[The Unforgettable Love Story of Seven Women and the Principal] (53)

Chapter 53 of "The Ultimate Scent Stealer": Who is the Lover?

Shi Xiangyun said, "You've conquered me with your personal charm, your physique, your passion..."

"I'll let you slowly appreciate and feel my power. You're always so beautiful, your body..."

Such teasing, especially for a man with a history of infidelity, was like adding fuel to the fire. Of course, she wouldn't

refuse He Shaohao's praise. In He Shaohao's eyes, such a charming woman was hard to find even with a lantern in Kunming

.

"I'm already yours, don't always be so attached to that thing, you need to take care of your health..."

"My body is in great shape."

"I still prefer you to say something funny." At this moment, her expression was that of a young girl, an open,

enthusiastic, and coquettish girl, a girl who listened attentively.

"In this world, besides beautiful women, there's nothing fun anymore," He Shaohao

said with a roguish smile.

"You're so cheeky!" She pinched his ear. She liked his tricks, which showed his erudition, eloquence, and

omniscience.

He Shaohao's hand reached inside again. "Don't you think my hands are burning hot?" It seemed like a

form of hypnosis. As his hand thrust in, she felt a burning shiver, as if

something was silently burning. She tried to push him away again.

"No, really no... Say something! Say anything."

"Under the pomegranate skirt, even as a ghost, one would still be... intoxicated."

"I won't let you say anything unlucky. My fragrance will slowly bloom before you... I hope...

we can last longer... Shaohao." She called his name for the first time, clearly a flirtatious gesture.

A wise woman knows how to create just the right atmosphere without losing her composure.

"I can't waste such a precious moment." He Shaohao quickened his pace.

"I just took a shower, please spare me!"

"I want to make you even more beautiful and charming!"

"Can't you let me be a woman clean and refreshed this time? You treat me like this the first time. I want to leave this luxurious suite

clean and tidy ... I want..." After she finished speaking, she smiled tenderly.

"It's not that I'm unwilling. It's just that my ** won't let you go!"

"You're a lecherous philanderer, and a very bad bastard."

After it was over, Xiangyun immediately got up to go to the bathroom, but He Shaohao grabbed her and said, "Leave it! Leave these

descendants...leave this unforgettable affection.

" "Bad bastard!"

Xiao Meimei arrived at the hospital, where Shen Wenting was already waiting for her in the corridor.

"Sister, hurry, Aunt is not doing well."

"Where's the doctor?"

Xiao Meimei's mother's condition was getting worse, sometimes lucid, sometimes confused. Her blood pressure

hovered between 220 and 260, and only sedatives could calm her down.

After a consultation, the hospital's experts diagnosed her with "subarachnoid hemorrhage," a disease often

caused by intracranial aneurysms or vascular malformations. The doctor recommended cerebral angiography, an examination that could further determine

the cause of the hemorrhage. To treat her mother's illness, she racked her brains and raised money from all sides. Before receiving He Shaohao

's help, she had to set aside her dignity as a woman and negotiate with Zhu Hu... Thinking about this,

she incredibly lowly.

The Buddha said, "One flower, one paradise; one blade of grass, one world; one tree, one Bodhi; one clod of earth, one Tathagata; one place, one Pure Land;

one smile, one karmic connection; one thought, one moment of purity; the heart is a lotus in bloom." Her heart was already tightly shut; she truly wanted to forget

all the love and hate of this mortal world... Alone, listening to the ethereal chanting that had echoed for millennia, she knew she could no longer see through or

understand this turbulent world, to become a spectator of life, to let her heart become a pure land, to let all the past events

dry into fragments of time.

She didn't know how much hardship a person could endure in their life to become strong,

how many trials they had to go through to stop their heart from wandering... She had followed her mother in worship before the Buddha,

she had chanted Buddhist mantras in the quiet of the night, yet she still couldn't rid herself of the demons lurking deep within her heart.

She wasn't angry with He Shaohao for eating with Nana. She was truly grateful to him…

for such selfless help. This was the power of love—a return, a giving… He knew that such a

talented man was difficult for a frail woman like her to handle…

She drifted off to sleep. She dreamt of her mother. It was a bright early morning. She had

left to begin her long journey, and her mother had seen her off to the old locust tree at the village entrance. Her mother kept reminding her, “Meimei,

it’s getting cold, remember to wear more clothes. Don’t get angry with anyone while you’re away…” The mountain path was winding, and she looked back every few

steps , gazing at her mother’s thin figure. Her mother, hunched over, raised her small hand, beckoning to her. But her mother

’s once beautiful face had vanished; time had left her with deep wrinkles and a frail

, sickly body ravaged by the elements. As she grew more and more graceful, her mother grew thinner and

thinner .

Every morning, as she watched the rising sun, she would think of her hometown, of her mother, wondering

if she still stood under the old locust tree, longing for her daughter far away.

The deeper her longing, the heavier her apology.

Someone was there for her. Gently, as if for a baby, for a very long time. She slowly opened her eyes, and a pair of

calloused hands caressed her forehead, and a familiar, dear face, not beautiful, but full of

warmth. It was her mother!

