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[Volume 2: Passionate Maple Leaves] Chapter 3: I Saw It All (6)

A faint soreness accompanied by a general weakness. Even though she wanted to sneak away while no one else was awake, Old Li's hand had just passed under her neck and was now half-bent over, holding her breasts and placing them on her tender chest. Wei Hong had no choice but to give up her idea of sneaking away.

In just a short while, in her dazed state, that damned Old Li took advantage of the opportunity to make everything go out of control!

Yes, when she came back to her senses from her brief daze, she was not only pinned down on the bed by Old Li, but he was also kissing and touching her like a mad bull.

Pushing, when such a strong and powerful man was pressing her down so hard, she had no strength to push his hands away. She tried to dissuade him, even shouting to stop him, but no matter how much the man struggled, his large mouth remained firmly shut over her wide-open lips.

Finally…

this… this could be considered being… forced… by the man still holding her in his arms!

The first time he forcibly inserted his… his… into her body, the nature of it was undeniable, but when he comforted her, cried, and cursed her, and then secretly used what was still inside her… for the second and third time, she… sigh

! Was she even considered to have been… forced… by a man in that state?

Sigh! What's most infuriating is that when he pulled and helped her onto his back, and they started the third time, that damned woman, Juanzi! She actually came!

That damned woman! She…

she! Now she's lying on the other side of this equally damned man! Look at that damned woman now! She'd been tormented by that damned man for half the night, and not only was she fast asleep, but she was also clinging to the neck of the man who was practically killing her. Even more shameless, she... she even had one leg straddling his lower body!

"You're awake?"

A man's gentle voice reached the woman's ear as she stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Her body trembled, and whether it was self-deception or not, the woman abruptly closed her eyes, becoming stiff and motionless, truly appearing to be asleep.

Without saying anything further, Old Li turned his head and gently kissed Wei Hong's forehead. Then, he gently withdrew his hand from under the other woman's body, pulled the blanket that only covered the knees of all three women, and covered them all. His hand, which had been resting on Wei Hong, moved slightly, softly stroking her upper arm.

Perhaps it was because she closed her eyes, or perhaps it was because the thin blanket covered her previously exposed body, or perhaps it was Old Li's gentle touch, but Wei Hong's previously firm body gradually regained its elasticity as it relaxed.

"Oh... what time is it?"

Juanzi, still sleepy, sat up and yawned, asking Old Li who was looking at her.

"It's about five o'clock." Old Li

casually pulled Juanzi, who was sitting up, into his arms and glanced at the sky outside the window as he answered.

"Only five o'clock! Then I'll sleep a little longer."

Juanzi said with a little surprise, gently turning her head from side to side in Old Li's arms to find a comfortable position to rest her head on.

"Okay, you sleep, I'll wake you up in a bit."

Old Li gently patted Juanzi's smooth back and adjusted his position.

"Mmm."

As Old Li adjusted his position, Juanzi responded with her eyes closed, and also moved the leg that was resting on Old Li's arms up a little more.

"Hey, has Sister Hong woken up yet?"

Old Li had just closed his eyes to rest when Juanzi, seemingly remembering something important, abruptly sat up from his embrace, pushing him away while whispering in his ear.

Looking at the anxious and suspicious woman before him, Old Li chuckled and pulled her back into his arms, stroking her soft hair as he said, "Little Hong hasn't woken up yet. You should sleep for a while."

Juanzi twisted away from Old Li's gentle touch on her hair, then looked up at him with a playful expression, saying, "Hey, Old Li, what do you think will happen if Sister Hong wakes up? Do you think she'll get angry and…"

She trailed off mid-sentence. The playful amusement she had been showing had completely transformed into an expression of anticipation for a good show. At the same time, the leg that had been resting on Old Li's lower abdomen shifted down slightly, touching the slightly erect penis between his legs. Her expression of amusement intensified, and she continued from where she left off, "Hehe...you know, Sister Hong has such a fiery temper, and you treated her like that last night. If she wakes up later, won't she throw a tantrum and rip your 'troublesome thing' off?"

"Hehe... I'm telling you, Juanzi, if your sister Hong gets angry, I'll let her do whatever she wants with me. But you, Juanzi, you tormented your sister Hong like that last night, aren't you afraid she'll come after you later?"

Old Li could sense that Wei Hong had started to stiffen up again after hearing Juanzi's voice with her eyes closed, and now that Juanzi had brought the topic to her, she was even breathing rapidly. So, while sensing Wei Hong's emotional change, Old Li took the initiative to express his own opinion and then steered the conversation towards Juanzi.

"Tch—I wasn't trying to torment Sister Hong! I just noticed that she was a little reserved when she saw me, so I was just helping her relax a bit. It's you, you're the real troublemaker!"

Juanzi curled her lips disdainfully, and while emphasizing Old Li's mistake, she rubbed and squeezed the back of her leg, which was touching Old Li's early morning erection.

Juanzi's gentle, moderate pressure against the back of his legs gave Old Li a very comfortable feeling in his early morning erection. However, what Juanzi said at the same time also deeply touched him. Yes, he could never control what he should have controlled most! This was something that made him want to slap himself whenever he thought about it!

Seeing the smile on Old Li's lips vanish as soon as she spoke, and the somewhat heart-wrenching heaviness that followed, Juanzi's mood also became much heavier.

Reaching out to stroke Old Li's face, now devoid of its smile, Juanzi nestled into his arms and said, "Old Li, I don't know what Sister Hong thinks about what happened tonight, but I never imagined our relationship would come to this. Now that things are like this, I've thought a lot about it. I feel that the most difficult thing for me right now is whether or not to get a divorce, not regretting how things have come to this. Actually, between you and her, and between you and Sister Hong and the others, we've kept many feelings hidden all these years, never having had a chance to express them. Old Li, you know..." "I know my relationship with Lao Wang has been alright after all these years of marriage, but now I know even more clearly that I've always kept you in my heart. I regret having this kind of relationship with you, and I can't bring myself to ask Lao Wang for a divorce. So I'm not going to think about it anymore, because I'm too annoyed to bear it. Right now, I just want to sleep in the same bed with you, because I don't know when I'll have this chance again. So Lao Li, please don't think about anything else, okay? Let's just stay together one day at a time, okay?"

Looking at Juanzi, whose voice had unconsciously risen in excitement, Lao Li's heart was deeply stirred by her words.

