"Jiuzhen, you're awake..."
Ling Huanwu's vision blurred, and tears instantly streamed down her face.
She opened her arms to hug the man in front of her, but found her eyelids were so heavy they were about to fall open, and she couldn't open them no matter what she did. Her legs gave way and she fainted.
Zhao Jingxiang reached out and steadily caught the woman who was about to fall to the ground, picked her up horizontally, and placed her next to Zhou Jiuzhen's bed in the room.
The small office, filled with the fresh scent of oranges, was kept neat and tidy.
Zhou Jiuzhen was also tidied up, with even his hair combed neatly. He lay quietly on the warm, made-up bed, looking rosy and at ease.
Zhao Jingxiang stood by the bed, looking at him calmly, chatting with him as they used to when they were children. "Ergou, you're really lucky. Even if you become a vegetable, you still have people taking care of you. Unlike me, I've been with my parents for so many years, and they still won't even look at me."
He reached out and patted Zhou Jiuzhen, who was lying on the bed unresponsive. A hint of pain flashed in his calm eyes as he said to him earnestly, "I'm giving your parents back to you now. How about you give me this woman?"
"Didn't you say you didn't want to take things from me when we were little? So why do you keep taking things from me?"
Why aren't you answering? Are you reluctant to part with this woman?
In the flickering lamplight, Zhao Jingxiang, his face grim, slowly approached him, his smile sinister and eerie. "Perfect. Today, I'll show you what it feels like to lose your loved one!"
Seeing Zhou Jiuzhen's unresponsive face, Zhao Jingxiang climbed onto the bed and, in front of Zhou Jiuzhen, tore open Ling Huanwu's outer garment.
When the woman fainted, her hairband fell off, and now her long, black hair was spread out on the pillow, making her face appear even more delicate and beautiful in the flickering candlelight.
Compared to the plump woman of a year ago, she now looks even more charming and alluring with her slimmer figure.
Even though he was emotionally detached, at this moment he felt his blood surging in his chest, and his fingers trembled as they touched the rolled-up edge of her sweater.
Because she had no experience, the sweater got stuck in her chest and she couldn't take it off.
With a "rip".
The sweater was torn into two pieces from bottom to top.
Zhao Jingxiang's head exploded with a loud bang, and the beast hidden deep in his eyes was completely unleashed at this moment.
He gently stroked the woman's jade-like face, his voice hoarse and almost breathless, "Ling Huanwu, from tonight onwards you will be my wife!"
The man lying motionless on the inside of the bed had his eyelids twitching wildly. His chest, which had been rising and falling slightly, was now heaving violently. His well-defined knuckles, hanging by his side, trembled and gradually tightened...
*
In the family compound.
Zhou Shuyao packed his luggage and sat at home, watching his three children squatting in the corner, laughing and playing with ants. His lifeless eyes reddened again and again.
Wang Guihua stood to the side, watching the children wipe away her tears.
She truly loves her three children.
She practically raised the triplets, and now that they're going to Hong Kong with her, she doesn't know when she'll see them again.
When Zhou Shuyao looked up at his mother, his eyes were full of confusion. "Mother, why won't you come with me? I'm your own son. Don't you really care about the son you adopted?"
In her previous life, her mother also abandoned him and her child and came to the island to take care of Zhou Jiuzhen. In this life, even though he told her that a once-in-a-century storm surge would soon occur here, she still chose to stay by her elder brother's side.
He couldn't understand it at all. When he thought of Ling Huanwu, who was determined to stay by Zhou Jiuzhen's side, he felt a chill run down his spine, and tears welled up in his eyes.
“Yao, no matter if there is a storm surge, I have to stay. Jiuzhen is still not awake, and Huanwu is busy with the cooperative. She can’t handle it, so I have to stay and help.”
Wang Guihua took out a handkerchief from the inside pocket of her clothes and carefully unfolded it.
Ling Huan and Song Yaoyao, who were standing to the side pretending to pack their luggage, both craned their necks, wanting to see how much money she was going to give her son as travel expenses to Hong Kong.
Inside the handkerchief was a neatly folded stack of large black crosses.
Wang Guihua counted them and was about to stuff them into Zhou Jiuzhen's hand when Song Yaoyao snatched them away.
Song Yaoyao counted the money in her hand, and her face darkened after she finished. "Wang Guihua, you've saved up for so many years, and this is all you've saved? This little bit of money isn't even enough for our whole family to use connections to go to Hong Kong. Are you planning to give the rest of the money to Ling Huanwu? What kind of mother in this world is like you, who doesn't love her own son but favors her adopted son?"
Ling's parents chimed in, "That's right, what kind of clueless old people wouldn't help their own son take care of his child, but instead fawn over their adopted son by cleaning up his bodily waste..."
"Aren't you two the ones?"
Wang Guihua snatched the money back from Song Yaoyao's hand and coldly interrupted Ling's parents before they could finish speaking, "You two don't love your own daughter, but instead favor your adopted daughter, and even made your own daughter take the blame for your adopted daughter. Aren't you just clueless old people!"
"Oh, right, you two are even worse than me. At least I won't push Shuyao out to suffer. You two are just blind to everything!"
A few words left Ling's parents speechless, their faces ashen, their lips trembling as they couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
Wang Guihua, however, had no intention of letting the two off the hook, and continued, "You don't actually plan for your precious adopted daughter to take you to Hong Kong to live with you in your old age, do you?"
"Stop daydreaming! It costs fifty yuan per person to go to Hong Kong to find a smuggler. Do you think your adopted daughter, who's more cunning than a honeycomb briquette, would take you there? I think you should wake up and get your remaining pension money back, or you'll have nowhere to cry!"
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