Although the old woman could no longer speak, she understood perfectly well. What kind of love was this!

How similar all mothers in the world are! Their hearts are always the same; every mother has an extremely pure and

innocent heart. The old woman was rushed to the neurosurgery department for emergency treatment. All the life-saving equipment was put on, and

precise examinations such as CT and MRI were performed. The old woman lay on the bed, her hands holding her head, and the IV drip was difficult to administer.

Shen Wenjing stayed by the bedside, and Xiao Meimei kept sobbing...

He Shaohao arrived and found Director Liu of the neurosurgery department. Director Liu told him, "Dean He, your mother's

condition is very serious and surgery must be performed as soon as possible."

He Shaohao offered no explanation. "No matter the cost, you must try to save him..."

"You'll need to pay 200,000 yuan first. If it's a ruptured cerebral aneurysm, it can be plugged with surgery. But

we still haven't found the bleeding point. We're planning an interventional procedure tomorrow, which is very risky. Grandma

is quite old, so we need the consent of her family. Can you make that decision?"

Xiao Meimei stared at him with adoration. He Shaohao took out a pen and signed the surgical consent form. Shen

Wenting witnessed He Shaohao's selfless act, and a feeling of gratitude welled up in her heart.

The old woman was like a two- or three-year-old child, sleeping during the day and crying at night, disrupting her sleep schedule. Xiao Meimei

and Shen Wenting had to take turns caring for her.

It was raining heavily outside, and a cold wind blew through the corridor in the long night, making everyone shiver. Xiao Meimei sat by her mother's

bedside , covering her with the blanket countless times, only to be knocked over countless times by her delirious mother. She

comforted her mother like a child. Yes, the stormy night brought cold, but facing the elderly woman on her sickbed, though frail

and worn with age, the warmth of her mother's love remained as comforting as ever. She held her mother's

left hand tenderly, a surge of emotion welling up within her.

"Mother, when you recover, I will hold your hand and lead you to greet the brilliant dawn of spring."

It was the old woman who brought tears to Xiao Meimei's eyes! Her mother's love, like a lamp shining in the darkness, made her, a daughter who had lost her father

at a young age strong. Her father was a private school teacher. When she was five, he was diagnosed with cancer;

by seven, he was as thin as a stick, and finally, he passed away. When her father died, her mother was only thirty

years old. She had never remarried, but to raise her, she endured hardship and humiliation, being raped by the village secretary, Li Husheng

. Later, she relied on his support to finish university…

As a child, her teacher had said that the story of Jingwei filling the sea was just a fairy tale;

life is full of unspeakable pain. Her mind was filled with the image of her childhood. She liked watching

her reflection in the mirror slowly disappear, replaced by a beautiful, elegant, and aloof woman. She was no longer the

young girl she once was; her innocent face now possessed a half-hidden

, half-revealed reserve. Perhaps it was this perfect balance of concealment and revelation that revealed her shyness and charm, captivating Li Husheng and making him unable to resist.

Many people come and go in this world, but few can leave a lasting impression on Xiao Meimei

. Although she was grateful to Li Husheng, she also hated him. Because he was not a good person.

Life in the mountains was quiet and leisurely, undisturbed. Li Husheng, ever restless,

had distanced himself from her mother ever since he started an affair with Fang Ping, a single female teacher at the elementary school… Moreover, she overheard Li Husheng

's conversation with her mother: “Meimei is quiet, reserved, gentle, and charming. I like her so much…

A daughter like yours will be extraordinary when she goes to the city…”

“How could that be? Meimei is kind-hearted…”

“I won’t misjudge her. She can conquer any man, conquer the nights of the big city. Why not let me

…”

“Mother understood the hidden meaning in Li Husheng’s words.” Xiao Meimei knew that Li Husheng had tried everything to

torment her mother that night, and only when her mother knelt and begged for mercy did he release Xiao Meimei…

Li Husheng was astonished by Xiao Meimei’s beauty, her unparalleled, incomparable beauty. Her breasts were high and full of

pride , her eyes deep and full of spirit. She was not only beautiful, but also alluring, so alluring that it dazzled the eyes.

She finally left that mountain village, escaping Li Husheng’s clutches…

Xiao Meimei’s mother finally had surgery, and the surgery was successful. Seven or eight

tumors She remained in a coma, but Dr. Liu, the head of neurosurgery, said, "The most difficult time for a patient is the

72 hours; family members must provide excellent care."

Shen Wenting left.

Xiao Meimei, exhausted, crawled to sleep by the bedside. He

Shaohao , taking off his coat and covering her with it.

She was truly beautiful, such a mature woman. He gently wiped away

the tears .

She woke up and grasped his hand. "Shaohao, you're here..." she leaned against him.

He Shaohao felt a surge of heat, holding her slender fingers. Clearly, her fingers had been

groomed and were beautiful, like a blooming orchid, proudly displaying its beauty.

"Is Auntie feeling better?"

"Still the same." Xiao Meimei was very excited.

"She'll get better slowly. You and Wenting take good care of Auntie. Put the college work aside for now." He Shaohao was

truly a man who understood women.

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