"ah?"
"What 'ah'? It's settled then, hold back your tears!" the little dumpling commanded. Ting Che on the bed sniffled twice and wiped away his tears.
I had long heard that the women of the border town were fierce, each one a tigress at home, and now it seems that the saying is true. Even such a young girl can talk back to me.
"What's your name?" Huo Xiaolong asked.
“Tingche, Lan Tingche.”
The boy's messy head had been shaved off, and his hair was full of lice. Now his head was completely bald, and he probably hadn't even realized it yet. When he woke up, he would be too preoccupied with sadness to care about his hair.
The little dumpling was cheeky; it brought him a bronze mirror and said...
"Tingche, you look so handsome after you've washed! Look at you!"
Where is my hair?
The tense atmosphere was broken when the boy reached out and touched his bald head. The melancholy beauty who had previously resembled Lu Wangji was suddenly gone.
"Shave it off! It's full of lice, shave it all off!"
Huo Xiaolong bullied Lan Tingche to the point of tears, especially with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone. Hua Luan then looked at Cen Ang and asked, "Aren't you going to take care of your daughter?"
Cen Ang stared back, "If you want to interfere, then interfere!"
The former young master also looked at his aunt. After so many years of friendship, are you just going to watch your daughter bully someone?
Seeing that the woman remained unmoved, Lan Tingche turned around and saw the little dumpling staring at him menacingly.
"Are you trying to tattle on me?!"
"You can't beat me, so you throw sand at me?!"
"Can you afford to play this game?"
"Believe it or not, I'll bully you every day from now on!"
"Don't cry! Hold it in!"
The tears that were already welling up in his eyes were forcefully held back by Ting Che.
Then, Huo Xiaolong took his hand and said...
“Be a good boy and take good care of yourself. Don’t cry all the time. Your hair will grow back and your leg will get better. From now on, you can stay here. Fengyue Tower will be your home. I will give you half of the house and half of your parents’ house.”
The little dumpling could tell that, in her previous life's terms, Lan Tingche had a bit of depression, a deep-seated resentment in his heart. She thought that if she could live like a normal person in the brothel, he certainly could too.
The man in bed will never forget that in the darkest moment of his life, a little girl took his hand and said, "I'll give you half of my home, and everything will be alright."
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