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

Chapter 190 is eighteen years.
She even gave him a faint smile, saying, "You don't need to worry about it."

The more nonchalant her tone was, the more uneasy Lin Shi felt.

Qin Zhao: "And you were quite good to me later."

"What's so good about it? You are..."

Don't you know what good is?

Lin Shi's instinctive rebuttal caught in his throat, and he exhaled a breath of stale air: "I am your brother."

The night was quiet, and his voice wasn't loud, lacking his usual arrogance and nonchalance.

But it gave rise to a higher power.

The boy who kept saying "Don't call me brother" overlapped with the figure in front of him.

The bond forged through daily interaction and the inexplicable blood ties that ran deep within them broke through the barriers created by misunderstandings and the initial indifference.

In just one year, they have all changed.

Qin Zhao's clear eyes glistened with a thin layer of moisture. She hummed softly, "Brother."

"No one will be able to bully you anymore," Lin Shi snorted. "If anyone dares to bully you, I'll definitely kill them!"

He had a kind of reckless, immature energy about him.

Qin Zhao: "I don't want a brother who operates a sewing machine."

"..."

"That's basically the gist of it." Lin Shi said seriously, "If anyone bullies you, you have to tell me immediately!"

"Do you understand?"

"understood."

"..."

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Qin Qiong and Lin Zheng took her for a full-body checkup.

After Qin Zhao returned, he spent most of his time in his room.

Qin Qiong: Are you feeling better?

Qin Zhao looked terrible during the examination, so she didn't complete the psychological questionnaire (subjective) section.

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement, hugged Qin Qiong, and after a while, said in a muffled voice, "Mom, I don't like going to the hospital."

Can you tell Mom why?

Qin Zhao hugged her tighter: "Grandma was in the hospital before she passed away. I felt like I was an animal inside, and there was nothing I could do about it."

Qin Qiong stroked her head tenderly: "We will never let Zhaozhao face these things alone again."

Qin Zhao: "Can I not go?"

Qin Qiong paused for a moment: "Okay. All the checkups are done. How about we do the psychological questionnaire with Sister Weiwei?"

"If Dr. Lin doesn't say anything, am I okay psychologically?"

Qin Qiong: "Let's just chat."

"Did you take off your bra?" Qin Qiong asked. "You don't have to wear it at home if you don't want to. There are some issues with your spine and breathing. Once all the reports are out, we'll start rehabilitation training."

Thinking she was worried, Qin Qiong comforted her, "It's okay, Zhaozhao. We're still young, and it's just a slight deformity. It will all recover later."

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement.

The next day, when Qin Zhao replied to Jiang Man's WeChat message, he suddenly noticed the pinned message at the top of the screen.

She lowered her eyes and clicked into the chat box.

The information was still from the day Shen Yanci asked her to go to the pavilion.

Her fingers unconsciously fiddled with her phone. After a while, she clicked on his Moments.

The most recent record is a photo from the day they took the helicopter.

The copywriting emphasizes cherishing.

Qin Zhao's fingers twitched slightly.

-"what you do?"

-"cherish."

What was Shen Yanci thinking as she vented and said goodbye in her self-righteous manner?

—Why are you being so proactive today?

—Qin Zhao, I am human, I also feel pain.

Do you even realize how much you've hurt people these past few days? Or does stabbing others make you feel better?
—Qin Zhao, do you have a heart?
—It's settled.

Qin Zhao felt a tightness in her chest, so she turned her phone face down and put it aside.

It took a long time before I picked it up again.

I casually clicked on the comments under my WeChat Moments post—

Chen Yu: "Hello, Brother Zhenxi?" Lin Shi: "Block him! Who's that guy next to you?"

When Kuang Xu returned to Lin, he said, "Yes, he has someone else."

Ji Yanli: "Why does this smell like a peacock displaying its tail feathers..."

When Chen Yu returned to Lin, he said, "Yes, he doesn't want you anymore."

Lin Shi replied to Chen Yu: "..."

When Jiang Man returned to Lin, he said, "Yes, he's with someone else."

"..."

Qin Zhao stared at the comments section for a while, then bit her lip.

He didn't delete his posts on WeChat Moments.

But this post on her WeChat Moments doesn't seem to have anything to do with her.

What if I don't delete it?

She said such awful things; she must be crazy to think he still has feelings for her.

There was a knock on the door twice.

Qin Zhao turned off his phone.

Qin Qiong put down the fruit and patted her head: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Qin Zhao paused for a moment, then shook his head: "I was just too tired yesterday, I'm fine now."

Qin Qiong hesitated for a moment, then finally smiled and said, "You must tell your mother if anything happens, okay?"

Her expression was smiling, yet it also seemed as if she was suppressing some kind of emotion.

They learned about her experience, especially after watching the video.

They became extremely cautious in their attitude towards Qin Zhao, and their faces always showed a mixture of heartache, sadness, and guilt.

Qin Zhao knew they did it because they loved her.

They treated her very well, and even better.

But something seems to be keeping them apart.

She pursed her lips, smiled, and hummed in agreement.

After Qin Qiong left, the corners of her mouth fell down.

She felt a tightness in her chest.

She clutched her chest.

The underwear she was wearing was a thin and close-fitting style, so it felt like she wasn't wearing anything at all.

Qin Zhao didn't understand where this feeling of tightness in his chest came from.

Touching her underwear, she broke out in a cold sweat again, and her heart pounded even faster.

She let out a breath and caught a glimpse of Qin Qiong's phone out of the corner of her eye.

They must have forgotten to take it.

A few minutes later, a phone call came in. It was probably from a business partner. Qin Zhao took the phone and went to find Qin Qiong.

They're not downstairs; they should be in their room.

The phone call ended as soon as I reached the stairwell.

Qin Zhao called out "Mom," but no one answered.

She heard a sound coming from the study and went towards it.

Qin Qiong is crying.

She stopped in her tracks.

Lin Zheng is comforting her.

“Now, every time I close my eyes, all I see is the image of Zhaozhao being bullied… She was so young, yet she suffered so much,” Qin Qiong cried. “Where were we when she needed her parents?”

"When she saw other mothers protecting their children, and those mothers didn't even know she existed, what was I doing?"

Lin Zheng's eyes reddened, but he still comforted her: "No, it's not your fault. It's those people's fault. It's her father's fault for being incompetent and not protecting her when her mother was lying in the hospital bed."

The two embraced and cried. Qin Qiong said, "Neither of us is qualified."

“Do you know? When I heard the midwife say ‘a girl,’ I couldn’t even see her clearly.” Qin Qiong sobbed uncontrollably. “Just that one glance, a blurry glance. And then… she left me seventeen years ago.”

"Seventeen years, Ah Zheng."

"She suffered for seventeen years!"

“No, it’s eighteen years.” Qin Qiong shook his head. “She has been living so cautiously since she came into our lives.”

“She never said any of these things. She never told us about the grievances she suffered at school.”

Sorry, the next one will be late...

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