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

Chapter 186 Because I'm Like My Mother
Qin Qiong hugged her, half angry and half sad, and tightened his grip: "What was the meaning of that bag? Why did you take it out?"

"Yes, I packed it this morning." Qin Zhao sniffed, his voice a little hoarse. "I don't know if you still want to see me now that you know the truth."

"How could you think like that?" Qin Qiong clenched her fist and gently punched her twice, her voice filled with heartache. "Are you stupid? Huh? Stupid?"

"sorry."

Qin Qiong's tears flowed again: "What did you do wrong? What did you do wrong? It's my fault for not being a good mother."

Qin Zhao released her, his voice certain: "You are."

Qin Qiong was moved and sighed softly.

They sat on the sofa, and Qin Qiong looked at Qin Zhao.

Her eyebrows and eyes resembled his when they were young, but were softer and more delicate. Her eyes were light-colored, her eyes and nose were red, and her long eyelashes were wet and stuck together.

She's clearly very pretty.

How come she didn't notice?

Qin Qiong felt guilty, so she restrained herself and tried to calm down. After a while, she touched her head and spoke softly, "Does it hurt?"

Qin Zhao paused, shook his head, and smiled at her: "It doesn't hurt. When I'm a little older, Grandma won't hit me anymore. Besides, I can run, I run very fast. I even won first place in a running race."

She spoke lightly, seemingly unconcerned.

Qin Qiong felt as if his heart was being squeezed, and he was in excruciating pain.

Qin Zhao didn't understand where she had gone wrong; her intention was to reassure her.

She seemed a little lost and repeated, "I'm really okay."

Qin Qiong gave a short "hmm," as if afraid of revealing his emotions.

Her gaze fell on her chest, and she asked, "Does wearing a chest binder hurt?"

Qin Zhao pinched his fingers: "It doesn't hurt. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but I've gotten used to it now."

I started wearing a chest binder when I was thirteen, and I'm just eighteen now, so I've been wearing it for at least four years.

Qin Qiong's eyes glistened with tears. She frowned, suppressing her emotions, and after two seconds, she finally spoke: "Are you still wearing it?"

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement.

Qin Qiong: "How about we take them off? We won't have to wear them anymore."

Qin Zhao lowered her eyelashes and pursed her lips.

Qin Qiong gave a faint smile, then remembered coaxing a child: "Mommy will buy you new underwear."

Qin Zhao felt a strange mix of emotions, yet also a sense of warmth.

She glanced at Qin Qiong, buried her head in her shoulder, and nuzzled against her.

Qin Qiong smiled and asked, "Do you want to take a bath? How about Mommy helps you?"

Her voice and expression were so gentle that Qin Zhao didn't want to refuse.

But once she got to the bathroom, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Qin Qiong set the water temperature: "Is 38 degrees Celsius okay?"

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement, curled his fingers, and held the edge of the bathtub without moving.

Steam rose from the roof, and the faint sound of flowing water could be heard.

Qin Qiong turned around and set the bath mode, saying, "Zhao Zhao, take off your clothes."

Qin Zhao gripped the zipper of his coat and pulled it down slightly, unconsciously zipping it all the way up.

Seeing that she didn't move, Qin Qiong teased, "What, do you want Mommy to help you take off your clothes?"

She even wore a jacket in the summer.

Qin Zhao looked up at her, his eyes seemingly moist with tears.

Qin Qiong forced a smile and touched her face: "You're such a baby."

The sound of the zipper cutting through the air, reaching my ears, created an unsettling, suffocating feeling.

Qin Zhao clenched his fingers, wanting to stop it, yet also wanting to suppress the feeling.

The coat was thrown into the laundry basket. When Qin Qiong tried to lift the hem of her short-sleeved shirt, Qin Zhao grabbed her hand.

Qin Qiong: "What's wrong?"

Qin Zhao swallowed hard, his voice soft: "Is the door locked?"

Qin Qiong was stunned for a moment, and only after watching her walk to the door, lock it, and check the door again did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Qin Qiong: "No one will come in."

Qin Zhao gave a muffled "hmm".

Her expression wasn't good. Qin Qiong took her hand and asked, "What's wrong, Zhao Zhao? Are you feeling unwell?" Qin Zhao didn't know what to say, and she said in a very soft voice, "Mom, could you please not look at me for now?"

Qin Qiong paused for two seconds before jokingly saying, "Our Zhaozhao is shy."

She patted her head: "Shall I dim the light a bit more?"

"Ah."

Qin Zhao removed the shoulder pads from his sleeve.

She turned her back, took off her short-sleeved shirt, and looked very thin.

Inside was a corset-style vest.

She untied it and put it aside.

When smooth skin comes into contact with air, a layer of rough, tiny particles forms.

The skin covered by the corset was noticeably red.

She took off her clothes and stepped into the bathtub.

Qin Qiong heard the noise: "Mom turned around."

"Ah."

The dense foam covered her chest and lower body. She looked up at Qin Qiong obediently.

Without the cover of her clothes, her slender frame was revealed, especially since her shoulders were hunched, making her appear even thinner.

Qin Qiong treated her like a child, helping her wash her face and hair.

Remind her to close her eyes and hold her breath.

For a moment, Qin Zhao truly felt like a baby again.

Eighteen-year-old Qin Zhaobao's eyes were bright, and she went from feeling uncomfortable to enjoying her mother's touch.

When Qin Qiong touched her neck, she groaned and clamped her hand between her legs.

Qin Qiong chuckled: "What's wrong?"

"It's so itchy."

The bathtub was large. She turned around to face her, her hair was tucked behind her ears and pressed against her skin, which was flushed red from the steam. Her entire face and features were revealed.

The water in the bathtub rippled gently, with small undulations appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Qin Qiong's throat tightened, but she still smiled, deliberately pulling her chin back slightly: "Hmm?"

Qin Zhao was a little embarrassed: "Mom, I can do it myself."

Qin Qiong lowered her eyelids, her tone relaxed: "Didn't you want your mother to help you bathe before? What, do you think your mother's skills aren't good enough?"

It must have taken a lot of courage for her to say those words.

She actually only saw it as a normal request and a manifestation of insecurity.

She is not a good mother.

Qin Qiong shifted his gaze slightly.

A water droplet splashed onto the floor, creating a ripple.

Qin Zhao: "I'm just a little itchy, but Mom washed me very well."

Qin Qiong smiled and said, "Okay, you wash up well."

When rinsing off the foam, her body was inevitably exposed to Qin Qiong's view.

She shrank back slightly, but Qin Qiong's gaze remained normal, making her feel uneasy.

She's just a little uncomfortable.

Qin Qiong touched the red marks under her armpit: "You said it didn't hurt."

Qin Zhao curled his toes, a warm feeling washing over him: "It doesn't hurt."

Qin Qiong lowered his eyelids to hide the tears in his eyes and used a bath towel to wipe them clean for her.

She smiled and said, "Our Zhaozhao is so beautiful."

Qin Zhao was not good at responding to such praise.

Qin Qiong's eyes were full of love as he earnestly lectured, "You should say it's because I'm like your mother."

Sorry, sorry, I forgot to send it.

The next chapter will be late…

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