Chapter 57
Ping'an's face was still flushed when he was pushed into the fitting room.
She had never thought that Cheng Xiangheng would do that. How could he treat her like that?
She lowered her head and looked clearly at the clothes Cheng Xiangheng gave her. Her expression changed slightly and her right hand subconsciously covered her left wrist.
Cheng Xiangheng was waiting outside the fitting room. The clothes prepared for Ping An on the tablet had been brought over by the waiter and the model. He selected a few more sets, paused, and suddenly stood up and walked towards the fitting room.
"An An, are you still in there?"
No one answered.
Cheng Xiangheng's expression didn't change, but the waiter beside him was terrified: "Sir, the lady just now told me not to disturb you, she wanted to go to the bathroom."
Cheng Xiangheng opened the door of the fitting room with force and saw the sleeveless white dress thrown on the ground. He seemed to realize something and the coldness in his body subsided.
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Ping'an was a poor woman. She went home, packed her clothes, and booked a train ticket to Beijing as quickly as possible.
She didn't know where to go, so she went to find Wen Zhi and explained the reason for their breakup so that she could continue her life with a clear conscience.
However, what Ping An did not expect was that as soon as she walked to the entrance of the train station, she was brought to Cheng Xiangheng by a man in a black suit.
Cheng Xiangheng was sitting in a low-key SUV. When he saw Ping An being pushed into the car, his face showed no emotion.
The car started moving quickly.
Ping An awkwardly picked at the strap of his schoolbag, feeling uneasy. "I didn't mean to leave without saying anything."
Cheng Xiangheng didn't say anything.
Ping An was a little anxious: "The train is coming soon, I have to leave quickly, the ticket..."
"Refund the ticket," Cheng Xiangheng said softly, "An An, I won't let you leave me."
Ping An frowned, quite exasperated: "Cheng Xiangheng! You are imprisoning me, it's against the law!"
Cheng Xiangheng lowered his eyes, not looking at Ping'an's face, but gently took her hand.
Ping An relied on Cheng Xiangheng for two years and lived with him for another six years. Eight years were enough for her to understand what Cheng Xiangheng's little actions meant.
She paused and gently pushed it open.
The corners of Cheng Xiangheng's lips drooped.
The car drove forward and finally stopped at the hospital entrance. When Ping An didn't understand why he brought him to such a place, a middle-aged man in a white coat wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked over, followed by many other men in white coats of the same age as him.
"Chairman, all the equipment and doctors are ready."
Cheng Xiangheng nodded, then took Ping An into the operating room.
Ping An reacted belatedly and tried to push Cheng Xiangheng away, but was forced to sit on his lap. The clothes on Ping An's left arm were lifted up, and her wrist was forced onto the operating table.
Ping An didn't know how Cheng Xiangheng knew that she had a scar on her wrist. The moment her sleeve was lifted up, Ping An felt that the whole world was looking at her ugly scar.
Ping'an had difficulty breathing and wanted to curl up her elbows in shame, but Cheng Xiangheng didn't allow it and still held her tightly.
Ping An struggled: "Cheng Xiangheng! Let me go! This is my own arm. This is my own business. It has nothing to do with you!"
Cheng Xiangheng controlled her body and did not allow Ping An to escape: "If you really didn't care about it, you wouldn't have worn long sleeves for eight years."
Ping An didn't feel any pain after her arm was anesthetized. She glared at him and said, "That has nothing to do with you. Don't be so self-righteous and make decisions for me! I hate you. I hate you so much!"
Cheng Xiangheng looked at the scar on Ping An's wrist. The scar was like a thick centipede running across her fair skin. He wondered what kind of determination she had made to decide to commit suicide.
His heart felt like it was being pulled by a thousand-pound weight, and he began to tremble with pain, but he said calmly: "It's okay, I love you."
"Cheng Xiangheng! Don't worry about my affairs! We have nothing to do with each other!"
Hearing this, Cheng Xiangheng took a deep breath and winked at the doctor.
