Chapter 46: You Are My Personal Punching Bag

“He’s my son.”

Shen Qianshu stumped while arguing.

“If he is not a bastard child, where is his father?” Fang Xia said sharply. “Since he has fallen ill, where is his father? You should go and beg him. Or what? Did you do something shameful?”

“Mom, I did not.”

“Still dare to deny? Then how did the child come about?”

Shen Lin appeased Fang Xia and at the same time, said, “Mom, don’t be angry anymore. Little Sis is still young, and she went through a lot too. Back then, she was carrying a huge belly and working odd jobs outside, but she never once came back home for help. It might be because of…”

“Carrying a huge belly? You…” Fang Xia was furious. “Xiao Lin, you knew of this long ago?”

Shen Qianshu was puzzled too. How did Shen Lin know what happened when she was pregnant?

“It is because… Brother Xuan saw her by chance, she was carrying a huge belly and working.” Shen Lin paused as if she was put in a very difficult position. “I felt that Little Sis must have had her difficulties. She was still so young then, so she might have been scared that Dad and Mom would scold her. Thus, I chose to help her keep the secret.”

Shen Qianshu’s face turned pale, Lin Xuan…

Yes, back when she was nine months pregnant and working in the restaurant, she met Lin Xuan, her childhood lover. He gazed at her as if she was a piece of rubbish, and he vowed never to see her again. She never expected Lin Xuan to tell Shen Lin that he met her.

Three years ago, Shen Lin and Lin Xuan got together and became a couple that everyone admired.

They were an ideal couple, a match made in heaven.

Back when Shen Qianshu was bullied by Shen Lin, the boy that defended her, consoled her, and hit Shen Lin for her died as the years went by.

“Ridiculous!” Sheng Xiong scolded harshly. “This bastard child, just let him die. You will not have a good life if you bring him up. It will also be easier for you if he dies.”

In the hospital, there was no hope at all.

Shen Qianshu was heartbroken and felt beyond hopeless. Shen Lin pretended to be kind, but she had evil intentions. Her parents’ insults were like knives piercing through her heart, but Qianshu did not care anymore. She only wanted to save Tong Hua. She knelt down in the hospital’s long corridor, hugging both Fang Xia’s and Sheng Xiong’s legs.

In a state of half-consciousness, Tong Hua peeked through the glass on the door and saw Shen Qianshu kneeling on the floor pathetically.

His small little face was filled with tears.

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“Dad, Mom, you guys can hit or scold me however you like. But please, I beg you guys to save Tong Hua. I will return back the money!”

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Shen Qianshu fell too deep in her memory that she was unable to free herself, and her tears were flowing endlessly down her face. It seemed like there was someone beside calling her, but her head felt too heavy, and she could not wake up no matter how. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her face, and Shen Qianshu opened her eyes.

Under the dim light, Ye Ling’s face was blurry and unclear. He tugged on her shirt collar and pulled her up. His face was dark and fierce. “Who bullied you?”

She was still traveling back and forth between her dreams and reality, and she was a little dazed.

“Speak!” Ye Ling bellowed.

Who bullied her, that she could cry so pitifully even in her dreams?

Shen Qianshu wiped her face, and it was all tears.

She cried?

Yes, back then when she was begging them on her knees, she cried that badly too.

If you had come to find us earlier, we might not have died.

Why did you… arrive so late?

“Shen Qianshu, are you deaf? I am asking you a question!”

Beside her ear, she could hear a man bellowing.

Shen Qianshu’s face turned pale and slightly clutched onto his sleeves. “What would you do if someone bullies me?”

“Kill him.” Ye Ling crudely answered. Before Shen Qianshu had the chance to feel touched, Ye Ling said bossily, “Only I can bully you. You are my personal punching bag.”

Shen Qianshu was speechless.

There was still such a thing as a personal punching bag?

Actually, he was right. Seven years ago when she took care of him, she was already his personal punching bag.

So bossy!