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Chapter 80 - 80 079 You laugh at her for being deaf she sends you to
Chapter 80 - 80 079 You laugh at her for being deaf she sends you to
?Chapter 80: 079: You laugh at her for being deaf, she sends you to die (second update) Chapter 80: 079: You laugh at her for being deaf, she sends you to die (second update) He smelled it again, the scent of lime.
Wen Changling raised her hand and clutched the clothes on his waist.
“Xie Shang.”
She suddenly asked, “Is your full name Ji Fu?”
The seal of Xie Shang was carved with Ji Fu, and Ji Fu was also embroidered on the handkerchief.
“Ji Fu is my courtesy name.”
“With the ranks being ‘bo,’ ‘zhong,’ ‘shu,’ and ‘ji,’ are you the fourth in your family?”
There was information about the Xie Family online.
It said that Xie Shang was the only son of Xie Liangjiang.
“I’m the third child of Madam Su. Including my second uncle’s daughter, I rank fourth.” Xie Shang was still suffering from a fever, very weak, allowing himself to lean on Wen Changling’s shoulder, “My older brothers and sisters didn’t survive; they passed away early. A fortune-teller said my father lacks the fortune of having descendants.”
Could there be a possibility—
Wen Changling, holding Xie Shang, left the thought unspoken: it’s because your father did too many bad deeds.
She let go and lifted her head from Xie Shang’s embrace, “I should go back now.”
“I’ll take you.”
*****
These past few days, the weather had been scorching hot.
It was almost four o’clock, yet the sun was still burning fiercely, every place sweltering.
“Xie Shang.”
It was Wen Changling’s voice.
Xie Shang looked up but didn’t see anyone.
“Over here.”
The vines of the Hooked Cymbidium were pulled aside, and Wen Changling’s head peered out from above the wall.
Xie Shang put down his book and walked over from the tea room, “Why climb so high? Aren’t you afraid of falling?”
She asked from above, “Do you like melons?”
“What kind of melon?”
“The melon I grew.”
She climbed higher still.
Xie Shang involuntarily walked forward, “Don’t fall.”
She swung one leg over the wall and sat on top, holding onto it with one hand and lifting a red net bag with the other. She struggled to pull the net bag up.
Inside the net bag was a watermelon, a big one, and the bag had cut into her fingers, turning them red.
She called out to Xie Shang, “Catch.”
Xie Shang reached out to catch it.
The heavy watermelon landed in his hands.
“This is the first melon I’ve picked, I’m giving it to you.”
In the yard, Wen Changling had planted five melon seedlings in total, the yield was not plentiful, and whether they were sweet or not was unknown, but this one she gave to Xie Shang was the biggest.
“Thank you, Miss Wen.”
He smiled.
He should be happy, after all, he had received a gift.
Neither Granny Zhu nor Sister Tao had received such a big melon.
Miss Wen said you’re welcome, “It will taste better chilled.” She reached cautiously for the ladder with the tip of her toe, “I’m leaving.”
Then she climbed down once more.
Xie Shang stood under the tree, holding the melon, and smiled.
That evening, Xie Shang posted a message on his Moments, didn’t write any text, just uploaded a picture, showing off a melon that wasn’t even ripe yet.
Valley Mouth Singing God replied: [Brother Fourth, you actually posted on Moments!!! Brother Fourth, is there some juicy news coming?]
Indeed, there was big news in the entertainment industry—a well-known Rapper was exposed for having a child.
In the duty room, Xiao Cai, while changing clothes, was scrolling through her phone. With a smack, the phone fell to the ground.
Xiao Cai was irritated, picked up her phone, and threw it into the locker, complaining to her colleague Xiao Pang next to her, “It’s so annoying, these little essays every time.”
“Is there solid proof?”
“Just a few chat records, I can forge that kind of screenshot. Just change the profile picture to OG’s and it’s done. Nowadays, there’s no cost to spreading rumors.”
OG is a stage name.
OG’s real name is Tong Taishi, a Rap artist. Fans say that if their brother didn’t stick to rapping, he would have to go home and inherit the family wealth.
Anyway, their brother was not only talented but also wealthy.
“What does this woman want?”
