Chapter 53: The Weak Are Wrong

  "Let me see my mom, okay? I promise, I just want to take a look from afar." Shao Qi said cautiously, summoning up her courage and thinking about the possible consequences.

  "Do you really want to see her?"

  "Hmm!" He was moved in his heart and spoke the truth.

  "Why? Am I not good enough for you?" Shao Hua's eyes flashed, his tone tinged with inexplicable sorrow.

  No, of course not, your eyes only see how good you are to me. Shao Qi should have said that, but he knew he couldn't.

  He looked at him with an unyielding light in his eyes, "After all, she is my mother, gave me life and paid so much for me, I couldn't let her go."

  Shao Qi knew that Shao Hua was actually a reasonable person, and after getting along with him for a while, he had more or less figured out some of his temperament.

  Of course, he also knows that he is a person who cannot be reasoned with. The unforgettable memories of their childhood are there, and he understands that as long as he doesn't cross Shao Hua's bottom line, he can fight for the greatest benefit and get everything within the allowed range.

  So, slowly but surely, Shao Qi also learned to read people's faces and make full use of their relationships with each other, after all, he was not facing an ordinary normal person.

  "We will meet again." Shao Hua looked at him quietly and gave a rare kind reply.

  Shao Qi's eyes widened in disbelief, as if she didn't dare believe that she had obtained a definite result so easily.

  He knew that although they had some inevitable connections by blood, they also understood that this was just an excuse for each other to restrain and connect at times. Shao Qi understood that his so-called brother had a more intense overbearingness and unreasonableness than a child in some aspects.

  So, whether it's useful or not, necessary humility is absolutely necessary. Dignity, at times, is indeed priceless, but when facing Shaohua, believe me, the more you value your dignity, the more he will ruthlessly trample on it.

  But this time, will the effect of showing weakness be so obvious?

  No, he won't, it's Shao Hua, no one else. Shao Hua has never sympathized with the weak.

  Shao Qi looked at him, and suddenly felt even more unclear about him. Along with that, he even felt that the always smiling, charming smile was also filled with extreme sorrow and loneliness.

  What kind of courage and perseverance does it take to survive from that dark past to the present height?

  Shao Qi didn't know, but he could imagine.

  "Put away that pitiful look, you don't even have the ability to protect yourself, what qualifications do you have to investigate and protect the people around you?" Shao Hua saw the emotions in his eyes, grabbed his dark blue hand, and slapped him in the face without mercy.

  Shao Qi was beaten so badly that he stumbled and staggered with each step, and if his hands hadn't been cuffed, he believed he would have fallen over.

  A bitter smile in my heart, no matter what the reason is, I seem unable to change the fact that I'm being beaten up!

  He knew that Shao Hua was telling the truth, but he wasn't one of those freaks who grew up in a life-and-death struggle and became a killer. He was just an ordinary person, okay?

  Her pale face suddenly puffed up, and the crimson blood oozed out from the cracked corner of her mouth, with a dazzling unspeakable beauty of cruelty.

  "It was my fault!" Shao Qi said with his head down, speaking in a low tone.

  Alright, it's my fault because I'm too weak.

  It's because I'm weak, so I deserve to be beaten by you.

  It's because of my weakness that I deserve to be plotted against by others.

  Because of my weakness, I deserve to be bullied by others.

  So I regret it, it's all my fault, it's because of my weak existence that there are so many experiences and setbacks.

  Shao Qi felt somewhat numb and had a bad premonition.

  "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking?" Shao Hua smiled, with an inexplicable sense of eeriness and pressure.

  "What is this?" Shao Qi stared at the sickly color on his hand, numbness had persisted for many days and hadn't gone away, yet his body didn't feel any discomfort. Shao Qi furrowed his brow and asked.

  He wasn't really that scared, he just didn't want to continue like this and wanted to change the awkward atmosphere, so he changed the subject.

  "You should be grateful that it's not poison, just a special anesthetic with some added colorant. It'll wear off in a few days!"

  "Oh."

  Shaoyi paused, was this his prank? Provoking Shaohua and at the same time warning and threatening him to make him fearful.

  Looking at Shao Qi's wooden expression that hadn't changed much, Shao Hua pulled him over and whispered in his ear, "You should be even more grateful, you didn't agree to that woman's nonsense."

  Shao Qi was calm, but in his heart he couldn't help feeling a slight sense of relief. Someone like Shao Hua wasn't someone who could be sold to just anyone, because by the time you thought of selling him, he already knew one step ahead.

  Answer the phone! Answer the phone!

  A secluded and serene place, stealing a hint of ancient simplicity and mystery.

  The phone on the ground lay quietly, as if it still retained the owner's innermost heart-wrenching scream; if you felt carefully, you could even feel its owner's desperation and helplessness in leaving it behind just a moment ago.

  At this time, a hand slowly picked up the phone, as if looking at something on it. The phone fell to the ground again, and a shiny leather shoe slammed down heavily, making a loud noise. After that, the shoe left, and the phone had turned into scattered flowers on the ground.

  Shao Qi would never know whose call he had missed, forever wouldn't, unless one day in the future, the owner of that number would tell him to his face.

  He later actually made that call too, but the number on his phone forever said: "The number you dialed is not in service."

  He didn't think he would receive any important calls, so he simply defined it as a wrong number and even less likely to investigate the source of this number.

  People, it's just like this, and they're not curious about everything.

  Besides, he is not just a lazy person, nor is he as sensitive to everything as Shao Hua. His experience and thinking are still within the normal range of people.

  Restricted by his current situation, he has no experience in pursuing other things.

  A person's life is like a long strand of noodles, which seems to be quite long when eating, but looks just that way, and youth is only a few specific bites in it, just a handful.

  Shao Qi didn't know how long he would be entangled with Shao Hua.

  It may be a lifelong struggle; it may stop when Shao Hua gets tired of him; or it may stop with the appearance of some specific situation; but for him, they are all unpredictable stories.

  If one day he gets tired of it, he doesn't know whether to welcome the freedom he once had or to endure more endless torture and cruelty. He wants to gamble, but he can't afford to lose, he's afraid of losing.

  So he lived carefully in the present, although there were some taboos and guilt in public opinion, but at least for now within a range that he was already familiar with.

  He found that, at some point in time, the dreams that were once important seemed even more unattainable, and he didn't seem to care about them as much anymore.

  He just wants freedom, true freedom, unrestricted and unbound, a simple and peaceful life without excessive material wealth.

  But he also knew that for now, it seemed he could only think about it.

  He is very clear that in order to make a living, he must concentrate all his energy and make meticulous plans, manage every detail carefully, and only then can life have a glimmer of hope.

  "Is this your own choice?" In the courtyard with gentle breeze, white tables and chairs were shining in the sunlight. The woman took a sip of clear tea, her straight back showing elegance and warmth from within. Her beautiful face showed no signs of pretentiousness.

  "I think you should know that no one can refuse successfully." The man sighed, looking at her quietly, as if he wanted to see what kind of person the woman in front of him was.

  "So, is this your true heart's choice?"