Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 98

"Little...Yi..."

I forced a smile at her: "I'm fine, go and fetch Old Hu."

"Yes, find Old Man Hu, Mother's going right away." She ran out in a panic, abandoning her usually proud composure.

Zimo put me on the bed.

Xiao Cao watched me from the side, expressionless. I've really failed in raising this girl. Chou Qian, you have to compensate me for my emotional distress.

"It's all my fault, Eleven."

"What's it to you? This day was bound to come sooner or later. If it wasn't him, it would have been someone else. Luckily it was him, I can handle it."

"Hurry up, Xiao Yi is injured!" Mother called anxiously to Old Man Hu.

Old Hu walked in unhurriedly, his beard scraggly: "Don't worry, it's just a superficial injury, you won't die. You'll be bouncing around again in a couple of days."

With red eyes, the mother had no mood to argue with him: "You should take a look at him, this child..." The mother choked up and was speechless, silently shedding tears.

I am her only one. Everyone else in this world can forget me, but she won't, and she never will. I can easily make her cry, make her laugh, and easily destroy her only support.

You could say I am her faith. How could I not live happily, with someone who loves me always behind me, praying for me all the time?

"You old geezer, if you don't come over soon, I'm really going to die!"

Upon hearing this, her mother's eyes reddened even more.

Oh no, I've triggered something I shouldn't have.

Zi Mo frowned: "Dr. Hu, Eleven, he..."

"Stop yelling, I'll check right now, okay?" Old Hu tried to lift my clothes.

Zi Mo tried to stop him, but Old Hu glared at him and said, "Kid, this girl has been working for me since she was six. You're ten years too late."

Zi Mo moved her hand away, looking embarrassed.

You, surnamed Hu, dare to bully my Zimo?

"Girl, if you glare at me again, you'll be in trouble when you take your medicine."

"Who said that? There's also Chou Qian." The medicinal food I had for lunch was very sweet. The old man put down his hand that was checking my wound and asked curiously, "Sikong Qian?"

"Nonsense, if they wiped out the entire East, who would dare use that name?" "They've applied for a patent."

Zi Mo and his mother, their faces grim, spoke at the same time: "No talking."

"You're not allowed to log on to QQ yet!" I obediently shut my mouth, and Old Man Hu, under pressure from my mother's stern face, didn't press the matter further.

"Apply some medicine and rest for a couple of days, and you'll be fine."

"It's that simple."

"You're making it too complicated, madam."

Ignoring Old Man Hu's teasing, Mother sat down next to me and asked, "How are you feeling?"

"It will hurt." "It will definitely hurt."

The mother immediately turned and glared at the quack doctor: "Think of a way to stop her from feeling pain."

"This..." Old Hu shrugged. "Too difficult."

Zi Mo said rationally, "Go to the medicine pavilion to get the medicinal herbs you need."

Old Hu smiled meaningfully at me and said, "Girl, don't forget my apprentice! I'm entrusting him to you."

At a time like this, you're still worried about your apprentice, or are you afraid of being killed by your idol!

Zi Mo took Old Hu downstairs.

The mother said sternly, "He hit you."

I nodded. "It's nothing, I can handle this minor injury."

"What right does he have to hit you? If I had known this would happen, I would have married you off to the Prince of Shouping's mansion. I'd like to see how many of him would dare to touch you then!"

"It's too late to say all this. I wonder how Wu Hui is doing over there. If he's doing well, maybe he can take me in."

Upon hearing this, the mother, her face still wet with tears, threatened: "If you dare go, I dare join the army."

"Stop bragging, nobody wants you."

“You…” Mother habitually raised her hand to hit me, but seeing my displeasure, she simply started crying again.

I'm speechless. Am I in pain or are you in pain? I haven't even cried yet.

How about we cry together?

[Main Text: Chapter Fifty-Six]

Zi Mo stayed by my side while I recovered from my injuries, shamelessly clamoring for attention outside, but no one paid any attention to him.

This time, Mother was determined to break off all ties with him.

Zi Mo was even more pretentious than him. He acted like an unfilial son, refusing to leave even if Zi Mo tore his throat out.