Ping'an was injected with anesthetic and fell unconscious in Cheng Xiangheng's arms in an instant.
When she woke up again, Ping'an's wrist was slightly red and swollen. The ugly scar that had been across her wrist for eight years had completely disappeared. She squeezed her eyes shut, but instead of feeling relieved, she was gradually overcome by a sense of powerlessness.
What exactly does Cheng Xiangheng want to do? If the scars on his wrist are removed, will the scars in his heart also be removed? Does he think that this will allow him to return to the past?
I slowly stood up and was about to get out of bed when the door was pushed open.
Ping An turned his head away, trying to avoid Cheng Xiangheng and get out of bed, but he walked straight over and squatted down to put slippers on Ping An.
Ping An tried to hold back, but couldn't help saying, "Mr. Cheng, I don't need you to treat me like this. You're bothering me."
Cheng Xiangheng didn't rush to get up. Instead, he squatted down and looked up at Ping An: "Ping An, this scar has caused you a lot of hardship for many years, hasn't it?"
Ping'an's angry heart suddenly started beating wildly.
Yes, Cheng Xiangheng is right.
Because of this scar, Ping An never dared to wear short sleeves, for fear of being laughed at or attracting strange looks. Since the scar was born, whenever Ping An noticed it, the pain she once felt would reappear, reminding her how pitiful and cowardly she had been.
But so what? She had already gotten used to it, just like when Cheng Xiangheng left, she needed to get used to it over and over again. Once she got used to it, it was no longer a big deal.
Now her life is very peaceful and she is very satisfied with it and doesn't want to change it anymore.
Cheng Xiangheng held Ping An's hand and placed it against his forehead: "An An, don't get used to pain. We still have a lot of good life ahead of us. Come out with me."
Ping An just curled the corners of her mouth. If she couldn't get used to the pain, how could she continue to live?
Ping An doesn't buy it.
Cheng Xiangheng suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with visible pain. "I lived a miserable life in the first two years after I left you. I couldn't speak Canadian at all. Cheng Yeming's sons were afraid that I would compete with them for resources, so they framed me. I wasn't obedient enough, so Cheng Yeming often punished me by putting me in solitary confinement. My life was miserable. At that time, I just wanted to hug Ping An, but Ping An would never forgive me. I said such cruel words at the time, she must hate me to death."
Hearing this, Ping'an felt heavy and uncomfortable.
"Every year since then, I've wondered if I could be stronger, if I could take the initiative, then Ping An and I would never have to separate again. But becoming strong is so painful and tiring. Every day when I open my eyes, I'm faced with countless calculations. My surviving brothers and sisters, my father, they're all plotting against me. I have to work very hard just to survive. Whenever I feel like I can't go on, I think of you. When I think of Ping An, the physical and mental pain is alleviated, and I'm motivated to live again."
Ping An knew how hard Cheng Xiangheng's life was. When he was a child, Cheng Xiangheng was often locked up in the solitary confinement room. Ping An had stayed there for a while. The solitary confinement room was dark and cold, and Cheng Xiangheng was covered in wounds every time he was locked up in there.
He used to have her by his side, but later when she wasn't around anymore, I don't know how he managed to get through it.
Ping An felt uncomfortable listening to Cheng Xiangheng complaining about the grievances he had suffered over the years. She didn't like Cheng Xiangheng now, but she also didn't want him to suffer such grievances.
It's so painful.
"Sister, I really like you. I have to keep thinking about the days with you so that Cheng Yeming won't force me into a monster... Please don't leave me, okay? I really need you..."
Cheng Xiangheng's skin is very white, a kind of sickly paleness. When he is a little excited, a faint blush will appear on his face and his eyes will be filled with water. Cheng Xiangheng does not have the slightest bit of arrogance in front of outsiders. Instead, he looks pitiful and makes people feel pity for him.
Ping An hesitated for a moment. He was too pitiful. She didn't have the heart to say anything cruel, so she could only nod silently.
She didn't notice the way Cheng Xiangheng was looking at her.
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