Chapter 879 - 879 Too Hurtful

879 Too Hurtful

Lele trembled even more. His big eyes were filled with tears, but he stubbornly refused to let it roll down his cheeks… He could not tell pretty sister about those things if he was sent back to the orphanage. There were so many bad people, and they were so scary. If pretty sister knew, those evil people would not let pretty sister off. Pretty sister was so good. Those bad people could not take her away.

Lele bit his lip and stood there. His thin neck hung down, and his entire body was filled with heartbreaking stubbornness. Seeing him like this, Shen Hanxing was not willing to continue interrogating him.

“What are you thinking?” Shen Hanxing smiled and said gently, “Since I brought you back, how can I send you back? Sister is just asking casually. I wanted to care about Lele.”

When he heard Shen Hanxing say she would not send him away, Lele’s eyes lit up. His joy made them feel pity for him. Forget it. If he didn’t want to say it, then so be it. Shen Hanxing knew that this child must still be hiding many secrets. Just like how he was full of wariness towards Shen Sisi and that middle-aged woman in the hospital. He would rather be beaten than be treated. There must be a reason for his actions. However, he didn’t want to say it, and she didn’t want to force him. She believed that one day, Lele would tell her everything.

Lele was still young and started to feel sleepy after eating. Ji Mo brought him upstairs to sleep and helped him take a bath. Grandma was getting on in years, so she quickly returned to her room. The living room was soon empty again.

Just as Shen Hanxing was deep in thought, her phone suddenly rang. A long string of phone numbers appeared on the screen, and it was from overseas.

“h.e.l.lo?” Shen Hanxing picked up the phone with some confusion. It was quiet on the other end of the phone, except for a faint breathing sound that came through the receiver. The person on the other end of the phone remained silent. Shen Hanxing frowned and faced Ji Yan’s puzzled gaze. She shook her head and said into the phone, “h.e.l.lo, if you don’t say anything, I’ll hang up.”

“Mrs. Ji is cold and heartless.” At this moment, a devilish voice came from the receiver. His voice was slightly hoa.r.s.e as if he had just woken up, but it also seemed he had deliberately lowered it. His tone was lingering and had a little evil, which made people’s gooseb.u.mps rise for no reason.

“Zhan Cangqiong.” Shen Hanxing frowned and called out the other party’s name. As soon as she finished speaking, a burst of low, hair-raising laughter came from the other end of the phone

Zhan Cangqiong was in a good mood. His intuition was correct. They had only met two or three times, but this Mrs. Ji had a unique understanding of him. Not only could she recognize him accurately from his side profile, but now that he had deliberately lowered his voice and only said a few words, she could recognize him. Why was she paying such special attention to him? What did she know?

With Zhan Cangqiong’s ident.i.ty, it would be very dangerous if too much information was known to others. However, Zhan Cangqiong’s heart was inexplicably excited, and he even felt his blood flowing faster. He laughed softly before smiling, “Mrs. Ji, long time no see.”

Zhan Cangqiong sounded as if he had a close relationship with Shen Hanxing. His tone was filled with endless longing. Shen Hanxing frowned and said coldly, “Why did you call me, Mr. Zhan? If it’s a boring exchange of pleasantries, I must excuse myself.”

“Why is Mrs. Ji so cold to me?” Zhan Cangqiong seemed to be a little sad, but the smile on his lips remained. “The wound Mrs. Ji left on me last time hasn’t completely healed yet. Now, you are so distant from me. It’s really sad.”

Shen Hanxing’s eyes darkened with annoyance. “Mr. Zhan, have you forgotten that you were the one who held the fruit knife last time? What does it have to do with me?” She sneered. Seeing that Ji Yan kept looking in her direction, she put the call on speaker mode and leaned lazily on the sofa. She said softly, “If Mr. Zhan thinks the wound is not deep enough, I can help you and stab you again next time.”

“Mrs. Ji is heartless.” Zhan Cangqiong sighed. If anyone could see his current expression, they would see his eyes filled with madness, excitement, and bloodthirsty killing intent.

Zhan Cangqiong licked his lips and gently said, “Mrs. Ji’s words are so cold. Isn’t it too hurtful?”