With such a great brother, it was easy to guess, “She’s chasing clout.”
Dihong Hospital is a private hospital, following the principle that all is for the service of customers and patients, it established a VIP building. There are security guards on duty 24 hours a day on every floor of the entire building, offering high privacy.
A roofed corridor connects the VIP building and the Oncology Department building.
Someone was making a phone call on the corridor, and it was the rapper who would have to go home and take over the family estate if he didn’t rap well.
“Baby, do you have to be so naive? You believe whatever anyone tells you.”
“Haven’t I told you? I ended things with her six months ago.” His tone was tinged with impatience, “Who knows whose kid it is.”
Tong Taishi really didn’t know; he had passed that schoolgirl around to many people.
He felt he was wrongly accused; how could it suddenly be his child?
He had no patience to cajole, “Enough said, Brother Kuan is calling me to rehearsal.”
“I miss you too.”
“I’ll find you tonight.”
He hung up the phone, only then noticing someone passing by.
He stepped forward and grabbed the person’s nurse uniform, “What did you just hear?”
Wen Changling turned around.
This was the VIP building, no one would be foolish enough to spread anything they heard here.
Tong Taishi saw Wen Changling’s hearing aid, “Deaf, huh?”
The three stretched out words, combined with his scornful look.
Wen Changling corrected him, “I’m not deaf.”
“Then tell me, what did you hear?”
She didn’t speak.
Tong Taishi’s gaze grew more disdainful, “You have to say you didn’t hear anything.” He pulled Wen Changling’s ID badge closer to take a look, “I know who you are now, and if you dare to talk nonsense, I’ll make you truly deaf.”
After warning her, he put on his mask, walked backward, eyeing Wen Changling, pointed to his own ears, and made a chopping gesture.
There are plenty of utterly disgusting trash in this world.
Wen Changling had understood this seven years ago.
She passed through the corridor.
The door to one of the hospital rooms was not properly closed, and voices came from inside, but nobody lingered to listen because this was the VIP building. The world of the wealthy is filthier than you can imagine and has rules you can’t break.
“Think it over carefully, don’t just think about yourself, think about your brother, your parents.”
“If I were you, I’d get an abortion, take the money, and go back to studying.”
Wen Changling didn’t stop; she continued walking forward till she reached the end of the corridor, then she knocked on a door.
“Come in.”
Wen Changling went in, “Madam Cheng.”
Wen Changling came to take Madam Cheng for a check-up.
Madam Cheng was a breast cancer patient who had decided to give up the lifeless quality of cancer treatment and move to the oncology department’s hospice ward.
*****
Giving up on life is a very difficult thing if there’s still a path to take, if there’s someone willing to lend a hand—
“Do you need help?”
The girl about to jump from the rooftop paused at that moment.
But she didn’t turn around, “No one can help me.”
The rooftop was dark with no lights, only the half-moon stingily cast a bit of light.
The wind was strong, carrying Wen Changling’s voice, “Are you willing to die like this?”
The girl didn’t move.
“If you die, Tong Taishi will be very happy.”
The girl turned around abruptly.
She was young, only nineteen years old. A year ago, she had been a student; she had just wanted to find a part-time job, and then the devil dragged her into hell.
Tong Taishi’s agent had told her to think of her brother, her parents.
The more she thought, the more she saw only one way out.
“Do you know?”
Wen Changling across from her nodded, “I know about your situation.”
Many people knew; she had posted it online, and the result was that everyone cursed her.
“Are you willing to believe me?”
Wen Changling took a step forward, “I believe you.”
Her voice was very pleasant, so clean, so calming.
The girl felt as if she was about to be saved.
“On Lotus Pond Street, there’s a pawnshop named Ruyi Pawnshop. The owner of the pawnshop is in a good mood today, and he’s easy to talk to when he’s feeling good. Go find him, he will help you.”
Wen Changling placed a business card on the ground. The card was pure black, with the words “Ruyi Pawnshop” printed on the front in gold lettering.
The girl hesitated for a moment, stepped down from the edge of the rooftop, and picked up the business card from the ground.
“What should I do?”
“He loves hearing stories,” Wen Changling informed the girl, “Tell him a story.”