Chapter 22
Ten-year-old Ping An fell into a coma, and ten-year-old Cheng Xiangheng stared blankly at the girl lying on the ground, not understanding why she didn't move.
The person who was chattering just now fell asleep as soon as she said she would. Cheng Xiangheng had no choice but to wait beside her until she woke up. He touched her head and felt very warm. Looking up, it must be a sunny day outside. The position of the vent was just right to see the garden downstairs.
The roses in the garden are lush and leafy, and the roses are blooming wildly, so beautiful that it is weird.
Cheng Xiangheng seemed to smell the faint fragrance of roses and felt a little nauseous. He quickly hugged Ping An and inhaled her scent in big gulps.
Ping'an had a grassy scent on his body, clean and warm, and the nausea gradually subsided.
As a day and a night passed, Ping'an's whole body became hotter and hotter. Cheng Xiangheng realized belatedly that there was something wrong with Ping'an's body.
He was whipped by his father, not allowed to eat, and locked in a small dark room all day long. There was no peace or security.
She was too fragile, like a kitten that was not even a month old and could not withstand any wind or rain. Cheng Xiangheng did not like such fragile things.
Ping'an was lying on the ground, her sweat wet the dust on the ground, her elbows and face were covered with dust, the life force was rapidly disappearing from her, she was about to die.
Cheng Xiangheng thought for a long time and remembered that he was the owner of this little thing. If he died peacefully, he would seem useless.
So, Cheng Xiangheng said to the intercom at the small window door in a very confused manner: "Dad, my kitten has a fever. Why?"
Cheng Xiangheng didn't realize that this was the first time in his life that he had bowed to his father in a sense.
Cheng Yeming cares about his son very much. He hired countless psychologists for Cheng Xiangheng and required him to be normal, but he didn't care much about his son's life. Cheng Xiangheng was locked up for half a month, and no one noticed that there was a yellow-haired girl and a fat and strong puppy beside Cheng Xiangheng.
No one cared about this little girl who looked only seven or eight years old. She was so young that even her gender was not noticed.
Cheng Xiangheng took Ping An back to his room and took care of her personally.
Ping'an received good treatment and woke up quickly.
Ping'an woke up and was forced to stay away from her mother. Cheng Xiangheng no longer had to worry about her. She was able to eat her fill and she grew up quickly, full of vitality, like a small tree with suitable sunlight and water.
Ping'an became whiter and taller, but her academic performance was still as bad. No matter how Cheng Xiangheng taught her, she still knew nothing.
Not only that, Ping An started making friends, and there were even some ignorant boys who wrote love letters to Ping An.
She is a person who only remembers food and not beatings, he thought.
The constant pain inflicted on her will make her grow up quickly, but it will not make her remember.
He had to let her know who she should listen to so that she could grow up well.
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After school, Ping'an was dragged into the alley.
It had been a long time since she had been dragged into the alley. Thanks to Cheng Xiangheng's fame, she had been doing very well recently and had not been bullied for a long time.
A yellow-haired man warned Ping An to pay back the money quickly.
Ping An didn't understand what was going on. After being beaten several times, she found out that her brother had been playing a card game outside two days ago and owed someone money. He then disappeared, so they came looking for Ping An.
Ping An had no money, so she was beaten several times. She felt wronged and angry. It happened to rain heavily today, and Ping An came home soaking wet.
When a wronged young bird returns to its nest, the first thing it does is seek comfort from the person closest to it. Ping An subconsciously walked towards Cheng Xiangheng's room, but after quickly reacting, she turned around and ran to her mother's room.
Ping An desperately wanted to snuggle into her mother's arms - even though she had never felt her mother's arms before, she believed that her mother's arms must be warmer than Cheng Xiangheng's.
However, this expectation was quickly dashed when the door was opened.
She couldn't find her mother.
The Cheng family’s house was too big, and Ping’an couldn’t find her mother from day to night.
The servant who couldn't bear it any longer came to tell her that her mother had left the Cheng family and took her younger brother with her.
The moment she realized she was abandoned, her mind went blank. She looked pitiful and confused standing in the heavy rain, like an unwanted little animal.
The boy held an umbrella, looked down at the cat, and said with pity: "What a poor little stray cat, abandoned."
Ping An raised her head, the heavy rain stinging her eyes so much that she couldn't open them. "You did it."
Every strange change in her life seemed to be brought about by Cheng Xiangheng.
Ping An was confused and aggrieved: "Why? We are clearly——"
Obviously we are already friends.
Ping An did not say this, as her huge inferiority complex made her afraid to say the word "friend".
The young man smiled, happy to see Ping An's stray cat-like situation. "I gave your mother some money and told her to get out, and she ran away immediately. I didn't even ask to keep you, and she took your brother away. She even said she wanted to thank me because with the money, she could buy a house."
Zhou Zhaodi remembered that her mother really wanted a house and even dreamed about it. She heard that when she was pregnant, she was often beaten and scolded, and lived in fear, so she has always been obsessed with a house.
With this money, her mother no longer has to work so hard to make money.
So that's how it was, she was abandoned again.
Ping An developed a high fever.
This time the fever was so severe that Ping An fell into a coma and could not wake up no matter what.
Her tears kept flowing and she kept calling for her mother.
Cheng Xiangheng's fingers once again wiped away the tears from Ping An's eyes. He was a little puzzled. He didn't understand why Ping An couldn't tell who was the real person who brought her pain.
He helped her, but she was crying.
After reading the medical record, the doctor turned around and saw Cheng Xiangheng putting his finger in his mouth. He frowned, as if tasting something.
At this time, Ping'an was calling for his mother again.
Cheng Xiangheng picked Ping An up and let her lean against him. He patted her back in a very unfamiliar way and whispered, "Mom is here, don't be afraid."
doctor:"……"
Ping'an's voice became aggrieved: "Mom, please don't leave me, I'm scared..."
Cheng Xiangheng said awkwardly, "I won't abandon you. Just be good and get well. I'll take you to eat the fried chicken you want most."
Fell asleep peacefully.
The doctor handed the thermometer to Cheng Xiangheng and said, "Measure it every two hours. If the fever persists, consider increasing the dosage of the medication."
Cheng Xiangheng took it and looked at the doctor with a sharp look: "I don't want to hear any rumors about me, do you understand?"
The doctor agreed with great tact.
After everyone left, Cheng Xiangheng stared at Ping An's sleeping face and suddenly became angry again: "What an ungrateful person."
He poked Ping An's hot face.
Ping An unconsciously held Cheng Xiangheng's hand. Her body temperature was very high, and Cheng Xiangheng retracted his hand because of the heat.
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