Whether to be together or not, when such feelings are now out in the open, no one will easily make a final choice. But even though they've slept together in this ambiguous way, in Lao Li's heart, a man with strong traditional values, there's no sense of smugness or pride in having an affair with someone else's wife. On the contrary, the thought of Juanzi going home, with her husband's bed still there, makes him feel restless, like flies buzzing around his mind. Deep down

, he desperately wants Juanzi to go and get a divorce immediately, but as Juanzi just said, not only is it difficult for her to go home and bring up divorce, but Lao Li himself can't let his own restless mind prevent him from considering Juanzi's feelings and urging her to get a divorce right away. Old Li couldn't think of anything else to do

...

because Juanzi, who had poured her heart out, was already putting into practice what she meant by "taking each day as it comes." That meant that when they were together, they couldn't waste time talking. Specifically, regardless of Old Li's expression, Juanzi would hug his neck with one hand and kiss him passionately, while using her other hand to gently massage and caress his sluggish morning erection...

In her more than twenty years of nursing work, Wei Hong made a mistake when delivering medication to a patient. Fortunately, as she hung the bottle on the IV stand, her years of professional habit led her to double-check the prescription; otherwise, a medical accident would have been inevitable.

Knowing that her somewhat absent-minded state was unsuitable for continuing to work, Wei Hong decisively went to the nursing office and, citing illness, requested two days off to clear her mind. Meanwhile, Old Li, who was in high spirits and had Wei Hong on edge, was attending a pre-tournament mobilization meeting at the Municipal Education Bureau with Xie Xin and Coach Mi, representing the Jiangzhong City Middle School Basketball Tournament.

As the provincial capital, Jiangzhong City's Education Bureau was sending four middle school teams: one boys' team representing Jiangzhong City's directly affiliated middle schools, and one boys' team representing the districts and counties under Jiangzhong City's jurisdiction. The theme of the mobilization meeting was clear: these four teams were required to demonstrate style and skill in the competition. The meeting subtly emphasized, using somewhat unclear quantitative indicators, that as representatives of the provincial capital's middle school teams, they should at least reach the finals!

Historically, the basketball level of Jiangzhong City's middle school students (including adults) had only been slightly above average in the province, so their previous goals had always revolved around securing a top-eight finish and striving for a top-four position. At the mobilization and preparation meeting that had just concluded, the traditional goal of securing a top-eight finish and striving for a top-four position was not mentioned at all. However, Fang Jing, the vice mayor in charge of education, did mention a goal that wasn't explicitly stated at the end of her speech: "I hope to see a representative team from Jiangzhong City in the finals."

Neither Lao Li nor Xie Xin had led a team in the provincial middle school basketball tournament before, but through some video footage, they had a relatively comprehensive understanding of the actual level of middle school basketball across the province. In short, even though the level of middle school basketball in Jiangzhong City had improved significantly in recent years, it still lagged behind the provincial average.

Vice Mayor Fang hoped that a team from their city would reach the finals. Lao Li and Xie Xin were both newcomers leading a team in their first competition, so while they felt some pressure, they didn't take it too seriously. However, for Coach Mi Fengying, who had already led a team in such competitions before, the pressure was much greater.

This is understandable. If the No. 33 Middle School girls' basketball team, as one of the representative teams, achieves good results in this competition, it's fine. But if the results are not ideal, the discussion will focus on the fact that head coach Xie Xin is a novice, and there won't be much criticism. However, the focus of public opinion will shift to fellow coach Mi Fengying, since you have always represented the highest level of coaching in Jiangzhong City's middle school girls' basketball team!

"Xiao Xie, what do you think of the competition goals that Mayor Fang set for us?"

Sitting in Coach Mi's Chery, Lao Li asked Xie Xin, who was sitting next to him.

"I think as long as our players can fight hard, making it to the finals is no problem!"

Looking at Lao Li, Xie Xin hesitated for a moment before answering confidently.

"Hmm, I agree with you. But these days, those girls in our team have been holding back too much energy. I'm a little worried that they'll go all out as soon as they step onto the court and exhaust their strength too early."

Agreeing with Xie Xin's judgment, Lao Li also expressed his concerns.

"I'm not worried about that, because you personally oversaw the physical training of these girls, Lao Li. I think you'll definitely have a way to balance their energy distribution during the competition."

Before Xie Xin could speak, Mi Fengying, who was driving, interjected.

"As long as the energy distribution follows the established plan, it's fine. What I'm worried about is that the girls in our team are too eager to compete. If they can't control their emotions, even the most meticulous energy distribution plan will be wasted!"

Speaking of worries, Xie Xin was more concerned about the girls' wolfish mentality.

"Hehe, I say, Xiao Xie, you don't need to worry about this at all. Don't you see that the person our team's girls trust the most is Principal Li? I dare say, as long as Principal Li gives them some psychological counseling, it will definitely be twice as effective!"

Originally the one bearing the most pressure, Coach Mi suddenly found herself the least burdened when Lao Li and Xie Xin both expressed their concerns.

"Who says otherwise! Our Principal Li is no stranger to psychological counseling. Even if those young girls have some serious problems, as long as they hand them over, Principal Li can handle them with ease!"

Was she praising Old Li? Xie Xin's drawn-out tone didn't sound good at all.

"Coach Mi, take me back to the hospital. They said I have another test to do later."

Old Li's excuse wasn't very good; he just wanted to temporarily escape Xie Xin's resentment.

The car stopped in a parking space in front of the hospital. Before even getting out, Old Li followed Xie Xin's meaningful gaze and saw Fei'er's mother, his mother-in-law, pacing gracefully back and forth in front of the hospital, phone in hand.

Old Li's head was throbbing. Xie Xin's resentment stemmed from Coach Mi's constant presence around her, leaving Old Li no opportunity to communicate with her. But all of that paled in comparison to the omnipresent pressure and frustration brought by Fei'er's mother's silent presence.

It's fair to say that Lao Li knew he'd have plenty of opportunities to make amends to Xie Xin's seemingly pleading complaints. However, Fei'er's mother's constant presence left him with no room to maneuver. But even if Lao Li was terrified of Fei'er's mother, what could he do but plead with her, "Give me some freedom?"

Fei'er had subtly mentioned to Xie Xin that her mother knew about her relationship with Lao Li, and frankly, Xie Xin was deeply worried. A relationship like Fei'er and Lao Li's wouldn't be easily accepted in any family.

But what surprised Xie Xin even more was that Fei'er's mother didn't react as strongly as she expected. Instead, Fei'er's mother even took the initiative to care for Lao Li after he was injured and hospitalized! This was the intention Xie Xin most wanted to understand.

After trying several hypotheses and guesses without finding a convincing reason, Xie Xin completely gave up on her idea of what Fei'er's mother was doing. Because of this, she thought of taking advantage of Fei'er's mother's current attitude and doing her best to encourage Lao Li and Fei'er, at least to make Fei'er's mother feel a little better.

With this in mind, Xie Xin always greeted Fei'er's mother warmly when she saw her, and this time was no exception.

After Xie Xin and Coach Mi got into the car and left after being very enthusiastic with Fei'er's mother, Lao Li, who was actually quite embarrassed, stood in front of Fei'er's mother and didn't know what to say.

"When your school goes to the competition, will you go to the venue?"

