Xia Zhitong curled up on the sofa, holding a cup of hot milk in her hand. The steaming heat filled her eyes. Her eyes, which were red and swollen from crying just now, were dry and uncomfortable. The heat hurt her eyes. She put down the milk cup and looked in a daze.
, facing Amy, "Amy, can you help me back to the room? I feel much calmer now."
Amy sat cross-legged next to Xia Zhitong. She was watching a TV series and angrily turned off the TV. Then she picked up a newspaper on the table, pointed at a baby photo on the newspaper and yelled, "In a good mood? Humph, you want me
If it’s you, beat this ungrateful man to death, because you’ve been holding on to this broken necklace in vain for such a heartless fiancé.”
Amy squinted and read the title of this old newspaper from 20 years ago, "Huo Tianao, President of Huo Group, gave birth to a son, named Chengxi... Damn it! This is so infuriating.
Do you think you are great because you are the heir to a large financial group? Can you bully our Xiaotong like this!"
Seeing that Amy was even angrier than herself, Xia Zhitong threw the newspaper on the ground, kicked it and stomped on it, and advised, "Amy, forget it, it's okay not to have such a fiancé. I thought he would help me, I thought...
…Forget it.”
Xia Zhitong had countless beautiful fantasies about her fiancé, whom she had not met for twenty years. However, the reality was too cruel. He was not only romantic and ruthless, but also humiliated her several times. Since she had no fate with him, she should not go there again.
Thinking about it, it was not what she wanted to climb up to a young master from a wealthy family.
*
Life continues.
Xia Zhitong lives in the dormitory on weekdays and at Amy's house on weekends.
Whenever she has free time, she will participate in the reconstruction, and then, accompanied by Amy, visit every special school in S city.
Occasionally, she would "pass by" Xia Zhai and look at the seal on the dusty door.
Her tears would flow uncontrollably. Although she lived very little in this home, it was all that her father had built with his own hands, and now there was nothing left.
Xia Zhitong was alone on crutches and placed the small white flowers in her hands in front of the door. The wind blew through the flower buds and a few petals fell, which was sad and beautiful.
She wiped away her tears sadly, turned around, and saw a familiar and kind face.
She recognized this old face as that of the Xia family's butler, Uncle Yan.
"Miss, you..."
Xia Zhitong smiled and said to Yan Bo, "Long time no see, Yan Bo, how are you doing?"
The hot tears in the corner of Yan Bo's eyes couldn't help but flow out. He walked towards Xia Zhitong and blamed himself, "Miss, it wasn't that Mr. Yan didn't let you pay homage to the master that day. It was the vicious mother and daughter who didn't let Mr. Yan open the door.
.I was really stupid at the time. Why did I listen to that woman and believe that you were the one who could kill me? It wasn’t until...until that day when I was packing the master’s belongings that I realized that Uncle Yan had mistakenly believed the evil person..."
Yan Bo was beating his chest and was heartbroken. Xia Zhitong didn't know how to comfort him. He supported Yan Bo and said, "Yan Bo, don't be like this... everything is over..."
"No! We can't just let it go!" Yan Bo grabbed Xia Zhitong's hand and said angrily, "Miss, do you know what I found in the master's belongings? A will! It turns out that the master has transferred all the property of the Xia family to
Everything was left to you, but when the master died, in the blink of an eye, you had nothing! The master was such a cautious person in business, how could he owe so much debt? It must be the conspiracy of that vicious woman!!"
Xia Zhitong's breath suffocated, and his body's center of gravity began to become unstable.
She pressed her temples tightly, her lips trembled, but she could not speak...
"Miss, you must take back everything for our Xia family and find Miss Xiao Jing. Uncle Yan knows which special school the little miss is in."
Yan Bo gave Xia Zhitong a note, and Xia Zhitong held it tightly in her palms. The cold sweat blurred the handwriting, but she remembered it firmly, as if it was deeply engraved in her heart.
After calling a taxi to see Yan Bo off, Xia Zhitong leaned on a cane and prepared to take a taxi. But unfortunately, it was difficult to hail a taxi at this time.
Just when her injured feet could hardly stand, a luxury car suddenly stopped in front of her.
The car window opened, revealing a handsome smiling face.
"Is it you? Si... driver brother?" Xia Zhitong didn't expect to meet him here.