over for years were peeling off under the girl's warm breath.
In a trance, the boy seemed to see gorgeous flowers blooming among the thorns, and his pupils reflected the morning glow dancing in her hair. The skin on his body that was touched also remembered the temperature of the girl's fingertips, wrapping him in a warm cocoon.
This was the first time that Zi Yi Zhoukong tasted something sweet other than blood. It was the honey that flowed out after his heart was pierced by a flower.
"......"
"What?"
"I... am Zi Yi Zhoukong." The young man repeated again.
Fu Lanying then realized that he was introducing herself, and she gave a bright smile.
"I'm Fu Lanying, nice to meet you!"
——
"lady."
"...lady?"
The stranger's voice woke Fu Lanying up, but it was not a bad thing.
All her sleep was filled with nightmares.
Fu Lanying woke up but did not open her eyes.
It seemed that Zi Yi Zhoukong had not disturbed him for a long time, and Zi Yi Yueyi brought him to this new place.
It's very quiet here, and she won't see anyone she hates, but the psychologist who comes to 'treat' her occasionally makes her irritated.
She doesn't want to see anyone, she just wants to be alone.
Xi Siling looked at Fu Lanying's slightly trembling eyelids and did not approach rashly.
This was actually the first time in his two lives that he saw Fu Lanying, the mother of Yue Yi and Ri De, the woman who had been deeply hurt by the distorted emotions of the Ziyi family.
Even Zi Yi Yueyi, who longs to be loved by Fu Lanying, is trying every means to keep her the same way his father treated her.
"Ma'am, I'm Xi Siling, a supernatural being who graduated from the Secret Script Supernatural Academy."
Xi Siling chose to introduce himself first. If Fu Lanying was still unwilling to communicate with him, it would be inconvenient for him to touch her directly and heal the injury on her wrist.
"...secret text...?"
Unexpectedly, Fu Lanying actually responded to him. Xi Siling looked up and found that Fu Lanying had also opened her eyes.
Gentle and elegant.
This was Xi Siling's first impression of Fu Lanying.
The woman looked around. Apart from the open door, there was only Xi Siling there. She didn't see any people in white coats or anyone trying to get close to her son. She couldn't help but relax.
She exhaled slowly, then pointed to the sofa not far away, "Sit down."
Xi Siling nodded before sitting over.
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
Fu Lanying did not ask who called Xi Siling. Her eldest son was exactly like that man. Even though he was no longer tortured, his life was still the same.
She knew clearly that everything she could touch was precisely controlled.
"My power is healing, ma'am."
Xi Siling always maintained a safe distance to avoid making Fu Lanying feel uncomfortable.
Fu Lanying glanced at him before moving her gaze to the window.
The scenery here is beautiful, and it's lush and green everywhere you look.
"I don't need treatment, you can go back."
These words seemed to have exhausted all of Fu Lanying's strength.
What she needed was never healing.
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"Where is my mother! What on earth do you want!"
Fu Lanying, who was 20 years old at the time, was led by her housekeeper through the corridor and came in front of Zi Yi Zhoukong. She was aware of the young man's eyes that lit up instantly when he looked at her, but she had lost all her patience.
"Your mother's illness requires better treatment. I just asked someone to send her to a better hospital."
Zi Yi Zhoukong felt a little aggrieved, but the way he stared at Fu Lanying still made people feel very uncomfortable.
"Why didn't you tell me in advance?!"
This guy seemed to not understand what people were saying. He did everything he thought was good for Fu Lanying, but he challenged Fu Lanying's bottom line again and again.
"Because this is the only way I can get you to come and see me, dear Aying, please stay with me for a while."
Zi Yi Zhoukong stretched out his hand to hold Fu Lanying's, but was dodged.
"Which hospital did you take my mother to?"
Fu Lanying looked at Zi Yi Zhoukong coldly, not wanting to give him any chance to get further.
Zi Yi Zhoukong gradually clenched his fists, he didn't know what he had done wrong.
But he knew very well that he loved Fu Lanying, and he would only love Fu Lanying in this life.
So...Fu Lanying must also love him!
"Stay with me, please, Aying." Zi Yi Zhoukong pleaded humbly again, but he never told Fu Lanying where her mother was.
As long as he could keep Aying and keep her by his side, he would do anything.
Fu Lanying was so angry that she felt dizzy. She slapped Zi Yi Zhoukong who tried to hold her hand again and turned around to leave.
But the door was closed and locked by Zi Yi Zhoukong's housekeeper.
Fu Lanying knocked on the door hard, but it wouldn't open.
"Aying, please don't push me, okay."
"What did I force you to do?"
Who is forcing whom?
Fu Lanying turned around angrily, but was startled by Zi Yi Zhoukong who appeared behind her out of nowhere.
"Aying, you can only be mine."
"?!what are you up to?"
"Please, Ying."
"No! Let me go!"
......
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"This is our baby, look how cute he is!"
"..."
"...You don't like him?"
"I don't like you."
"No! You like me! You are just angry, right? I know, haha... You are so cute, Aying."
"......"
Shortly after the birth of her first child, her mother left Fu Lanying forever.
Her personal safety was not guaranteed, her freedom was restricted, and she was forced to give birth to a child.
This child almost cost her half her life because she went on a hunger strike during pregnancy and tried to cause an abortion by self-harm. Now she hardly even speaks.
Zi Yi Zhoukong saw that Fu Lanying didn't even glance at the child, and his expression gradually became ugly.
They say women will change after having children, why is it not working!
"Aying, how about giving this child a name? How about Fu? Just like you, he will be happy all his life."
When Fu Lanying heard this, she sneered.
"Surname Fu? Does he deserve it? I find your blood dirty."
Zi Yi Zhoukong's fantasy was torn apart by Fu Lanying and thrown to the ground and trampled on. His breathing gradually became faster and he held the child with force, and Xiao Yueyi, who had not yet been named, screamed in pain.
It was not until the child's screaming woke him up that Zi Yi Zhoukong threw Yue Yi to the nanny.
"Aying, it's okay if you don't like him. It's my fault. Please don't hate me, okay?"
Zi Yi Zhoukong directly blamed all the mistakes on the child who knew nothing yet.
If it wasn't for Aying and his own child, he wouldn't even glance at her.
The nanny left the room carrying the child, who was still crying in her arms.
He had never been held by his mother since he was born. The nanny sighed and could only do her duty to coax the child.
If Madam Fu Lanying doesn't like this child, it's equivalent to sentencing him to death, and Mr. Zhoukong will definitely not like him.
What a sin...
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