The Crippled Bigshot’s Little Ancestor Is Too Cool Novel - Chapter 58
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Chapter 58: A Person Who Had Died Once Was Not Afraid Of Anything
“Not yet. I have just finished bathing the child.” He Youran’s physical strength was also astonishing. She had to deal with a lot of things every day, but she had never complained that she was tired.
This was probably a shadow and habit that had been left behind five years ago.
Because she had nothing and was barefoot, she naturally did not have as much confidence as someone who wore shoes.
That was why she kept working hard. Even Alone was moved by her fearlessness.
That’s how the current her was born.
Lu Qingzhuo said, “Grandma told me about what happened during the day. I’m sorry. I was away on a business trip during the day and didn’t make it back in time.”
“I’ll get someone to contact He Yaoxing tomorrow and ask her to apologize to you in person.”
But, He Youran said, “No need.”
She had already taught He Yaoxing a lesson in private during the day.
But, these old ladies probably didn’t know about it yet. That was why she was so worried and even told Lu Qingzhuo in the middle of the night.
This caused Lu Qingzhuo to stay up late at night. She had to call him to console him.
But, He Youran was no longer the weak girl who needed someone to protect her five years ago.
She was already strong enough to not fear anything, even death.
Because, five years ago, she was no different from dying once.
So, what else would a person who had died once be afraid of? Come at me. No matter how difficult or scary it was, she would welcome everything with open arms.
Lu Qingzhuo thought that she was in a bad mood, so he rejected her and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t let her treat you like this again…”
He Youran knew what he was thinking. “There’s really no need for that. I’ve already settled the matter, so I don’t want to get too involved with that self-righteous ‘Master of men’ to avoid any unnecessary complications.”
She really didn’t put He Yaoxing in her eyes.
In her opinion, He Yaoxing was just a paper tiger.
However, the He family of imperial capital was indeed powerful. He Youran suddenly remembered that her surname was He, so she couldn’t help but sneer.
How ironic.
As the biological daughter of the He family of Rong city, she was now being ostracized and bullied like an old enemy.
Yet the He family of imperial capital could accumulate all the top-notch resources just to help their adopted daughter to rise step by step.
What a huge disparity, what a ridiculous difference.
When Lu Qingzhuo heard her voice as she was about to hang up the phone, he suddenly called out to her.
He stared at his leg as if something was wrong. “By the way, can I ask you for a favor? My leg is suddenly in a lot of pain today.”
A doctor had a kind heart.
He Youran immediately went into doctor mode and subconsciously began to care about his physical condition.
“Is it convenient for you now? Can I come over and take a look?”
“Sure.” Lu Qingzhuo’s beautiful eyes smiled slightly as he agreed.
He didn’t know why he suddenly lied. But somehow, he felt that He Youran was different from other women.
When he interacted with other women, he didn’t feel anything. No matter how beautiful she was, it was as if she was only beautiful. She didn’t go any further.
But He Youran was different. Every breath she took when she spoke to him, and the way she looked up at him when she squatted down, all these were deeply imprinted in his mind.
…
Just as He Youran was carrying her custom-made small medical kit out the door, she was stopped by the drunk Gu Zimu.
She had never seen Gu Zimu look so drunk.
In her impression, he had always been gentle and polite. He had always been a high-class custom-made man, and he had always been meticulously buttoned up.
Unlike now, when his face was red and his good-looking face was filled with endless sadness.
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