[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 2, Chapter 128)

Chapter 128 A Lonely Lover

She couldn't understand it for a moment, and shook her head, as if trying to dispel her worries. She frowned and said,

"You don't need to be so discouraged. There are plenty of beautiful women in the world, but not all of them will like Wuyue. In my

opinion, Xiaoqing has deep feelings for you. Auntie will arrange for your mother to marry her to you, how about that?"

Xiaojin winked playfully at her and laughed, "That's because Xiaoqing hasn't had much contact with

Brother . If he were to sweet-talk Xiaoqing, she'd be head over heels for him and immediately run far away from me!

Or, Madam, would you dare to bet with me?"

She sighed and said, "Xiaojin, you don't understand women. If a woman falls in love with a man, even if

that man wrongs her, she won't change her heart. How can she be so easily swayed?"

Xiaojin said, "I believe that, but it has to be a very deep love." Just like how my wife and second sister treated

Brother Wuyue. As for a girl like Xiaoqing, she's very pragmatic. Since my second sister came back, she's been pestering her all day about him

. If she could climb the social ladder, wouldn't she want to? As for me, she's just a second choice, haha!"

Seeing how confident he was, Murong Ziyan's confidence wavered. Losing the bet would be very embarrassing, and

she'd have to give Wuyue another concubine. It didn't seem worth it at all. She quickly changed the subject, saying, "I won't talk nonsense with you

anymore. You still haven't answered my question about Xiaoqing."

Xiaojin stared at her blankly and slowly said, "Madam, you know that in this life,

there is only... I won't trouble you, Madam."

Murong Ziyan couldn't bear his deep, affectionate eyes. She reached out and gently stroked his hair, softly saying:

"Didn't you already agree in my study last time that you'd completely given up on me? Why are you saying such nonsense again today

!"

Xiao Jin gently leaned into her arms and murmured, "If we can't be lovers, how about being my godmother?"

She was already experiencing some pregnancy symptoms, her maternal instincts were strong, and her breasts were swollen. His head nudged her breasts, making them even more

uncomfortable. She couldn't help but feel a surge of maternal love and was about to agree, but then she thought about it and decided not to leave him with

any lingering thoughts. 　　She slowly shook her head and said, "No, you should focus on your studies!" She gently pushed walked

into Yanxia's bedroom .