Fei'er's mother asked Lao Li, who was still expressionless.

"Yes, I will go."

Lao Li didn't know why Fei'er's mother asked this, but he still answered honestly.

"Then go get a full check-up first."

With that, Fei'er's mother turned around and walked into the hospital.

[Volume 2: Passionate Maple Leaves] Chapter 3: I saw it (7)

Xiao Zhu's third aunt and Fei'er's mother walked in front, and Lao Li, who was weak and listless, followed behind the two women. On the left, a nurse's skirt suit; on the right, casual yet tight-fitting trousers. Both women possessed equally mature, without a trace of bulkiness in their waists. With almost identical rhythmic steps, and each light stride, a mature woman's charm emanated from them. With each gentle sway of their hips, their full, round buttocks swayed, magnifying in Old Li's unblinking eyes with each movement… Dazzled by the magnified

buttocks before him, Old Li, unaware of the hard corner of the wall at the corner of the corridor, pressed his forehead against it. Gripping a sharp breath, Old Li clutched his forehead, which had just met the hard wall, and nearly spun around in place, seeing stars.

"Oh! Old Li! What happened? Are you alright?"

Startled by the loud noise behind him, Xiao Zhu's third aunt turned around first to check on him, supporting his arm as she asked with concern.

"No...it's nothing, it's...it was an accident...I bumped into something."

Ouch! And dizziness too, but Old Li still managed to give a brief explanation.

"Bumped, bumped into something! Where did you bump into something? How did you bump into something? Come here and let me see! Look at you, a grown man! How could you bump into yourself while walking? What were you thinking, you..."

According to incomplete statistics from the North District Orthopedic Hospital, Xiao Zhu's third aunt's speech frequency and speed are top-notch. Sure enough, when she genuinely cared for Old Li, not only Old Li, but also Fei'er's mother, who also came to Old Li's side to express her concern, truly experienced what top-notch speech speed and frequency meant in less than ten seconds.

"Ah—"

Xiaozhu's third aunt exclaimed in surprise, as she quickly and forcefully moved Old Li's hand away from his forehead, looking at the prominent wound on his forehead.

"How...how did you get hurt like this?"

The orthopedic nurse, who had seen countless bloody scenes, felt an overwhelming pang of heartache upon seeing even a small but noticeable injury on someone she cared about.

She wanted to touch it, but was afraid of hurting him, and dared not. But not touching it felt like touching her own heart, making her unable to relax. Heartbroken and hesitant, Xiaozhu's third aunt helped Old Li to a chair in the corridor, half-squatting beside him, somewhat at a loss. She

no longer cared how Old Li had gotten hurt, and as for Fei'er's mother, now seeing Old Li's injury, she had no interest in asking that question either.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Is something wrong?"

Under the intense scrutiny of the two women, Old Li, oblivious to the twinkling stars in his eyes, shook his head, assuring them that he was alright.

"Really alright?"

Xiao Zhu's third aunt spoke quickly, but Fei'er's mother chose a better time to speak, asking Old Li, who had already indicated he was fine, before asking.

"Yeah! I'm really fine, it was just a bump!"

he emphasized nonchalantly, and to make it more convincing, Old Li shook his head vigorously, not exaggerating but obviously so.

"Alright, you're alright, let's continue with the checkup."

The third aunt and Fei'er's mother exchanged glances, and Fei'er's mother suggested continuing with the checkup, thus putting the recent accident behind them behind.

"This... isn't this the outpatient department?"

Following behind the two women, but no longer daring to let their backsides circle in front of him, Old Li, after a series of turns, found himself and the two women had ended up in the hospital's outpatient department.

With an acquaintance, even the registration process was skipped. Old Li, full of doubt, was pushed and pulled into the clinic by Xiao Zhu's third aunt.

"Old Li! You haven't gone crazy with boredom and gotten into another fight, have you?"

The bruise on his forehead was too conspicuous. Dr. Sun, the "fox" doctor who was seeing patients in the clinic, immediately pointed at Old Li's forehead and exclaimed loudly upon seeing him being pushed in by Xiao Zhu's third aunt.

Women are naturally prone to overreacting, but men need to remain calm and composed! So Old Li calmly said to Dr. Sun, "I accidentally bumped into something just now, Dr. Sun, is it alright?"

"Bump...bumped into something, Old Li, you mean you accidentally bumped into something here?"

A large, completely swollen bump was on his forehead. Even with Dr. Sun's years of experience and expertise, she couldn't help but ask Old Li for confirmation again.

"Oh! You can get this badly injured just from touching yourself! No wonder you're even more heartless towards others!"

Before Old Li could answer Dr. Sun's question, Dr. Zhang, who seemed to have come from nowhere and couldn't stand Old Li, interrupted sarcastically.

"Dr. Zhang, hand me that sterilization box."

Usually, Dr. Zhang would spit on Old Li and make him miserable, while Dr. Sun would just stand by and watch. But today, with Fei'er's mother present, Dr. Sun gave Dr. Zhang a hint in a different way.

Fei'er's mother was standing by the sterilization cabinet. Dr. Zhang, who was about to say something, swallowed his words and silently went to the sterilization cabinet to retrieve the sterilization box. Dr. Zhang, holding the sterilization box, immediately began treating Old Li's injury. Both Dr. Zhang and Dr. Sun were doctors, so Dr. Sun, not wanting to interfere further, stepped back to observe.

For bruises and swelling, a simple treatment like applying anti-inflammatory and bruise-reducing medication was usually sufficient; whether or not to bandage was not a major concern.

Dr. Zhang's treatment of the swelling and bruise was quite standard in the previous stage, but when faced with the choice of bandaging or not, he not only unhesitatingly chose to bandage Old Li, but he also did so in a quick and stylish manner.

"Pfft..."

Dr. Sun was the first to burst out laughing. Then Xiao Zhu's third aunt laughed, and Fei'er's mother could no longer suppress her laughter and turned her face away. "Pfft... Hehe..."

The last one to laugh was Dr. Zhang, the one who had created this masterpiece. Yes, looking at Old Li, whose head was half-wrapped in a roll of gauze, covering half his eyes, making him look like a classic one-eyed pirate, Dr. Zhang laughed a little embarrassedly.

"When did you offend Dr. Zhang?"

Seeing Old Li enter the ward like a well-behaved child and sit obediently on the bed, and then follow him in, Fei'er's mother, who had been staring at him ever since, asked him in a measured tone.

"This..."

Old Li scratched his head awkwardly, looking like he didn't know how to explain.

Looking more closely at the troubled Old Li, Fei'er's mother continued in her measured tone, "Is there something you can't say?"

"No...nothing...I just don't know where to begin."

Fei'er's mother's eyes were bright when she looked at someone seriously, and Old Li, once under her bright gaze, would stammer and struggle to speak clearly, even about something as simple as this.

