420: Chapter 300: Does it matter if you like it or not?
_1 420: Chapter 300: Does it matter if you like it or not?
_1 When did Li Weihuan learn the truth?
Probably about a week after Jiajia left.
That day, he skipped the last period of physical education and went home!
Unexpectedly, he overheard a conversation between Li Mufang and Qi Qun.
Li Mufang said, âOnly after Jiajia left did I learn from the hospital that she had been donating blood regularly during the month before she left.
Mom, she did it for Weihuan.
Even though she was about to leave, she still did the last thing she should do for him.
You really shouldnât have treated her that way!â
Qi Qun clenched her teeth, her eyes flickered, seemingly regretful, but she still stubbornly said, âItâs not my fault.
Could I have prevented her from leaving?â
âBesides, she didnât really lose out in this situation.
Even though she donated blood for Weihuan initially, didnât our family provide for her abundantly for a year?â
âAnd thereâs her grandfather.
Didnât our family pay for all his medical expenses when he was critically ill?
I would say, her choice to donate blood to Weihuan before she left was just an indication of her conscience.
Other than that, it was nothing muchâ¦â
âMom, how could you say such things?â Li Mufang sighed helplessly, at a loss for words before he heard a pounding sound of a door being kicked open.
Li Mufang turned his head to see Li Weihuan standing there, his face pale, his gaze as piercing as a torch.
He was at a loss for words!
âIs everything you just said true?â He asked lowly, his voice surprisingly calm but there was an undeniable chill to it.
âWeihuanâ¦â Qi Qun was scared.
She stood up, looking at Li Weihuan.
Her heart instantly plunged into a well of iceâso cold, so painful.
Over the course of this past year, because of the lie she built, Li Weihuan had truly become more obedient.
On her birthday, he had even brought her a gift.
That was the first time her son had ever given her a gift.
As a mother, she was touched, moved to tears.
That feeling, even till today, she couldnât forget.
No, she would never forget for the rest of her life.
âIâll ask again: Is everything you just said true?
Did Jiajia use her own blood, in exchange for your charity towards her?
Is every favor you did for her, all because of her blood?
Did you take care of her, all because her blood could save me?â
ââ¦â Silence filled the room.
Qi Qunâs tears were flowing!
âAnswer me!â His schoolbag slammed onto the table, hitting a vase, and the vase shattered on the ground, fragments scattered next to Qi Qunâs feet.
Qi Qun was panicked and she moved forward to say, âWeihuanâ¦â
âDonât call me!â Li Weihuan shouted, tears welling up in his eyes.
Pointing to Qi Qun, he spoke word by word, âMom, I really doubt whether I am your son.
We really donât resemble each other at all!â
After saying this, Li Weihuan left, no matter how much Qi Qun called after him, it was in vain.
Li Weihuan went to the hospital to find his primary care doctor, asking for Jiajiaâs address, but he didnât get any result.
He called Li Muyun and his father Li Xiangchen, but didnât get any information from them either.
Their unified response was: Jiajia is an orphan, she has no family!
Li Weihuan was once very worried about Jiajia, but most of his worries came from guilt.
In fact, he didnât spend a lot of time with Jiajia, he barely knew her.
Jiajia is a very introverted girl.
Even when he lost his temper at her, she would just remain silent.
For example, when Qi Qun had her bring him food, he would knock the food onto the ground and not eat a single bite.
She didnât get angry.
She just squatted down to clean up everything, and then after a while, she would send another portion of food.
He would knock it over again, and she would send again!
Her personality seemed introverted.
Li Weihuan even thought at one point that she had autism, but that was not something he cared about.
He had no connection with her.
Of course, when Bai Yuchuan and the others heard him mention a young maid in his house named Jiajia, they would occasionally tease and say things like whether she was pretty or if he could bring her out to meet them.
Upon hearing this, Li Weihuan would respond with a punch, âDonât mess with my people!â
Zhang Mu would squeal, âYour people are not your possessions, what are you getting so nervous about?
Duh!â
Li Weihuan bit his lip, âMy people, naturally belong to me!â
A mere joke, yet it made the fifteen-year-old Li Weihuan blush!
Did Li Weihuan ever like Jiajia?
He didnât know.
But when he was eighteen, he fell madly in love with a girl named Gu Nanxi.
That, he was very certain of.
He loved Nanxi to the core.
If Nanxi were to disappear, he would spend his entire life searching for her;