Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

"Buzzing—"

Lin Lulu felt that her brain might be a fireworks factory.

A grand fireworks display was underway, with fireworks going off one after another, creating a chaotic and continuous cacophony.

She tried very hard to come up with a reason for the question the older man posed to her.

All I could think of were question marks, one bigger than the next.

Why?

She lay flat beneath him, appearing particularly docile because she didn't move much.

That dangerous masculine aura was ever-present, making it impossible for her to calm down and think things through.

Is he Jing Sichen?

Or perhaps, he isn't Jing Sichen?

She figured that to find out the answer, she just needed to check if there were any injuries on his hands.

He was quite badly injured at the time.

Although several days have passed, it shouldn't be completely healed without any scars!

But his hand was gripping her wrist tightly; how could she possibly see it?

Seeing her completely bewildered expression, Jing Sichen chuckled softly.

She loved him so much that all she could think about right now was his image.

He always knew that tears could be cheap or precious.

But he never cried. Even when the pain from the poisoning was so intense that his plasmolysis was breaking off, he would rather bang his head against the wall than let his eyes get wet.

For him, vomiting blood was a common occurrence.

But when she saw him vomit blood, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Even the very first moment, without any thought or pretense, she couldn't help but cry for him.

I feel sorry for him.

I was worried that something might happen to him.

It's because I'm afraid he'll leave this world.

It was as if shedding tears for him was the most ordinary thing in the world.

From that moment on, he knew: he would protect her for the rest of his life!

He was determined to single-handedly rewrite her tragic life!

"Who I am isn't really important." He spoke softly, his voice carrying a seductive and brazen allure. "The one who's been through so much with you is me. Whether I'm Jing Sichen, Jing Sichen's father, or some nobody unrelated to him, none of that matters. What matters is me. Lulu, is me, this real person."

She was completely bewildered by his words.

Who he is doesn't matter.

How could it not be important!

This determined a lot of things.

However, what he said seemed to make a lot of sense.

She couldn't find a reason to refute it.

But something still feels off.

He sighed with a smile.

This silly girl!

Suddenly, I realized that her standards for humor seem to have been lowered more and more lately.

What does it mean if someone who doesn't like to laugh suddenly bursts into laughter anytime, anywhere?

A loving smile curved his lips as he gently stroked her cheek with his large hand, his fingertips caressing her soft skin. He whispered, "You don't need to think too much, Lulu. It's enough that you like me."

Then, he began to indulge his desire for her, showering her with passionate kisses on her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips, and her collarbone.

"No!" Her resistance was clearer than ever before. "Uncle, no..."

Taking advantage of the moment he loosened his grip, she cried out, "With your looks, you could find plenty of women! Uncle, let me go! I'm not the kind of person who can spend...a night...with you!"

"Play?" He was puzzled as to why she would think that.

"Otherwise what?" she continued. "You don't understand me, and I don't understand you. We just ended up together by some strange twist of fate, and you've helped me a few times, for which I'm grateful, that's all."

Hearing his words, his face instantly turned extremely gloomy. "That's all? That's all?"

"Do you like me?" She looked away, mustered her courage, and blurted out, "What do you like about me? You like that my life is full of hardships and misfortunes that no one else has, and that I'm still able to live on so strongly. You think that's interesting? There's nothing to like about that. You have no idea how much I envy Lin Ao'ao's unrestrained and fearless life."

"And, I..." Her eyes welled up with tears, and she couldn't help but say, "I'm not good enough for you."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Lin Lulu felt that she was more terrified than a lamb to the slaughter at that moment.

Because she didn't know what she had said that offended the old man.

An arrogant, cold chill permeated the air, and when inhaled, it made one shiver.

"Lulu." He didn't press his advantage. "Do you know that in rejecting a romantic relationship, 'I'm not good enough for you' are the most hurtful reasons? So, you don't want to be with me because I'm too outstanding? And being outstanding becomes a mistake?"

"No, that's not it." She shook her head hurriedly. "It's...me."

She closed her eyes, thinking of that night with the masked man, and a chill ran through her, causing her body to tremble involuntarily.

Although, in this day and age, it seems that people don't really care about whether a woman is a virgin or not.

However, she values ​​it.

When she decided to sell herself for a million, she was prepared to never like anyone again for the rest of her life.

Because when you love someone, you want to give them your whole self, your best self.

And yet, she still sold herself for money.

Such a property.

The better the older man was, the more she felt she was not good enough for him.

"Uncle," she choked out, her voice filled with suffocating pain, "I'm... dirty."

Wow--

She couldn't help but burst into tears, which streamed uncontrollably from her eyes.

The thought of the decisions I've made fills me with fear and helplessness.

in case……

If only I had known it would be like this.

What can we do?

What can it change?

At that time, my sister's life was hanging by a thread. If we didn't have the money to arrange surgery immediately, she would only face certain death.

Just as the masked man said, she owed him not just a million dollars, but a life.

For her sister, she would do it no matter how many times she had to do it all over again.

Perhaps it was destined from the moment she was born: her existence was solely for the sake of her younger sister's survival!

Otherwise, she really couldn't think of any other use for herself.

She has no friends.

Teachers and classmates alike were afraid to approach her.

Her immediate family members all wished she would hurry up and go to hell.

Her parents, on the other hand, gave all their love and care to her younger sister.

In this world, are there still people who like her simply because of who she is?

There probably won't be any more!

Even though the older man was very, very good to her, she knew that they were ultimately not meant to be.

"I," she opened her eyes, forcing herself to look at him, "can do so many unimaginable things for money. So, uncle, the naive, kind, and optimistic persona you think I am is all a facade! I am dirty, so very dirty!"