"That's alright, just start talking about whatever comes to mind."

Fei'er's mother poured herself a glass of water, holding it with an air of elegance, and then her bright eyes turned to Old Li's face, giving him ample space to begin his narration.

For the first time, Old Li's initially evasive gaze met Fei'er's mother's bright eyes for less than two seconds before he looked away. He scratched his head and began to talk about the grudge he had with Dr. Zhang, a grudge that had somehow developed.

Zhang Huan was Dr. Zhang's older sister. When she met Old Li, his wife, Ya Rong, had already been abroad for four years. Dr. Sun, who often saw Old Li's daughter, Xiao Zhu, at the hospital, initially felt pity for the little girl being abandoned by her mother. Later, after spending more time with Old Li, out of resentment towards Xiao Zhu's mother, she arranged to introduce her to Old Li, who had also been divorced for just over a year.

After his wife left him and their daughter overseas, Old Li didn't suffer from the emotional trauma of being "once bitten, twice shy." At that time, Old Li's entire focus was on his son and daughter, so he didn't develop feelings for Zhang Huan, whom the kind-hearted Dr. Sun had introduced him to.

However, Old Li was a bit of a stickler for propriety. He thought, "If Zhang Huan hasn't won me over, why not just be upfront about it? I'm an older man, why not?" He was always there for her, never late, and always there for her, rain or shine.

While Old Li didn't think much of it, Zhang Huan took it seriously.

As adults, she genuinely developed feelings for Old Li, and a year after they met, Zhang Huan openly and honestly revealed her feelings to him.

Zhang Huan's feelings were genuine, and Lao Li had to admit that. However, Lao Li himself hadn't yet felt it. But if he didn't feel it, that was fine. Faced with Zhang Huan's confession, Lao Li, who had been reserved for over a year, suddenly became decisive.

So, despite being afraid of hurting Zhang Huan, Lao Li very sincerely and politely stated his decision, leaving Zhang Huan stunned.

Being able to openly express her feelings to Lao Li meant Zhang Huan wasn't someone who couldn't handle anything. Even if she was heartbroken, even if she was confused, even if tears were about to fall, she still decisively told Lao Li: "No, it's okay, I have things to do, I'll go first."

The sight of a woman's strong yet sorrowful back still brings tears to Lao Li's eyes, even now, when he talks about it.

Old Li seemed lost in thought, as if reminiscing. Fei'er's mother didn't immediately disturb him. When she saw the tears welling up in Old Li's eyes, she asked softly, "So, Dr. Zhang started targeting you because of what happened between you and her sister?"

The heartbroken sister hadn't recovered for several days after returning home. Although Dr. Zhang had been quite indignant and had scolded Old Li in front of her sister many times during those days, she knew that matters of the heart couldn't be forced. Even though Dr. Zhang had inwardly cursed Old Li more than once for being blind and unable to recognize true talent, she hadn't reached the point where she would pick up a needle or awn and relentlessly attack him every time she saw him.

After Old Li and Zhang Huan had a clean break, he ran into an acquaintance while working at the adult education office.

During the year or so that Old Li had known Zhang Huan, he had initially offered to help her whenever she needed something. Later, Zhang Huan felt more at ease and started asking Lao Li to handle everything at home and outside.

Through these interactions, Lao Li quickly became acquainted with Zhang Huan's family:

her parents, her younger brother and sister-in-law, and the then-medical student, a future doctor named Zhang. Seeing Lao Li's easygoing and steady demeanor, they didn't discriminate and allowed Zhang Huan to spend time with him.

Lao Li and Zhang Huan interacted for over a year, and just when Zhang Huan's family thought Lao Li was becoming part of their family, he decisively ended things. Lao Li's actions left Zhang Huan's family somewhat resentful, though not fiercely opposed. Over time, their resentment faded.

Lao Li started working at the adult education admissions office, where one of his colleagues was Zhang Huan's sister-in-law, whose resentment towards him had already subsided.

The anger had already subsided considerably, and with continued interaction at work, Zhang Huan's sister-in-law not only let go of any lingering resentment she might have held towards Lao Li, but they also got along well at work.

Zhang Huan's strong yet sorrowful figure that day left Lao Li with a deep sense of guilt, which naturally led him to take care of Zhang Huan's sister-in-law in many ways.

The incident, in truth, wasn't a big deal. Zhang Huan's brother frequently traveled for work, and during one such trip of over ten days, his wife was hit by a car while picking up their child from kindergarten.

It just so happened that Lao Li happened to be passing by and witnessed the mother and child being hit. Even without Zhang Huan's past remorse, Lao Li certainly wouldn't have stood idly by if a colleague had encountered such a situation.

After taking the injured mother and child to the hospital and completing their emergency treatment, Lao Li promptly notified Zhang Huan and her family.

Zhang Huan's family was very grateful to Lao Li, but Lao Li, being the kind of person who couldn't stand being treated too politely, returned to the hospital the day after he left. The child's more serious injury had relapsed, and with Lao Li there, Zhang Huan's family, including her brother who had been notified the previous night and rushed back, were all busy with the child in the intensive care unit, leaving the less seriously injured mother alone.

The mother was extremely anxious about the child's relapse, but she couldn't leave on her own due to her injuries. Just then, Lao Li entered.

Without a word, the mother sat up in bed and asked Lao Li to help her to the ICU to see her child.

Old Li couldn't stop the bond between mother and child, so without any hesitation, he carefully helped the mother off the hospital bed and was about to escort her to the intensive care unit.

But just as Old Li was half-carrying, half-supporting the mother, her husband pushed open the door and walked in.

Most people wouldn't think much of this, but Zhang Huan's brother, while a good husband to his wife and children, can't resist his petty malice when other men are near her. Not only did

Lao Li get close to someone else's wife, but he also hugged and cuddled her. Is it that Lao Li didn't choose his time wisely, or does someone like him deserve to be in this mess?

He just showed up without any hesitation, asking for trouble!

Well, this petty brother of Zhang Huan's, whose wife Lao Li had casually mentioned a few times that he took care of her at work, had already caught his attention. Now, with his wife and children in trouble and this scene that only fueled his jealousy, things have escalated into an unmanageable mess.

Zhang Huan's petty-minded brother was taking his anger out on his wife. He might have wanted to hit Old Li, but he didn't have the guts. Once this situation arose, there was no way for anyone to back down.

Ultimately, in less than six months, Zhang Huan's petty-minded brother, who valued his reputation above all else, divorced his wife.

Not only did he kick his wife out of the house, but he also directed all his resentment at Zhang Huan. "Yes, if you hadn't brought that other man home, none of this would have happened!"

Zhang Huan worked on the railway, but not on a track-based job. After this incident, she not only applied to work on a train herself, but also got a dormitory at her workplace and rarely went home. And Zhang Huan's sister-in-law, with her child, left the Zhang family home without looking back.

