Chapter 227

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She said that Changling was also pitiable because her mother recklessly took medicine, which resulted in the little girl having a scar on her face.

Just last week, Wen Changling saw the girl with the scar on her face.

Outside the children’s home at the hospital, there was a row of seats shaped like various fruits. A little boy in patient’s clothes sat alone on a “banana.”

“Why are you sitting here by yourself?”

The little boy looked up and called out, “Sister Xu, ‘The nurse auntie said Lailai is dead.'” The child was very young and still didn’t understand what death meant, “Sister Xu, what does it mean to be dead?”

Sister Xu was an adult, also in patient’s clothes, sitting on an “apple.”

She thought for a moment and told the little friend, “Being dead means the body is broken and can’t be cured anymore. You have to go to heaven to get a new body and become a little child again to come back to this world.”

The little boy seemed to understand but did not: “Then can I see Lailai again?”

“You have to queue up in heaven; it’s a very long queue.”

This was the best explanation of death Wen Changling had ever heard.

“Changling.”

It was Jiahui’s voice.

The girl sitting on the “apple” turned her head before Wen Changling. Thus, Wen Changling, standing behind her, saw her face—

a birthmark by the corner of her left eye, small, like a kiss dropped by the evening glow.

Upon confirming that she was not the one being called, the girl turned her gaze back and left, holding the boy’s hand.

Jiahui came over and told Wen Changling that Jhiang Youyou was waiting for her downstairs. Wen Changling sent a message to Jhiang Youyou and then followed the girl.

The attending doctor called her Little Scar. Wen Changling asked the doctor what disease Little Scar had.

“Chronic renal failure, end-stage.”

Wen Changling didn’t enter the ward and waited outside.

“Miss Wen.”

He Dongzhou arrived.

Wen Changling knew the location of this ward; she had encountered He Dongzhou here more than once. She guessed right; as long as she waited outside this ward, she would definitely encounter He Dongzhou.

She directly asked, “She’s also called Changling, isn’t she?”

“You found out.”

“What’s her last name?”

The door to the ward was closed, but He Dongzhou’s gaze remained in that direction: “Xu, Xu Yanwu.”

When Wen Yuan initially abandoned her daughter, she had placed all her savings in the baby basket, along with a blessing charm from the temple with the name “Changling” written on it.

“Is she doing well? Does she have family with her?”

“There’s a grandma, who loves her dearly.”

Wen Changling had already guessed a part of it; she wanted confirmation from He Dongzhou: “Is your acquaintance with her coincidental?”

“No, I wanted revenge on Qin Qi, and it took a lot of effort to find her.”

This answer was expected by Wen Changling. He Dongzhou could become friends with Xie Shang because they were of the same kind, both vengeful.

“And now?”

He Dongzhou replied succinctly, “She’s now my fiancée.”

Wen Changling remembered the sole condition He Dongzhou had when they collaborated before, “I only have one condition, Qin Qi must not die.”

At the time, He Dongzhou didn’t explain why, and only now did Wen Changling understand his intention.

“Living donation requires the consent of the donor.”

Confident, He Dongzhou replied, “He will consent.”

Kidneys are not as important as life.

*****

In the past, Old Lady Zhao often cursed He Dongzhou as a bad seed. He Dongzhou felt it made a lot of sense, as if he weren’t a bad seed, he wouldn’t have started plotting how to destroy the entire Qin Family the moment he had some resources at hand.

He remembered every single whip that hit him, every cigarette burn seared into his flesh.

The Qin Family relied on Qin Qi for support; he had to take down Qin Qi first.

Once, when Qin Ke was drunk, he revealed what Qin Qi had done in Wind Town. At the time, Wen Yuan had reported to the authorities, but Qin Qi used his influence and the police dropped the matter due to insufficient evidence. It took He Dongzhou nearly a year to find the child Wen Yuan had abandoned. She was adopted by an elderly person living alone, in poor health, and in need of money. He Dongzhou funded her, starting from her sophomore year in high school.

In her letters, she said she was called Little Scar.

At that time, He Dongzhou thought to himself, just wait a little longer; as brutal as he was, he couldn’t leverage a minor to take revenge on the Qin Family, so just wait two more years.

Little Scar wrote to him every two months, usually reporting on her recent academic performance and expressing gratitude.

Later, when he went abroad, it was inconvenient to receive letters, so he bought her a mobile phone. She didn’t change her habit and still reported every two months, addressing him respectfully as you or sir, treating him like an elder.

She probably thought he was an old man.

Once, after drinking a little, he accidentally made a video call and was about to hang up when she answered.

“Mr. He?”

The girl’s voice was sweet, as if coated in honey.

She was very surprised, and in the dim light, her eyes widened, “Is that you?”

For the first time in two years, they talked. The camera was shaky, He Dongzhou was quite dizzy, feeling a sense of oxygen deprivation, the alcohol taking its toll and making him very thirsty.

He saw a birthday cake, the size of a palm, with a candle on top.

“Is it your birthday today?”

Little Scar nodded.

“How old are you now?”

She sat upright on the other side of the phone, “Eighteen.”

He Dongzhou laughed.

She was of age now, ready to be brought back to the Qin Family to surprise Qin Qi.

He said to the girl who just turned eighteen, “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

He Dongzhou hung up the phone.

After sobering up, he sent the girl a skirt to celebrate her coming of age.