The Superstar Little Brother-in-Law and The Social Butterfly Big Sister-in-Law (57)
Bai Weiwei isn’t moved at all, her tone was calmer than his, “I heard you still have two houses ……”
An alarm sounded in He Dongling’s brain, even his final point of property wouldn’t be let go.
Right away, he immediately rattled off: “How can money be used to express apologies? Wouldn’t it desecrate the weight of a sincere apology, ah.”
Bai Weiwei just rolled her eyes, “Don’t talk to me without money. You’re sorry, but I won’t forgive.”
Having said that, she walked away in contempt without so much as looking at him.
She left He Dongling behind alone.
He Dongling wondered whether or not he was ugly, whether or not his eyes were blind.
Before there were no disadvantages to his tricks, why did nothing work at all?
That wasn’t the case with Bai Weiwei he knew.
How did she become so shrewd?
He Dongling sighed in lamentation: You are not the beautiful woman I used to know.
How easy to coax she once was.
Was how astute she was now.
He Dongling’s legs were paralyzed, so now he planned to rehabilitate.
But rehabilitation is a very long and painful process. Under the guidance of the doctor, he would slowly get up, but fall back down.
Over and over again.
Even someone with a shrouded heart like He Dongling, sometimes couldn’t bear it.
Bai Weiwei quietly watched, coming to help from time to time.
Sometimes He Dongling teased her in order to divert his attention.
“What, pity me?”
But Bai Weiwei looked at him, with weak but calm eyes, that didn’t have half a strand of sympathy.
He Dongling’s face was so thick, she was a little embarrassed when she saw it.
Bai Weiwei gave a mocking smile, “Do you know what’s pitiful?”
She dragged him into a chair and calmly said, “Have you ever seen the poor sell blood?”
He Dongling: “……”
Bai Weiwei: “When I was at my poorest, I couldn’t sell enough blood and even wanted to sell a kidney. If I didn’t finally go to the bar to work as a hostess, what you see now would be a me that was short a kidney.”
He Dongling: “Uh, although I didn’t care much for you, I didn’t force you to that point.”
Bai Weiwei said softly, “Your parents forced it.”
He Dongling’s words stopped, stifled in his throat, he suddenly became too timid to say anything.
Bai Weiwei: “I was even covered with a cloth sack and beaten. I couldn’t afford medical treatment and was worried that you would be sad, so I didn’t dare go home. I could only stay in the park for a few days, hoping to make the marks less obvious before going back.”
He Dongling’s heart sunk.
Bai Weiwei had a self deprecating smile, “Humiliated, beaten, framed, couldn’t work, your family never had a place for me to eat. To tell the truth, I’m poor, but the time I was most pitiful was in your house.”
He Dongling moved his lips, but was ultimately unable to say a word.
Bai Weiwei’s tone was tranquil as if it wasn’t her issue, “He Dongling, disability isn’t terrible, poverty is terrible. You are not worth pity at all. You can at least afford to live in a ward, can afford to hire a caregiver, can afford the cost of rehabilitation. You are a person so accustomed to the world’s generosity, yet you don’t understand what it is to be blessed.”
He Dongling’s heart was pierced again by her words.
It felt like it was bleeding this time.
His eyes fell, his words were a little sluggish, but much more sincere.
“Weiwei, I’m sorry.”
But Weiwei said, “I don’t forgive you.”
He Dongling clutched the wheelchair tight with his fingers, “I…… I’ll give you money.”
Bai Weiwei immediately said: “How much, I suffered so much, giving a million wouldn’t be too much.”
He Dongling: My rarely seen apologetic feelings are gone again.