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A little tip for writing: when you want to show how awesome someone is, it's often best to have it come from someone else's mouth.
By the same token.
If Lu Xing were like Sister Xianglin, grabbing every person he passed to tell them how miserable he was…
(TL: Sister Xianglin is a famous tragic character from a Lu Xun story, known for endlessly repeating her tragic tale to anyone who will listen.)
Then in the end, these experiences would instead become a sharp knife stabbing into his own chest!
The biggest taboo in being a person is to speak deeply with those you know shallowly.
As a professional simp, there was absolutely no need to talk about these things with these clients.
So Lu Xing chose not to say, and he was also unwilling to say.
But Wen Lingxiu found out.
Not through Lu Xing's narration, but through the lines of words printed on paper.
Between the lines, Wen Lingxiu finally got a glimpse of what kind of life Lu Xing had been living all these years.
Orphan, poverty, relief aid, surviving from charity offerings, orphanage, adoption, abandonment, a great fire, the hospital, until...
He sold himself.
Wen Lingxiu's gentle and dignified face was completely numb. She murmured.
"No wonder you're so good at coaxing children."
When they first met, Lu Xing's way of holding a child was extremely natural.
At that time, she had thought that Lu Xing might have younger siblings at home.
But only now did she understand.
It turned out that these were all skills Lu Xing had honed in the orphanage, forged by the fiery crucible of life!
Where are there any natural geniuses at reading people?
If he hadn't had to read people's expressions so much, how could he be so perceptive?
Physical scars can still heal, but spiritual scars must be carried for a lifetime!
Wen Lingxiu suddenly felt that she was so despicable.
Lu Xing, who had experienced these things, was like a desert on the verge of withering.
Yet she was asking the desert for sweet rain and an oasis.
And so.
Lu Xing squeezed himself dry to give everyone love and sunshine.
(SHMOLL: Cough-)
Wen Lingxiu closed her eyes, and a clear tear quietly slid down.
Then what about him?
To what point has he held on? Has he reached his limit? Can he continue to give love?
People aren't robots.
Even robots need high maintenance and upkeep fees after running for a long time.
But what about Lu Xing?
He had none, and he didn't say anything.
No one cared if he needed to rest, if he needed to recharge.
Everyone was demanding smiles and happiness from him.
But was Lu Xing happy?
Wen Lingxiu sat down on the chair, drained of strength, her eyes vacant, her expression numb.
"Fool..."
Thinking back carefully.
It seemed she had never heard Lu Xing talk about his own mood.
He was always happy.
But.
Can a person really be happy forever?
Wen Lingxiu lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes casting a shadow. "If only you were doing it for money..."
But he wasn't.
The orphanage, the orphanage.
He runs through the storm himself, yet he holds an umbrella for others. Why?
Wen Lingxiu thought.
If she asked Lu Xing this question, Lu Xing would definitely say with a grin:
I've been drenched in the rain, so I must tear apart other people's umbrellas!
But in reality, he would never do that.
The youth who walked out of the thorns grew the softest heart.
(SHMOLL: Cough x2)
The hardship was doubled, and the pain was also doubled.
Wen Lingxiu suddenly felt a little breathless, her heart feeling like a heavy stone was pressing on it.
A surging wave of guilt, like a merciless wave, rushed towards her!
When an avalanche happens, no snowflake is innocent.
Had she also become one of the snowflakes that caused Lu Xing's collapse?
Wen Lingxiu gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face.
"Fool."
Really a fool!
Does he think he's a savior?
Fool!
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock on the door sounded. Wen Lingxiu instantly came back to her senses!
She frantically wiped away her tears and quickly stuffed the investigation materials in front of her into a pile of documents.
It must be Lu Xing coming back!
Wen Lingxiu was now desperate to see him, yet she also dared not see him.
After a moment.
Wen Lingxiu took a deep breath. Feeling that she looked normal, she then said.
"Come in."
Creak.
The door was opened. Lu Xing poked his head in, his face full of smiles as he said.
"CEO Wen, are you eating? I saw you were working in the study and didn't call you. I just went ahead and made dinner."
"Hehe, today I made my specialty, scrambled eggs with tomatoes."
"Both on heaven and earth, you won’t find a second one."
