Chapter 11: Didn’t Your Mother Teach You?
After speaking, she glanced at Lin Xinyu who had lowered his head and took a step back. This weak chick’s cowardly appearance was really hateful. If it wasn’t for her seeing Lin Xinyu’s and Wu Anan’s names written on a photo together, Lin Xin would have thought that she crossed into the wrong novel.
He would be the one to fight ten people for the sake of the female protagonist? He would have the courage to venture out alone and rescue the kidnapped female lead? And in order to save the woman from suicide, he will run to her side and hold her all night?
If someone tells her now that Lin Xin would be the one to do those incredible deeds in the future, she would take it as a joke!
“Stand up for me!” Lin Xin didn’t hold back. She grabbed the boys’ arm and dragged him up. Lin Xinyu nodded slightly and stood silently behind her. He lacked the former vitality he had earlier.
Wanting to beat someone up, Lin Xin vented her anger and said in a steely voice, “Lin Xinyu, why are you afraid of him? Are you scared that he’s taller than you? Better than you? Afraid that he’ll hit you? Didn’t your mother teach you that if others bullied you, you should fight back?”
Lin Xinyu suddenly raised his head and his humble body tensed. He looked up sadly at Lin Xin before backing up towards the wall. Finally, he quietly looked down and stood there like a dead man.
Lin Xin did not know what he was thinking and couldn’t understand what made him so cowardly. She shouldn’t have taken care of him from the beginning; let him deal with his own life and death while she could just focus on saving herself. In that case, she shouldn’t be angry with him since they would have nothing to do with each other.
Lin Xin regretted venting her anger. She composed her mood and faced Zhao Qiang. “The apple is what he gave me. What he is willing to give is his own freedom.”
Zhao Qiang didn’t expect that two people who were united against him were suddenly as distant as strangers. He blinked in surprise and looked at the corner where Lin Xinyu stood. As he contemplated Lin Xin’s words, he suddenly understood what happened.
Zhao Qiang said in a gloating tone, “Lin Xin, do you have a mother? If you have one, then why are you still here?”
His teasing voice was childish. Lin Xin didn’t think there was anything wrong with her words. When she was in elementary, she would often say these words to her front row classmates who quarreled.
She replied indifferently, “I don’t have a mother, but what does that have to do with you?”
Children in orphanages are reluctant to mention the words ‘mother’ or ‘father.’ Even the thick-skinned Zhao Qiang could understand how much Lin Xin’s words have hurt Lin Xinyu. This was something that ordinary people who grew up in normal families could never understand. She obviously didn’t understand what Zhao Qiang said.
After hearing her reply, Zhao Qiang was left speechless. After some time, he finally spoke up and said, “Then you still don’t have a mother. Since you don’t have a mother to teach you, then how can you have the face to say those words to others?”
At this time, Lin Xin felt that she had said something wrong. She had a few guesses in her heart, but she thought it wasn’t that big of a deal. The girl glanced at Lin Xinyu and saw him leaning against the wall. His head bowed low, all the way to his chest. His thin, yellow hair were like dry grasses in the wilderness. He looked so lonely and desolate.
Lin Xin’s felt as she was pierced by a dull blade. She suddenly thought of an irrelevant question: Did his chest hurt from his heart disease? She couldn’t help but take a second look at Lin Xinyu. Her gaze softened and his cowardly look didn’t appear as hateful as she thought from the beginning. She knew she was guilty, but as an adult she didn’t want to admit her mistake for hurting him.
Chapter 11: Didn’t Your Mother Teach You?
After speaking, she glanced at Lin Xinyu who had lowered his head and took a step back. This weak chick’s cowardly appearance was really hateful. If it wasn’t for her seeing Lin Xinyu’s and Wu Anan’s names written on a photo together, Lin Xin would have thought that she crossed into the wrong novel.
He would be the one to fight ten people for the sake of the female protagonist? He would have the courage to venture out alone and rescue the kidnapped female lead? And in order to save the woman from suicide, he will run to her side and hold her all night?
If someone tells her now that Lin Xin would be the one to do those incredible deeds in the future, she would take it as a joke!
“Stand up for me!” Lin Xin didn’t hold back. She grabbed the boys’ arm and dragged him up. Lin Xinyu nodded slightly and stood silently behind her. He lacked the former vitality he had earlier.
Wanting to beat someone up, Lin Xin vented her anger and said in a steely voice, “Lin Xinyu, why are you afraid of him? Are you scared that he’s taller than you? Better than you? Afraid that he’ll hit you? Didn’t your mother teach you that if others bullied you, you should fight back?”
Lin Xinyu suddenly raised his head and his humble body tensed. He looked up sadly at Lin Xin before backing up towards the wall. Finally, he quietly looked down and stood there like a dead man.
Lin Xin did not know what he was thinking and couldn’t understand what made him so cowardly. She shouldn’t have taken care of him from the beginning; let him deal with his own life and death while she could just focus on saving herself. In that case, she shouldn’t be angry with him since they would have nothing to do with each other.
Lin Xin regretted venting her anger. She composed her mood and faced Zhao Qiang. “The apple is what he gave me. What he is willing to give is his own freedom.”
Zhao Qiang didn’t expect that two people who were united against him were suddenly as distant as strangers. He blinked in surprise and looked at the corner where Lin Xinyu stood. As he contemplated Lin Xin’s words, he suddenly understood what happened.
Zhao Qiang said in a gloating tone, “Lin Xin, do you have a mother? If you have one, then why are you still here?”
His teasing voice was childish. Lin Xin didn’t think there was anything wrong with her words. When she was in elementary, she would often say these words to her front row classmates who quarreled.
She replied indifferently, “I don’t have a mother, but what does that have to do with you?”
Children in orphanages are reluctant to mention the words ‘mother’ or ‘father.’ Even the thick-skinned Zhao Qiang could understand how much Lin Xin’s words have hurt Lin Xinyu. This was something that ordinary people who grew up in normal families could never understand. She obviously didn’t understand what Zhao Qiang said.
After hearing her reply, Zhao Qiang was left speechless. After some time, he finally spoke up and said, “Then you still don’t have a mother. Since you don’t have a mother to teach you, then how can you have the face to say those words to others?”
At this time, Lin Xin felt that she had said something wrong. She had a few guesses in her heart, but she thought it wasn’t that big of a deal. The girl glanced at Lin Xinyu and saw him leaning against the wall. His head bowed low, all the way to his chest. His thin, yellow hair were like dry grasses in the wilderness. He looked so lonely and desolate.
Lin Xin’s felt as she was pierced by a dull blade. She suddenly thought of an irrelevant question: Did his chest hurt from his heart disease? She couldn’t help but take a second look at Lin Xinyu. Her gaze softened and his cowardly look didn’t appear as hateful as she thought from the beginning. She knew she was guilty, but as an adult she didn’t want to admit her mistake for hurting him.
