This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

Ye Xiaoxiao stared at Li Yuemei sitting on the ground in the teahouse. She was too far away to see clearly, but she could vaguely make out that the person sitting on the ground had a blank expression and her eyes were downcast, as if she was thinking about something.

After a while, the man staggered to his feet and disappeared from sight.

Ye Xiaoxiao sighed. In her previous life, this was probably the same fate for the original owner.

At this moment, she felt no sympathy for Li Yuemei, who had been deceived both physically and emotionally by Lin Xiucai and was ultimately abandoned like a rag doll, since Li Yuemei herself was no good either.

"Xiao Xiao, do you know that person?"

Qian Ruoyun's voice pulled Ye Xiaoxiao back from her thoughts.

She snapped out of her daze and saw the round-faced, cute girl blinking her big eyes, staring at her curiously.

After finishing the last cup of tea, Ye Xiaoxiao shook her head, her expression calm: "I don't know her."

As promised, Qian Ruoyun led Ye Xiaoxiao to start their meal at the braised pork knuckle stall on East Street, followed by tea and snacks. Finally, when the group was completely stuffed, Qian Ruoyun reluctantly gave up.

"Xiao Xiao, it's so hard to see you. It's a pity I only ate a little bit today. I'll treat you to something next time I come."

Qian Ruoyun held Ye Xiaoxiao's hand tightly, reluctant to let go, a hint of coquettishness flashing across her round face.

"Then please come to my house next time? My home is in Dongyuan Village. You are welcome to come anytime if you want," Ye Xiaoxiao suggested, raising an eyebrow.

Upon hearing this, Qian Ruoyun's face lit up with a smile, and she nodded repeatedly.

After they parted ways, Ye Xiaoxiao went to a braised pork knuckle shop and bought four braised pork knuckles to take home.

A smile flickered across her delicate, bright face; they would definitely love it.

......

"Doctor! Please!"

"Doctor, please have mercy and save my child!"

"Doctor! I'm kowtowing to you!"

At the entrance of Baochun Hall, a couple knelt, the woman holding a three-year-old child in her arms. All of them looked pale and sickly, their clothes patched and worn.

The couple kept kowtowing to the doctor standing on the steps, their foreheads bruised and swollen, but they didn't dare stop for a moment.

"Doctor! Please, please save him!"

The woman's voice was mournful as she looked at the seemingly lifeless child in her arms, her heart breaking.

The doctor on the steps sighed, "I'm sorry, but I can't help it. This child's fate is sealed!"

Upon hearing the doctor's words, all of the woman's emotions erupted in an instant, and she hugged her child tightly and burst into tears.

The man next to him was also hunched over, making suppressed sobs, and his shoulders were trembling.

"Doctor, please think of something else! The child was perfectly fine this morning!"

A hint of regret flashed across the doctor's face: "If you had brought it earlier, it wouldn't have been delayed. Perhaps there would still have been a glimmer of hope."

Upon hearing this, the couple was filled with remorse and felt dizzy.

The woman cried her heart out, wondering if things would have been different if she had brought him to see a doctor sooner.

My own child will be able to survive.

An immense pain pounded through her chest. She screamed hoarsely, clutching her child tightly in her arms as if he would vanish at any moment.

"Oh, this couple is so pitiful."

"Yes, after becoming a mother, I can't stand seeing things like that."

"Yes, why can't the unfortunate be given a way to survive? God!"

"..."

Suddenly, the woman screamed excitedly again:

"Doctor, please save him! He's still breathing! Look, he's still alive! Doctor—"

Before the doctor could speak, the apprentice at the door sneered, "Get out of here! The doctor said there's no hope, and that's it! This child is hanging on by a thread and might die any minute now. Your poor child's life isn't even worth half a dose of medicine from our clinic!"

The young apprentice, with his nose in the air and an arrogant expression, looked at the couple kneeling on the ground in pain with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Children born into poor families are destined to suffer poverty as well.

His words provoked dissatisfaction among the onlookers.

"You're really talking rudely!"

"Exactly, exactly, don't the lives of us poor people matter?"

The young apprentice, seeing that someone had spoken unkindly, glared fiercely at the person, his eyes filled with boundless disgust and contempt, and said:

"Yes, the poor are just cheap! You're so poor you can't even afford medical treatment, what else is that but cheapness?"

The boy's words enraged the crowd, and they all attacked him.

Just then, a voice rang out from the crowd.

"I can save this child!"