The year the incident happened, Dr. Zhang, a recent graduate of medical school, had just started working at the hospital. And as soon as he stepped into the hospital, these things happened one after another. And in every single one of these incidents, Old Li was involved. So what would Dr. Zhang say to Old Li? Say: "Old Li, how are you?"

[Volume 2: Passionate Maple Leaves] Chapter 3: I Saw It All (8)

"Old Li, how did the examination go this afternoon?"

Old Li had just finished explaining the details of his feud with Dr. Zhang when Xiao Zhu's fourth aunt, Juanzi, came in. After greeting Fei'er's mother, she asked about Old Li's examination results at the hospital that afternoon.

"Yes, the examination this afternoon went very well. I think I can be discharged in a day or two."

With only a minor bone fracture, good physical condition, and timely treatment, Old Li really didn't want to stay in the hospital any longer. So when Juanzi asked about his examination results, Old Li also wanted to arrange his discharge.

“It’s the recovery period for the fracture now, so you can’t do strenuous exercise. If anything happens, it’ll be easier to get checked out at the hospital. Let’s stay a few more days; there’s no rush to discharge him.”

No sooner had Old Li finished speaking than Fei’er’s mother chimed in, her gentle conclusion effectively extinguishing any thoughts Old Li had just entertained.

“Yes, it takes a hundred days to recover from a bone fracture. Even if you’re recovering well, Old Li, you can’t be careless! I think you should wait until you’ve recovered further before being discharged.”

Juanzi wholeheartedly agreed with Fei’er’s mother’s arrangement for Old Li. However, while verbally agreeing, a thought unconsciously crossed her mind: Look at how Old Li’s mother-in-law treats him—like a mother caring for her son!

Heh, it’s no wonder Juanzi had such thoughts. To Fei’er’s mother, Old Li is practically a son, and even if he’s grown up, he still has to listen to his mother!

Old Li grew up with his grandfather. His parents' faces and voices were only distant, blurry images in his memory. Such a childhood memory would leave a slight, deep regret in anyone.

The love parents give their children is irreplaceable; it is unique.

Fei'er dedicated her life to a man who could be her father. No matter how difficult it was for Fei'er's mother to accept this reality, her care and protection for her pregnant daughter was stronger than ever before.

This extraordinary care and protection encompassed everything around her daughter. Thus, even Old Li, whom Fei'er's mother disliked intensely, was included in her sphere of care and protection.

Although this care and protection felt like being pricked by a thorn, deep down, Old Li seemed to anticipate this torment. Because within this seemingly thorny torment lies an indescribable maternal instinct, a deep-seated regret in Old Li's life, a regret that springs from the depths of his heart. Upon seeing Fei'er's mother, Old Li subconsciously feels the thorns and wants to escape, but if he were to actually run far away, he would be drawn back step by step by the regret in his heart to Fei'er's mother.

Is the torment of the thorns more intense, or the attraction of the regret, the pain of the thorns greater, or the sweet anticipation of being cleansed by the heart? Even if Old Li himself weighed them on a scale, he probably wouldn't be able to reach a conclusion.

Perhaps one explanation is plausible: everything originates from the heart.

Fei'er arrived; she brought dinner for Old Li and his mother, who was caring for him at the hospital. However, regardless of how happy Fei'er was to see Lao Li, or how excited Lao Li was to see Fei'er, with Fei'er's mother present, both Lao Li and Fei'er had to carefully suppress their overflowing emotions. A glance, a gesture—they communicated in a seemingly ordinary yet profound way.

The woman in the cheongsam had driven Fei'er there, but while Fei'er had come to deliver dinner, the woman had come to deliver a laptop to Fei'er's mother.

Having delivered everything, Fei'er and the woman in the cheongsam didn't linger and hurried away together.

"Go wash your hands,"

Fei'er's mother said to Lao Li without looking up as she set out the dinner.

"Okay,"

Lao Li replied, getting up to go to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Drinking soup before meals was a rule Fei'er's mother had established for Lao Li's family after arriving, taking the initiative, because Lao Li's family were native northerners, and traditionally, northerners always enjoyed soup last in their meals.

Seeing that Old Li, after washing his hands, habitually reached for his chopsticks instead of his soup spoon, Fei'er's mother instinctively pointed the chopsticks forward. For some time now, especially during Old Li's hospital stay, he had developed a conditioned reflex of being hit on the hand by the chopsticks while eating. So, Old Li's outstretched hand shifted, and he gripped the spoon handle instead.

One bowl was for Fei'er's mother, and the other was placed in front of him. While Old Li sipped his soup, Fei'er's mother served him rice and placed it in front of him.

Habits become natural. After dinner, Old Li and Fei'er's mother strolled almost side-by-side, without saying a word, along the path around the lawn outside the hospital ward.

The Jiangzhong City Workers' Gymnasium was the main stadium for the Qingjiang Provincial Middle School Basketball Tournament, primarily hosting the opening and closing ceremonies and the quarterfinal matches.

Today is not the opening day of the competition, but after all the teams have arrived and checked in, the organizers have convened a briefing here with all the team leaders and coaches.

The group stage schedule has been distributed to each team, and the group draw was completed this morning. The briefing was to inform each team that they would be taking their teams to their respective group stage venues to familiarize themselves with the training and match facilities, and to reiterate the rules and requirements for the competition to the players.

As the host city's representative team, the No. 33 Middle School team was seeded in Group F (the fifth group in this round of group stage draws). According to the competition rules, the top three teams from each of the five groups will directly advance to the Round of 16, while the three best third-placed teams from each group will also advance to the Round of 16.

The basketball gymnasium of the Fifth Middle School of Jiangzhong City is one of the best basketball gymnasiums in the entire Jiangzhong City. It is not only the venue for the No. 33 Middle School's group stage matches, but also the accommodation and meals for all the No. 33 Middle School personnel participating in the competition. This was Ya Rou's alma mater. Returning to her alma mater, she felt the warmth and familiarity of being back, and like an excited tour guide, she enthusiastically showed everyone around the campus, calling out "Coach!" to her teammates.

Among the middle schools in Jiangzhong City, No. 3 Middle School was considered to have the best academic standards, so students there tended to aim for top universities across the country. In contrast, No. 5 Middle School, with its distinctive educational approach and in-depth holistic education, stood shoulder-to-shoulder with No. 3 Middle School, becoming another towering institution in Jiangzhong City's secondary education system.

Standing on this campus, Principal Li truly understood why, even at its peak, No. 33 Middle School couldn't compare to No. 3 and No. 5 Middle Schools in people's minds.