"Would you like to honor me by trying some?"
Wen Lingxiu looked at Lu Xing with a complicated expression and nodded lightly.
"Okay."
She was finished.
She could no longer refuse Lu Xing.
Looking at the corners of Lu Xing's upturned mouth, her heart ached constantly.
As Wen Lingxiu walked to the door, Lu Xing supported her shoulder, blocking her path.
Wen Lingxiu looked up at him, confused.
"CEO Wen, don't cry."
Lu Xing took out a small pack of tissues and gently wiped Wen Lingxiu's cheeks.
The fresh scent of the tissue filled the air. Wen Lingxiu stared blankly at Lu Xing's eyes, which were seriously wiping her tears.
The little person in Lu Xing's heart was dancing smugly.
Heh.
I told you carrying tissues in my pocket would be useful!
He himself uses toilet paper rolls, but for these precious women, he uses small packs of tissues!
Hmph, hmph.
Professional!
Extremely professional!
Wen Lingxiu, as if bewitched, took a step forward and gently stuffed herself into Lu Xing's embrace.
Hmm?
Lu Xing was shocked.
Holy f*ck!
Suddenly there's a person in my arms. I really don't know what to do with my hands. And she's really pressing against me!
Where is it appropriate to put my hands?!
Although he had coaxed these clients before, he had never had such close contact.
Lu Xing was panicking inside, but his expression had to remain calm.
Phew—
Don't panic, don't panic, you're a professional!
After giving himself a pep talk, Lu Xing reached out his hand and carefully patted Wen Lingxiu's back, asking in a low, gentle voice.
"What's wrong, CEO Wen? Did you run into a problem at work?"
Wen Lingxiu shook her head, and suddenly wanted to cry again.
Why is she still demanding emotions from Lu Xing!
Wen Lingxiu suddenly realized that her dependence on Lu Xing was probably higher than she had imagined.
After a moment of silence, the person in his arms said sullenly.
"I was reading a book just now. I was a little moved."
Lu Xing: ???
Huh?
Just that?
He could read "To Live" with a heart as still as water. He never thought someone would cry from reading a book.
And this Auntie Wen doesn't seem like the type to cry from reading a book. Are all mothers so emotionally rich?
Before Lu Xing could reply, Wen Lingxiu continued.
"The protagonist in the book grew up in the slums, worked hard to study and live, became an athlete, and was finally discovered to be the long-lost child of a wealthy family. At the end of the story, their family lived happily ever after."
"When I saw their family reunion, I felt a little like crying."
Although Lu Xing was indifferent to this story, he also knew that Wen Lingxiu's background probably made her very touched by this kind of family reunion.
It's understandable.
"Alright." Lu Xing stroked her hair and said comfortingly, "Their family has reunited. We should be happy for him."
Wen Lingxiu buried herself in Lu Xing's embrace, unwilling to come out, and said sullenly again.
"What do you think of this story?"
There wasn't much she could do for Lu Xing, but helping him find his parents was one of them.
A person who has been wandering outside for a long time should yearn for a warm and happy ending, right?
Even if Lu Xing's biological parents are very poor, it doesn't matter.
She can make this couple rich, and then Lu Xing can logically become a rich second-generation.
All the past storms will have nothing to do with him anymore.
He will have a home, a father and a mother, and someone waiting for him.
Lu Xing couldn't help but laugh. After a moment of silence, he said, "This story is very good."
"Tell me the truth."
Lu Xing was taken aback for a moment. He hadn't expected Auntie Wen to be so perceptive.
Alright.
"I don't like this story."
Lu Xing stared at the stacks of documents on the desk and said slowly.
"Even without wealthy parents, the protagonist could still become an athlete and live a good life."
"A person goes through thousands of hardships and finds the meaning of life."
"And at this time, God says, 'This is the trial I gave you. You have passed the test. Now I will bestow upon you the identity of a young master of a wealthy family or an illegitimate son of a wealthy family. You should be grateful to me!'"
Using status to assign moral high ground, using assets to determine a good or bad ending.
This is too ridiculous.
If his parents were really very rich, but still abandoned him...
Then what is the meaning of such parents' existence?
"Hearing such words..."
Lu Xing's voice was still gentle, still steady.
"I would puke."
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