Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 196 The Bag Tore
My eyes closed reflexively for a moment, and raindrops trickled down my face, leaving a trail of water.

There was no downpour, just a light drizzle.

It feels a little cool when it drips on your skin, and when the wind blows, that coolness seeps into your skin.

An umbrella appeared overhead.

Qin Zhao's eyelashes trembled, and the water droplets clinging to them slid down.

"Why aren't you going home when it's raining? What are you doing standing here like an idiot?" Lin Shi said sharply, but his brows furrowed as he looked at Qin Zhao.

Qin Zhao slowly forced a smile: "Getting rained on."

Her tone of voice and the corners of her mouth were turned up, her face was covered with tiny water droplets, and her eyes were misty, making it hard to tell whether it was rain or tears.

Lin Shi seemed to understand why Lin Zheng and Qin Qiong were so worried about her.

"Why get soaked in the rain?" He put his arm around her shoulder, just like before. "Let's go home."

The raindrops fell lightly on the umbrella, then gathered together along the ribs and fell downwards.

Aunt Wang had already prepared towels.

Lin Shi casually tossed a large towel onto her head: "Hurry up and wipe yourself off, or Mom will complain that I didn't take good care of you when she gets back."

Aunt Wang took a towel and used it to wipe the rainwater off Qin Zhao's face: "Let me do it."

Qin Zhao sat there, letting her do as she pleased.

Lin Shi sat on the chair in the entryway, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the bag of fruit she was holding, the packaging bearing the Rose Garden supermarket logo: "Want some apples? It's rare to see you buying things at this supermarket."

After a few seconds, Qin Zhao hummed in agreement.

Aunt Wang: "Is there anything else you'd like to eat? I'll prepare it."

Qin Zhao shook her head, changed her shoes, and went back to her room.

The rain was still falling, and she stood by the window, watching the branches and leaves swaying in the wind outside.

There was a knock on the door. She slowly turned around, seemed about to speak, but then closed her mouth again. She slowly walked to the door and opened it.

Lin Shi looked at her suspiciously: "Are you alright?"

Qin Zhao paused for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.

Lin Shi didn't press further: "Didn't you want to eat an apple? Why did you bring it back to your room? Are you afraid I'll eat it?"

"Wait a moment."

She spoke very softly.

Then she turned to get the apples, the bag hanging on the corner of the table, tearing in the air, thud—thud thud thud—

Apples fell to the ground one after another, rolling all over the place.

Qin Zhao held the torn bag and looked at the apples scattered on the ground, her eyelashes drooping slightly.

"You're really something." Lin Shi exclaimed in amazement. He crossed his arms and clicked his tongue, jokingly saying, "Just say you don't want me to eat."

The apple fell to the ground, and the smooth, round apple instantly developed a mark, with juice flowing from the wound.

Qin Zhao looked at the apples scattered on the ground, frowned, and opened her mouth.

"I was just kidding." Lin Shi raised an eyebrow. "I'll buy you a new one later."

Qin Zhao's eyes, which were fixed on the apple, suddenly blurred, and her shoulders trembled involuntarily: "The bag is torn."

Her voice was too soft for Lin Shi to hear clearly: "What?"

"The bag is torn," she repeated. "Brother, the bag is torn—"

Her voice trembled with a sob, rising in pitch: "Brother, the bag is torn—"

Like a child who didn't know what to do, she could only look to Lin Shi for help, tears streaming down her face.

Lin Shi was stunned for a few seconds, then his hands, which had been crossed over his chest, fell obediently to his sides, unsure of what to do next.

Qin Zhao had cried, but she had never cried in front of him.

"I...I saw it." Lin Shi hurriedly pulled out tissues for her and comforted her, "It's not your fault, it's just that the bag is of poor quality. You certainly wouldn't refuse to let me eat an apple, I was just kidding."

Qin Zhao was still holding the bag in one hand and the tissue Lin Shi had given her in the other.

She lowered her head, and her shoulders trembled more violently.

"Stop crying," Lin Shi said. "You're acting like a woman—"

He slapped his mouth: "Don't you want some apples? I'll go buy some for you right away. A hundred boxes! Do you like them sour, sweet, crisp, or soft?"

Qin Zhao's crying didn't stop; in fact, it grew louder. "It's not that bad, it's just a few apples," Lin Shi exclaimed, wiping her tears. "Can we buy them again?"

Qin Zhao hugged him: "The bag is torn."

She repeated it, then burst into tears.

The rain outside was pouring down harder and harder. Lin Shi was puzzled: "It's broken, so what? Just replace it."

Seeing that Qin Zhao's shoulders were trembling more, he remembered her previous reaction to stress: "Calm down."

Remembering Qin Qiong's actions, he patted her shoulder: "Take a deep breath. Inhale—exhale—"

"..."

Qin Zhao cried for about ten minutes before slowly stopping.

She sobbed and wiped her nose with a tissue.

Lin Shi clicked his tongue and poured her a glass of water: "Are you thirsty?"

"..."

He shoved the water glass into her hand: "You can really cry."

"Is it really necessary to make such a fuss over a tattered bag?"

Seeing that Qin Zhao's eyes were glistening with tears again, he slapped his own mouth.

He turned his head and sighed heavily, "Ms. Qin is going to hold me accountable again today."

"You'd better stop me when you hit me." Lin Shi wiped away non-existent tears from the corner of his eye. "Otherwise, when others dance with their bodies, I'll dance with my face."

"..."

Qin Zhao's eyelashes were still wet, and her shoulders were trembling: "Don't tell Mom."

Lin Shih: "Do I need to say anything more to your eyes, which are swollen like those of a sad frog?"

"..."

Qin Zhao went to wash his face.

She came out and saw Lin Shi was still there: "Why didn't you leave?"

"I'm bored, I want to talk to someone." He leaned back on the sofa casually, his eyebrows raised.

Qin Zhao: "I don't want to talk."

"Hey!" Lin Shi sat up straight, displeased. "Is now not the time for you to call me 'brother'?"

"..."

Since the room was spacious, Qin Zhao went to the table, turned her back to him, and applied eye patches to her eyes.

It seems that once the sadness hits, it's hard to stop.

She leaned back in her chair, feeling a warmth on her face. She didn't move or make a sound.

While playing the game, Lin Shi casually asked, "Didn't they prescribe your medicine?"

"For you, it's a minor problem."

After a while, Lin Shi said again, "Taking medicine will help you recover faster."

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By evening, Qin Zhao's eyes were no longer red, but they were still a little swollen.

When Qin Qiong asked, she said it was because it was raining and she had taken a long nap in the afternoon.

After Qin Zhao finished showering, Qin Qiong came to her room: "How about Mom sleeps with you tonight?"

Qin Zhao paused for a moment, then nodded.

While Qin Qiong went to the bathroom, she locked the door and lay back down on the bed.

Qin Zhao came out of the bathroom with a smile on his face.

She patted Qin Zhao's head: "Did you sleep well this afternoon?"

Qin Zhao: "That's good."

Qin Qiong hugged her and patted her back, her voice gentle: "Be sure to tell your mother if you feel uncomfortable."

"I don't feel uncomfortable." Qin Zhao snuggled closer to her.

Next chapter, I'm really exhausted from revising chapter 188... it's still blocked.
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