Whether in terms of scale or cultural heritage, No. 33 Middle School lagged far behind those two schools in every aspect. To use a somewhat inappropriate analogy, No. 33 Middle School is one of the top schools among its less prestigious branches, while No. 3 and No. 5 Middle

Schools are already established within prestigious institutions, giving them the right to look on with a calm and collected demeanor. School size and campus culture are things that require time to accumulate and be passed down. Even after another ten or twenty years, No. 33 Middle School may not be able to surpass these two schools. Instead of completely changing its appearance to fit the prestigious institution, it's more practical to focus on making the less prestigious school even better.

Indeed, the struggle between the top and bottom ranks can easily lead to losing what is rightfully one's own. In this world, if everyone strives to be a general, many will be squeezed and end up with nothing.

Regardless of your position, give yourself a realistic positioning and a goal to move towards. Because the world is vast, the saying "the extent of our reach depends on the extent of our thoughts" requires careful consideration from each individual before making a decision.

Lacking ambition, Old Li felt even the school he managed was stagnating. With a slight smile and a shake of his head, he turned his somewhat wandering gaze back to Ya Rou, whose face still held a hint of excitement. Ya Rou, holding the hand of the dark-skinned girl, stood only two steps away, looking at him curiously.

"Hehe...it's you two! Why are you the only two here? Where did Coach Xie and the others go?"

With his gaze returning to his team, Old Li relaxed. Seeing his two teammates, he greeted them with a smile.

"Hmph! Coach Li! You're so undisciplined! We all followed the organizing committee, how come you sneaked off here all by yourself? And you're asking us what happened? Coach Xie was worried you'd get lost, so she sent us to find you!"

She had been enthusiastically introducing her alma mater to her teammates, but in the blink of an eye, she realized her team leader was missing! So Ya Rou, whose interest had been interrupted while she went out to look for someone, heard what Old Li said and began to scold him without any politeness.

"Hehe... It was wrong of the teacher to leave the group without permission, and the teacher now sincerely apologizes to you two."

Old Li, despite being scolded by Ya Rou, had a big smile on his face. He not only admitted his mistake verbally, but also smiled and solemnly put his hands at his sides, bowing to the two little girls two steps away, saying sorry one after another.

"Teacher Li...you...you...haha..."

They had seen Teacher Li's approachable nature many times, but today's Teacher Li, who had suddenly changed his attitude, really surprised the two little girls, and they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The two girls were laughing heartily, one doubled over with laughter, while the other, though trying hard to suppress it, couldn't help but chuckle. Old Li, having finished bowing and apologizing, smiled and walked over to them, saying, "I've already admitted my mistake. Would you two like to lead me to Coach Xie and the others?"

"Teacher Li... hehe... Coach Xie and the others are currently washing up in their assigned rooms. What do you mean by going there to find them now?" The

girl, panting, forced back her laughter, trying her best to maintain a serious expression as she questioned Old Li.

"Oh... I see! Then I'll go see Coach Xie and the others in a little while. But now, could you two tell me how to get back to our team's accommodation from here?"

Giving the girl a look of sudden understanding, Old Li quickly and humbly asked for her help.

Of course, at least half of what she meant by asking Lao Li for help wasn't a joke, because the campus of No. 5 Middle School was really quite large. If Lao Li were to find his way back from the high school campus to the junior high campus that the organizing committee had arranged for him and his group, it would actually take some effort.

"Alright then, I need to discuss something with Hei Ya'er (Hei Ya'er isn't just called Hei Ya'er because of her healthy dark skin; those who know her well also know that her nickname is Xiao Ya'er) and we'll be leaving in a bit."

Ya Rou gave Lao Li a deep look out of the corner of her eye, then quietly whispered in Hei Ya'er's ear.

In terms of physical age, Ya Rou was about the same age as Lao Li; at seventeen, she really was a little girl. Yet this little girl, standing over 1.9 meters tall, required Old Li to crane his neck to look her in the eye and speak to her. Her body, now significantly lighter, was more toned and upright than before, radiating a youthful energy that permeated her slender frame.

A glance from her revealed a girl's playful and uninhibited nature, never concealing her true feelings. But beneath that playfulness and uninhibitedness lay something else entirely. Although Old Li couldn't fully decipher its true meaning, it stirred something within him, causing his heart to skip a beat. His heart skipped a beat for no reason; even

at his age, Old Li felt a moment of distraction. When he regained his composure, Ya Rou, who had been whispering in the little girl's ear, said, "Let's go," and pulled her hand, leading the way.

In the vast campus of No. 5 Middle School, Old Li followed Ya Rou and the little girl along a tree-lined path. Elegant and tranquil—this feeling, even in a campus environment rarely disturbed by the outside world, is a rare and precious state of mind.

Passing through a round archway, several rows of three-story buildings in a Western style came into Old Li's view.

Each row of three-story buildings consisted of five units with small courtyards. When Ya Rou and Hei Ya Tou, who were in front, opened the courtyard door of the innermost unit on the west side of the front row, Old Li, who was following behind them, hesitated slightly as they entered the courtyard.

"Teacher Li, come in!"

As if knowing Old Li would hesitate upon arriving, Ya Rou reached out from the courtyard gate and pulled him inside.

"The environment here is really nice!"

The hesitation was outside, but once inside, Old Li looked around the courtyard and praised it.

"Tch—don't be so insincere! The environment here is much better than most places, but compared to someone's large detached house, this is nothing!"

Yuan Yuan, who had just come out of the Western-style building, heard Old Li's praise and, for some reason, felt annoyed, immediately launching into a sarcastic retort.

"Hehe...you little rascal! What's the point of comparing these things? Come on, let me show you around."

The little girls had suddenly thrown a tantrum; it was the result of excess energy accumulating within them that hadn't been fully released. Old Li, who understood the little girls' emotional fluctuations well, wouldn't argue with them. He went straight to Yuanyuan, affectionately ruffling her hair as he spoke to her.

The affectionate touch, now close, quietly melted away the prickliness in her agitated emotions. Yuanyuan smiled slightly embarrassedly, reached out and pulled Old Li's large hand, which was affectionately resting on her head, into her arms, and walked towards the building entrance with her arm around his. The building

was a three-story Western-style structure, with each floor exceeding 150 square meters. However, the interior of the room Yuanyuan led them into had a distinctly Chinese style.

Before Old Li could fully appreciate the nuances of the Chinese-style decor, half of the girls on the team had already gathered around him from various locations upstairs and downstairs.

The girls chattered amongst themselves, and Old Li, not wanting to interrupt their enthusiastic chatter, waited until their excitement subsided slightly before leading him on a tour of all the rooms. The

top floor, on the third floor, had only four rooms, the largest of which was nearly seventy or eighty square meters. Both in terms of decor and practical use, it was ideal for small gatherings.

"Yuanyuan, why aren't Coach Xie and the others here?"

While watching the other girls explore the rooms, Old Li finally had time to ask Yuanyuan, who was clinging tightly to his arm.

