Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

Wang Shun's most serious injury was on his back, with several crisscrossing whip wounds so deep that the bones were visible. His entire chest and back were wrapped in white gauze, like a mummy.

I can only say that it is worthy of being a collectible whip. It hasn't been used for many years and it can still beat people like this.

He could only lie down to rest, but he couldn't get used to sleeping. In the afternoon, he drank the pork rib soup his mother had brought him, and he fell asleep. After a while, his neck started to feel uncomfortable from lying down. He opened his eyes and saw someone sitting next to his bed.

He squinted his eyes and tried to identify it for a while. Oh, he recognized it.

Xie Heng said to him like an old friend, "You're awake." He then took an apple from the fruit basket on the bedside table and said, "Want some? I'll peel it for you."

Wang Shun didn't have a good impression of him. His only impression of him was that he was a bastard who kissed Zhou Yanning while she was asleep.

Back in Edinburgh, he was fourteen years old and 1.7 meters tall, and we couldn't beat him. Now, he was seriously injured... and we couldn't beat him either.

Wang Shun closed his eyes, out of sight, out of mind. "Get lost."

Xie Heng began to peel an apple and asked, "What did Li Zhimao do to Zhou Yanning?"

Li Zhimao was the one he beat.

Wang Shun suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him with an indistinct expression: "Why are you asking this?" Then he asked: "What do you want to do?"

Xie Heng remained nonchalant, concentrating on peeling the apple. He said, "Li Zhimao was transferred to the general ward after lying in the ICU for a day. He should be discharged in a few days."

He put the peeled apple in Wang Shun's hand. Of course, Wang Shun didn't want to take it. Xie Heng exerted a little force, and Wang Shun's hand holding the apple could not move.

Xie Heng straightened his upper body, lowered his eyes and looked down at him on the hospital bed. "What did you do? You caused such a scene. You and your father are lying side by side in the hospital. Your uncles took advantage of the situation and only made Li Zhimao lie in the hospital for a few days. He didn't lose any arms or legs. You are the one who suffered the most."

"You've checked me out, right?" Xie Heng laughed. "You know my methods. If I want to punish someone, I'll make sure they never get a chance to turn things around."

Of course Wang Shun had checked him out. Back in Edinburgh, faced with such a sudden love rival, he was so furious that he was knocked to the ground in one move.

Wang Shun was so angry that his teeth were itching.

Later, he asked someone to find out that he was the son of the Xie family who was raised in the United States since childhood. He had an excellent resume and was a child of other families in any circle. He had already become famous on Wall Street when he was in high school and made a fortune in the trading field.

He knew that Xie Heng had sent people to keep an eye on him over the years because of Zhou Yanning, but he was also keeping an eye on him. He was simply a natural-born capitalist: calm, cool, unexpected, and skillful.

Wang Shun pondered it in his mind and realized that he did have one thing to do. At the moment, he had no better candidate than the person in front of him.

Wang Shun said, "He took pictures. Sister Yan Ning...she's in the dressing room."

At first he just wanted to snatch the phone, but Li Zhimao held it tightly and would rather be ridden on and beaten until he vomited blood than let go.

But he couldn't shout loudly for Li Zhimao to take out his cell phone. He didn't know how many photos he had taken and what they had. Almost all the children of celebrities and dignitaries in City A were in this school, and this circle was always full of gossip. Zhou Yanning could only be a role model that everyone envied. He couldn't let her appear in those filthy rumors. Even if there was a one in ten thousand chance, he couldn't take the risk.

Wang Shun looked at Xie Heng's expression and said, "I only told you that I can trust you, right?"

Xie Heng loosened his grip on him and wiped the wet tissue from his hand. He still looked calm. "Don't worry about Zhou Yanning. Just take care of yourself."

He walked to the door, then seemed to remember something and turned back to him and said, "Do you feel that your father owes you a lot, so you always go against him, keen to irritate him, and regard rebellion, resistance and provocation as a kind of questioning?"

He continued calmly under Wang Shun's glare, "Do you realize how dangerous your situation is? Your mother has no say in the family, and your maternal family depends entirely on the Wang family for survival. Your grandparents have to bow and scrape to a man who has betrayed their daughter in every way. Growing up in such a family, don't you know that profit can change a person beyond recognition? You still have a bunch of uncles and brothers, all of whom are fighting, vying, and enduring. Only you, still naive, still rebelling with childish means, seeking fatherly love from someone who can never have a kind heart."

"Wang Shun, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. He never grows up, but he will lose miserably."

Xie Heng left.

Wang Shun sat up from the bed, still holding the apple in his hand. The light of setting sun poured into the ward. He stared blankly for a while, then picked up the apple and took a big bite.

He suddenly realized that the sixteen-year-old Wang Shun was actually no different from when he was fourteen. He was still the weakling who was knocked down in one move when he met Xie Heng.

Xie Heng's words made him realize that he must not continue to be so weak. Whether for himself, his mother, or for anyone he wanted to protect, he had to grow up.