Wen Tong was surrounded by the crowd and couldn't escape.
Everyone compared the photos in the newspapers with hers and started talking about them.
"Looking so similar, it must be her."
"Even the clothes are exactly the same as those in the newspaper."
"If you don't study hard at a young age, you run out to be someone else's mistress and ruin other people's feelings. It's really disgusting."
"Today's young people have long lost their sense of shame."
"Bitch, third party, I'll beat you to death."
Suddenly a woman rushed out of the crowd, picked up the newspaper in her hand, and threw it at Wen Tong hysterically, shouting: "You bitches who specialize in seducing men, I will beat you to death. Give me your husband."
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The woman didn't know what kind of stimulation she had, so she frantically threw everything around her that could be thrown.
Everyone was affected, and they didn't know whether they were teasing or wanting to show their sense of justice. They all threw the things in their hands at Wen Tong.
She couldn't resist, so she could only cover her head desperately, and a pile of messy garbage quickly fell at her feet.
Someone even threw a coffee cup, and brown liquid poured down Wen Tong's hair, making her unable to open her eyes.
"Go to hell, bitch." The crazy woman just now suddenly picked up the wooden box where the newsstand owner collected money, hit Wen Tong on the head, and smashed it down.
"Ah...blood...bleeding." Someone in the crowd shouted in panic.
"Hey, what are you doing? I'm the police." With a sharp shout, everyone immediately dispersed.
Wen Tong stood there, her eyes blank and unfocused. She covered her forehead with one hand, and blood flowed from her fingers, snaking ferociously.
"Wen Tong, Wen Tong, are you okay?" Someone squatted down in front of her, took out a handkerchief and pressed it on her wound.
Wen Tong slowly raised her head. The coffee that was poured on her face had dried, and some of it was smeared on her eyes. She rubbed it hard twice with her hands before she could see clearly.
"Lin Dong, it's you."
Her voice was weak and weak, as if it was filled with sorrow from past and present lives, which made people feel sad to hear it.
"Those people have been scared away by me. I said I was a policeman and they believed me." Lin Dong's words finally made Wen Tong smile a little bitterly.
"The newspapers I have over there are not selling enough. I came here to do some shopping with the owner here, but..." He suddenly realized that he had said something wrong. The reason why his newspapers were not selling enough was because of today's explosive news.
Lin Dong hurriedly slapped his mouth, "I'm sorry, Wen Tong, I didn't mean to mention..."
"It's okay." Wen Tong wiped the stains on his face with his handkerchief and said gratefully: "Thank you for helping me out. My brother still needs surgery, so I won't tell you more."
Lin Dong was still worried, but he didn't say anything, just nodded, and then watched Wen Tong leave.
"Hey, Adong, I've prepared the newspaper, do you still want it?" The newsstand owner shouted to Lin Dong: "If it weren't for the good friendship between us, I wouldn't have cut off our love. You don't know today.
How popular is the newspaper?"
Lin Dong paid the money, then walked back with a stack of newspapers. Not far away, he stopped and looked in the direction of the hospital. Wen Tong was standing under the marble pillar in front of the door, holding the pillar with one hand and holding the other with the other.
Hiding his face, his fragile and helpless look made Lin Dong's heart ache.
He threw the newspaper in his hand into the trash can angrily and closed the newsstand after returning.
As soon as Wen Tong entered the hospital gate, a black car slowly drove away in the distance.
People were coming and going in the hospital. Wen Tong lowered his head and walked quickly.
She found Xiao Le's ward and wanted to push the door open but hesitated.
She didn't know if they had seen the newspaper. If they found out, how could she have the face to face her family.
However, she tried to think on the bright side. Her parents had been accompanying Xiao Le and they had no time to buy newspapers. Even if they would know, they would have to wait until Xiao Le's operation was completed. As long as Xiao Le was fine, she would tell him
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Wen Tong took a deep breath and gently opened the door.
"Dad, Mom, what are you doing?"
As soon as she entered the door, she saw Father Wen and Mother Wen packing Xiaole's luggage. Xiaole had also taken off his hospital gown and was wearing the clothes he had come in. He was looking at her with tears in his eyes.
Father Wen and Mother Wen continued to clean up, as if they didn't see Wen Tong.
At this time, the clinical woman suddenly screamed, as if she had discovered a new world, "Hey, your daughter looks like the little vixen on TV?"
Father Wen suddenly became furious and said sternly: "She is not our daughter."
Wen Tong stood aside blankly. Father Wen, who had always been honest and gentle, would say something like this. You can imagine how angry and disappointed he must be.
She bit her lip and couldn't help but shed tears.
No matter how Beichenxiao abused her and insulted her, she gritted her teeth and refused to shed tears. However, she could not accept that her parents looked at her like an outsider. They had raised her for seventeen years. Didn't they understand her nature?
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She gritted her teeth and swallowed all her grievances. No matter whether her parents ignored her or others insulted her, she just wanted to perform surgery on Xiao Le before Bei Chenxiao changed his mind.
So, she held back her tears and almost begged, "Dad, Mom, you can't leave the hospital. The operation is about to start."
Mother Wen turned her head away in pain and said coldly: "We were too stupid. We thought there were kind-hearted people willing to help Xiaole. Now looking at it, it's completely because you hooked up with a rich man and he was willing to pay for it."
Xiao Le is treating the disease. The money is too dirty. Xiao Le can’t afford it, and neither can we. You ask the doctor to cancel the operation, we won’t do it.”
After saying that, she took Xiao Le's hand and said, "Xiao Le, let's go home."
"No, no, Xiao Le must undergo surgery. Mom, you know his illness cannot be delayed any longer." Wen Tong suddenly pulled Wen's mother's arm.
"I will not do such a thing using my daughter's body in exchange for money to save my son." Wen's mother opened Wen Tong's hand sternly, "Since you were a child, I have taught you etiquette and shame. You can't even hold a boy's hand.
You haven't touched her before, but you went directly to the bed of a rich man. We in the Wen family don't have such an embarrassing daughter as you."
"Mom, it's my fault this time, but please don't ignore Xiao Le. It doesn't matter if you hit me, scold me, or even deny me, but please save Xiao Le, he will die if he doesn't undergo surgery.
." Wen Tong knelt down with a plop, clutching Wen's mother's clothes tightly with both hands to prevent her from leaving.
"Let go." Father Wen came over and pulled away Wen Tong's hand angrily. She was pushed to the ground, sobbing non-stop.
"Xiao Le doesn't know how to perform surgery. The Wen family has disgraced you. Xiao Le, go home with your father."
"No, Xiaole, you can't go back." Wen Tong raised her head and shouted desperately.
Xiao Le looked back at her, tears in his eyes kept flowing, and finally, under the force of Mother Wen, he left.
"Xiao Le..." Wen Tong fell to her knees, covered her face and cried bitterly.
Why does it become like this? Why?
"Little bitch, I'll cry you to death." The clinical woman took a sip and continued to watch TV as if nothing had happened.