"Hehe... Teacher Li, you're really something! You sneaked out and then you just don't care about anything? We can't just ignore the organizing committee's rules and all run away from the accommodation, can we? Sister Xie and Coach Mi will stay at the accommodation and keep things going. We just came to check things out; some people will need to go back later." Taller

than Old Li, Yuan Yuan could not only whisper in his ear, but she also hugged his arm tightly, letting it rub against her comfortably.

On one side was Yuan Yuan's firm arm rubbing against his, and on the other side was the dark-skinned girl who hadn't spoken, nor was she pressed tightly against him, but was holding his hand. Hearing Yuan Yuan's reply, Old Li didn't say anything more, but gently and tenderly squeezed and kneaded Yuan Yuan's round, elastic belly with his large hand, which was held in Yuan Yuan's arms.

The warm hand, the man's intense breath so close to her nose, and the tenderness emanating from his upper body and lower abdomen—she couldn't suppress the emotions surging in her heart. Yuan Yuan quickly, almost imperceptibly, kissed Lao Li's cheek with her soft, tender lips. Bold

, passionate, and with the gentle tenderness of a young girl, Lao Li instinctively turned his head slightly to return Yuan Yuan's kiss. At the same time, the hand that Hei Ya Tou had been holding gently slipped away, and in the moment of Hei Ya Tou's slight surprise, it naturally wrapped around her supple waist.

[Volume 2: Passionate Maple Leaves] Chapter 3: I Saw It All (9)

The black girl, held tightly in Lao Li's arms, was as taut as a bowstring stretched taut. On the other side, Yuan Yuan, who had originally wanted to give Lao Li a surprise with a kiss that no one had seen, was now being held tightly in Lao Li's arms and kissed by him with the hottest kiss. A girl's lips always have a coolness to them, and they are always uniquely delicate. There is always a sweetness in a girl's lips that makes people addicted and never want to wake up.

Chasing this coolness, feeling this delicacy, and savoring the sweetness that makes him addicted, Lao Li's tongue gently swept across Yuan Yuan's slightly parted teeth and slowly moved into her mouth. When

his tongue touched Yuan Yuan's tongue, the tender little thing seemed to dodge and dodge, showing its own shyness and temptation.

Even for girls of the 1960s, like Wei Hong, who recklessly pushed Lao Li onto the earthen bed for love, the conservatism and shyness ingrained in their blood were indelible in their final moments. For girls of the 1970s

, like Ya Rong, deeply influenced by Western education, once they shared a bed with Lao Li, Lao Li still held the dominant position in the bedroom.

In the 1980s, when Fei'er squeezed into Lao Li's bed in this way, having experienced the thoroughly conservative Wei Hong and the gradually progressing Ya Rong, when the allure of these women blossomed freely on Lao Li's eight-step bed, Lao Li was captivated in that brief moment of shock.

The 1990s quietly arrived for Lao Li. As tradition and shyness were left behind with the passage of time, the girls, seemingly shedding all constraints overnight, became unrestrained, blazing flames, burning themselves and igniting those who entered their hearts.

Lao Li, who had boarded the train of the late 1960s, still believed that the passage of time hadn't eroded the values held by his generation, stumbled upon the girls born in the 1990s by chance.

Lost in Fei'er's charm, ignited by her blazing flames, Lao Li's arms tightened around Yuan Yuan's waist, and his large fingers, without hesitation, grasped and kneaded one of Yuan Yuan's pert breasts.

Her body, which had been taut like a bowed figure, relaxed slightly after a while. The black girl, who was about to scream and leap out of her skin, was suddenly gripped tightly by Old Li's other arm, which was half-encircled around her abdomen and chest. The fingers of Old Li's other hand, feeling her growing tension and rapid, undulating breathing, seemed to probe and rhythmically rotate around the edge of her breasts.

With her head half-lowered, Yuan Yuan, whose lungs had been nearly drained of air by Old Li, watched the novel performance with a soft, panting breath as he stopped kissing her. She watched as Old Li released his large hand from her and instead pulled the dark-skinned girl's shoulders and back, forcefully pressing her into his arms. In the dark-skinned girl's somewhat frightened eyes, and as she desperately pushed at Old Li's cheek, he held her shoulders and back, stabilizing the back of her head, and without any hesitation, kissed her small mouth, which was about to scream.

Mmm—mmm… The sound left in the air by the dark-skinned girl's open mouth was just a vague, inexpressible sound.

With a deathly pale face and eyes blazing with fear and resentment, the dark-skinned girl was held tightly by Old Li's arms, unable to move no matter how much she struggled. As Old Li sucked on her tightly closed vulva, he made a smacking sound. Silently, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

The dark-skinned girl, seemingly numb, appeared oblivious to Old Li, who was kissing a girl who had lost her soul. The girls, including the curious Yuan Yuan and all the others scattered around, no longer cared what they had been focusing on. They watched Old Li kissing the wooden girl with utter indifference, their smiles vanishing. The only

sounds were the tireless kisses of Old Li's lips on the girl's lips; even the breathing of the other girls in the room was barely audible. How long passed, no one knew. With quiet footsteps, one girl after another quietly joined hands, glancing back at Old Li and the dark-skinned girl, and silently retreated from the room.

Her face was still deathly pale, and her eyes, devoid of tears, held only a lifeless stillness. Even though Old Li's grip on her hands had loosened, and even though his lips, which had been forcefully kissing her, had moved away, her body remained frozen, stiff and lifeless.

In the silence, Old Li unzipped the faded zipper of her worn-out tracksuit, the hissing sound piercing the eardrums. Beneath the open

top, a plain women's vest with a few scattered floral patterns—the kind you'd almost find in a rural area of the 1970s, its collar frayed—was loosely revealed.

Grabbing one sleeve of the tracksuit, as easily as peeling bark from a tree stump, Old Li ripped the dark-skinned girl's tracksuit off.

Old Li grabbed the hem of the plain floral women's vest, which was tucked into his sweatpants, and with a sudden, muffled thud, instead of the expected sharp tearing sound, the vest, already ruined and lacking its elasticity, split in two.

He also snapped the waistband of the sweatpants, pulling them and the vest together, now reaching the girl's feet.

It was rather rough; the girl, with her torn vest hanging from her upper body and her ripped sweatpants and shoes crumpled at her feet, was slumped onto the sofa a few steps away, held by Old Li.

As he walked towards the girl lying lifelessly on the sofa, Old Li, his forehead beaded with sweat, casually pulled down his own pants. The

crumpled sweatpants and shoes were tossed aside, and the girl, now lying face up in the middle of the sofa, had her legs almost folded in half by Old Li.

The girl's sparsely haired vulva, folded in half and protruding high, seemed to be testing the hardness of his penis, or perhaps it needed further warming. Old Li used one hand to quickly stroke his own penis a few times, then, using that free hand to guide it, he folded the girl's vagina, which hadn't undergone any foreplay, and with his eyes almost closed, he thrust in forcefully.