********** ... Looking at her radiant, youthful smile, Wu Yue was momentarily disoriented. Suddenly, he felt someone grab his hand and heard someone say, "Big sister, please, have mercy..." 　　He turned around and saw a dirty little child, about eight or nine years old, kneeling on the sidewalk with tears in his eyes . Beside him was a straw mat wrapped around something, and in front of him was a card weighed down by pebbles. He went closer to look and saw the four large characters "Selling myself to bury my father" written on it, followed by two lines of smaller characters: "I fled here during the famine. My father died of hunger and cold. If a kind person will pay for my father's burial, I am willing to be a slave for life." 　　When the child saw him stop, he released his hand, leaving it covered in filth. He wasn't offended, and squatted down gently, saying, "Little brother, is your father in the straw mat?" 　　The child looked at him with a sorrowful expression and nodded, tears streaming down his face, leaving streaks of dirt and making him look like a big, dirty mess. His eyes also reddened, and he couldn't help but think of Xiaoyu, who was equally dirty and still missing. Out of love for the child, he felt a surge of pity for the homeless beggar . 　　He was an orphan himself, as were the girls he was closest to. He always had deep sympathy for orphans wandering the streets, and couldn't help but turn to say, "Sister Zhirong, this child is so pitiful, let's help him?" 　　Yan Zhirong sighed and said, "Over the years, I've traveled the world, witnessing natural disasters, man-made calamities, and wars. Starving corpses are everywhere , and many families of refugees have starved to death on the roadside. I've seen too many of these situations. Can you help them all ? Besides, right now, you yourself... you can't even take care of yourself." 　　He resolutely said, "Other things are fine, but seeing this child so pitiful, and having come to me, how bear to abandon him?" 　　Yan Zhirong nodded obediently and said softly, "Alright then!" 　　Neither of them had experienced such a thing before and didn't know how to handle it. She returned to the inn and summoned her two accompanying protectors. After explaining the situation, she asked them to handle the matter. These two middle-aged men in gray were efficient They immediately split up and went to various shops to prepare a coffin, a mourning tent, and wreaths. As the saying goes, money makes the world go round, and in less than half an hour, everything was in place. They even found a Taoist priest to summon the soul of the deceased. 　　After the ritual, the child paid respects to his deceased father in the makeshift mourning tent. A group of hired helpers loaded the coffin onto a large cart, and with suona horns playing mournful music, the cart wound its way to the outskirts of town. The Taoist priest had already chosen a scenic spot, where they dug a pit, buried 　　the child, and erected a tombstone. As the coffin was lowered into the ground, the child lay on top of it and burst into tears! How many times in life can one experience such a separation of life and ? Each separation leaves a wounded heart in the world. Wiping away the tears, one embarks on a completely unfamiliar path in life, with an uncertain future and no one to rely on. No matter how many hardships and dangers there are, one can only face them alone. 　　This is the unbearable lightness of being. The heart-wrenching cries brought tears to Wuyue's eyes. His father had died tragically by the Wuding River, and although he had searched for his father's burial place many times, he still couldn't find it! His later life experiences taught him how different the personalities of children with and without fathers could be! He learned how to protect himself and how to speak to please others, which might be helpful for his future life, but who knew the wounds in his heart? 　　The child knelt before the tombstone, staring blankly at the lonely mound of yellow earth for a long, long time. The sorrow in his eyes was so deep . The only person he depended on for survival was gone, sleeping alone under this mound of yellow earth. He would also be alone, with no future in sight... 　　Wuyue wiped her eyes, knelt down beside the child, and sighed, "What do you plan to do now? Do you have anywhere to go?" 　　The child shook his head sadly, then said resolutely, "I promised. Now that Miss has buried my father, I will follow my master and be her slave for life."

Wuyue thought of Beifeng; wasn't she also a slave for life? Her self-conscious eyes always pained him. He

said gently, "I'm helping you purely out of pity. You don't have to be a slave… Take care, I'm leaving."

He patted the child's shoulder, stood up to leave. It wasn't that he didn't want to take the child in, but he

was also on the run, constantly in danger. Taking a child with him would be inconvenient and might even implicate him.

The child gripped his hand tightly, shaking her head, her eyes pleading. It seemed the child truly had nowhere else to

go. He hesitated for a long time, then said gently, "If you really want to come with me, you can, but I'm not your

master. Just be your big sister, okay?"

In front of so many people, he almost let slip the truth.

The child nodded, then shook her head. He frowned. What did this child mean? He sighed and said, "I should

go back now. If you can't bear to leave your father, stay a little longer. You can come find me at room

number five ."

The child stared at the tombstone, his eyes full of longing and reluctance. Then he turned to look at him nervously, looking like he was in a

dilemma. He gently pried open the child's dirty hands and sighed, "In that case, I'll wait for you

a little longer ."

The people he had hired to help had all dispersed, and the small figure by the lonely grave looked so desolate and forlorn, the gradually

lowering sobs so sorrowful and helpless. He felt

a pang of sympathy for the child. If it hadn't been for Sister Beifeng who had taken him in, his fate might have been even worse than this child's. He let out a long sigh, turned around, and smiled apologetically, "

Sister , I'm doing good deeds here, but it's you who

's putting in so much effort. I'm truly sorry!" Yan Zhirong smiled gently, "Why should we be so formal? Besides, doing some good deeds feels really good!"

Wuyue tightened his grip on her soft hand, deeply moved. What a beautiful and gentle girl! The girls raised by the Li family's

precepts were indeed extraordinary!

More than an hour later, seeing that the child's voice was hoarse from crying, he went over, took the child's dirty little hand,

and whispered, "Come on, you can come back to see your father anytime you want."

The child finally obediently followed him, but his face was full of sorrow, muttering to himself, seemingly muttering something unintelligible

. He kept looking back as he walked, a sight that brought tears to anyone's eyes

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