The wooden-like black girl, whether from the forceful insertion or the intense, dry pain, twitched slightly before tensing up.

With a muffled groan through gritted teeth, Old Li, now inside the girl's folded body, large beads of sweat dripped down his back.

Slowly, Old Li gently placed the folded legs of the dark-skinned girl on either side of his body. He reached out and gently smoothed the hair on her forehead, looking at her tenderly as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You've been..."

Sobbing... As Old Li's words fell, the dark-skinned girl, who had been as still as a statue, burst into tears, pounding on Old Li who was pressing down on her.

The outburst of tears wasn't entirely because of what Old Li had just done to her; it was because she felt a complete sense of relief.

On the day Yuan Yuan sprained her ankle, the dark-skinned girl and Ya Rou went to the hospital together. Of the dozen or so girls on Old Li's team, it was the dark-skinned girl, who should have been the least noticeable, who caught the attention of Dr. Sun, who was on duty in the emergency room.

It was a morning around four o'clock three years ago. Dr. Sun, who was on duty in the emergency room, was resting in the emergency room doctor's break room when a commotion mixed with crying woke her up.

A female patient, covered in injuries, had just been lifted onto a stretcher by nurses. Beside her was a little girl crying and calling out, "Sister, sister!"

The injured woman on the stretcher had been in a deep coma before being placed on it. But just as the nurses were about to push the stretcher towards the operating room, perhaps because of the crying and shouts of the girl beside the stretcher, or perhaps because she had something important on her mind, the woman who had been in a deep coma suddenly opened her eyes and reached out to grab the girl beside the stretcher tightly.

The injured woman, refusing to let the nurses push her into the operating room and clinging tightly to the girl's hand, stared intently at her and said, "Sister, I'm afraid... I'm afraid I won't make it this time. I'm afraid I'll have to... take care of you from now on. But... I'm still so happy to see you this time! Sister, listen to me!"

Stopping her sister's urgent urging and pleading, the older sister continued, "I can't protect you anymore. Everything... you'll have to rely on yourself. Remember, you must study hard and not think about anything else. Never... never be like me!"

Looking at her sister on the stretcher and listening to her words, the younger sister, also tightly gripping her sister's hands, could only nod frantically and choke out her responses, her face streaked with tears; all she could do was express her utter helplessness.

“Sister, my life… my whole life has been ruined by a man! Sister, you must remember, never… never trust a man so easily! And never give yourself to a man so easily!” The

older sister, still gripping her younger sister’s hand tightly, stared intently at her as she spoke.

“Sister… sister… sob… sob… sister, sister, don’t… don’t worry, you’ll… nothing will happen, I’ve promised you everything, please… please get the doctor…”

The younger sister, sobbing, nodded frantically, anxious for her sister to receive immediate treatment.

“You… you can really do what I say?”

“Yes! Yes! Sister, I can definitely do it! Don’t worry, sister! Nurse! Quick, please take my sister in!”

The younger sister answered without hesitation, trying to pry her sister’s hand off, urging the nurse to push her sister into the operating room.

Suddenly, the older sister gasped for breath, seemingly about to faint again. Her younger sister pried her hands off, but before the nurse could even push the stretcher away, the older sister, her face even paler with each breath, gasped again and gripped her younger sister's hands tightly.

Through her rapid breathing, the older sister stared intently at her younger sister and said, "Sister...sister...there's...a bank card in my...rental place. The...password is...your...birthday. All I can...give you...is...this much."

The older sister, who had been lying there critically, suddenly sat up. She looked at her younger sister with great seriousness and said, "Sister...sister! From now on, you...you'll live alone...and I...I can't bear to leave you! You...you swear to me! Never...never easily...trust men, okay? Ah—"

A vow was made by the younger sister at that moment, but the content of her vow was far more demanding than her older sister's. The gist of her vow was: From now on, I will not give myself to any man... Unless I am with someone else, there will be no man...

Such a vow did not bring the older sister peace as she was wheeled into the operating room for treatment. Before the vow could be fully made, the older sister collapsed on the stretcher, her breath caught in her throat. After a few convulsive, agonizing spasms, she stared intently at her younger sister.

Emergency treatment failed to save her. The younger sister, who hadn't finished her vow, emerged from the operating room and learned of the outcome, but shed no tears, sitting blankly in the hospital corridor for the entire morning.

The older sister's body was covered in wounds. Although Dr. Sun, who had been in the operating room treating her, wasn't a professional forensic pathologist, her years of experience in surgery told her that these wounds were the result of severe violence and abuse.

While preparing the older sister's body for her final moments, Dr. Sun photographed all the wounds on her body with her phone. She also carefully collected the bodily fluids from the man that had stained the older sister's body and preserved them as samples. There was only one purpose to this: the younger sister absolutely refused to call the police, but Dr. Sun firmly believed that by doing this, these things left behind would one day help the girl.

That afternoon, a teacher from the Third Municipal Middle School came; she helped the girl with her older sister's funeral arrangements and then took the girl away.

On the day Yuanyuan was injured, Dr. Sun noticed a large group of beautiful girls and kept them in mind. So, after she and Xiaozhu's stepmother finished arguing, she stood at the door of the nurses' office and quietly observed each of the girls carefully.

Even so, in that quiet glance, the most inconspicuous dark-skinned girl standing at the very edge of the group deeply moved Dr. Sun.

Three years had passed, and even though the girl who had sat in the hospital corridor all morning had grown much taller, Dr. Sun recognized her from the first moment she saw her.

The next day, Dr. Sun contacted Lao Li and confirmed that the girl with the dark complexion now training at Lao Li's school was indeed the same girl from three years ago. She recounted everything she had seen back then to Lao Li without missing a single detail.

From that day on, Lao Li, who was already very concerned about the girl with the dark complexion, became even more attentive to her situation.

After all, he was a grown man, and no matter how much he cared for a girl, he couldn't be too overbearing. So, after much thought, Lao Li also told Xie Xin and several other girls on the team about the girl with the dark complexion, hoping that through them, they could provide the girl with a better living environment.

Yuan Yuan seemed to be the least secretive person on the team, but those who truly knew her knew that this girl was actually quite carefree about small things, and if you wanted to hear even a single extra word from her on important matters, you'd really have to be very skilled.

Yu Lian was a wild girl, but when it came to sisterly affection and care for her teammates, few could compare to her.

These two young girls, one of whom started living in the dormitory after Hei Yatou began, and who took over from Huimin and slept next to Hei Yatou once Huimin was able to return to training due to her foot injury, the other always stayed in the same group as Hei Yatou during training, eating and washing up at the same time.

Through this clear division of labor and subtle attention to Hei Yatou, Lao Li and Xie Xin also gained a general understanding of Hei Yatou's past life through various channels.

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