Phi-Fic Chapter 128 is already a result of good deeds done in a past life.
Chapter 128 is already a result of good deeds done in a past life.
“Bo Ye has always been bold and daring since he was a child, living a carefree and unrestrained life. As for me, as the eldest son of the Bo family, I have been bound by various rules since childhood, and I have to be cautious in everything I do, for fear of making a mistake.”
His voice carried a hint of melancholy, as if he were pouring out the helplessness that had been building up in his heart for many years.
Lin Qingran snorted coldly, a mocking smile appearing on her lips.
"Mr. Bo, you really don't know how lucky you are. You enjoy the resources, status, and preferential treatment of the Bo family, yet now you say you envy Bo Ye, who is not well-liked in the Bo family. What is this if not hypocrisy?"
Her dissatisfaction with Bo Shicheng grew stronger, and she felt that he was just putting on an act.
Bo Shicheng's body trembled slightly. He turned to look at Lin Qingran, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes.
“Miss Jiang, you wouldn’t understand. Behind those seemingly dazzling halos lies heavy responsibility and endless repression. I have lost too much freedom and happiness, while Bo Ye, at least, can live true to his heart.”
Lin Qingran remained unmoved, thinking to herself that Bo Shicheng was just making excuses for himself.
The atmosphere between the two grew increasingly awkward. The car continued speeding along the road, but the estrangement and conflict between them seemed as insurmountable as a chasm.
The atmosphere inside the car was as oppressive as the calm before a storm. Bo Shicheng remained silent for a long time, as if he had finally mustered up the courage to speak slowly.
“Miss Jiang, actually I don’t want to use Bo Ye’s bone marrow.”
Upon hearing this, Lin Qingran was surprised. She subconsciously turned her head, her gaze filled with doubt and inquiry.
"why?"
This sudden change was completely unexpected. She had been certain that Bo Shicheng would stop at nothing to obtain Bo Ye's bone marrow in order to survive.
Bo Shicheng simply shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and exhaustion.
"I don't want to say it, because even if I did, you wouldn't believe me."
He knew that his actions had etched a deep distrust into Lin Qingran's heart, and any further explanation would seem pale and powerless at this moment.
Lin Qingran felt a little doubtful, but seeing Bo Shicheng's hesitant expression, she thought he might just be making a fuss.
She gave a soft hum, deciding not to ask any more questions, and turned her head back, focusing all her attention on finding Bo Ye and his two children.
Lin Qingran was filled with anxiety. Xiao Zhou had already conducted a thorough investigation, but to no avail. This news weighed heavily on Lin Qingran's heart like a boulder.
Her brows were furrowed into a deep frown, and her fingers unconsciously clenched, her knuckles turning slightly white.
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The bell slowly awoke in a dimly lit, enclosed space.
An old, decaying aura permeated the surroundings, and darkness, like thick ink, tightly enveloped her small body.
Her bewildered eyes were filled with terror. She knew nothing about this unfamiliar environment. Instinctive fear gripped her heart instantly, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.
Fu Xingze, who was huddled in the corner, felt a sudden pang in his heart when he heard Lingdang crying.
He quickly scrambled over and hugged the bell tightly to his chest.
Fu Xingze's heart was pounding. He tried to calm himself down and gently comforted her in his childish yet tender voice.
"Don't be afraid, Lingdang, your brother is here."
His little hands gently patted the back of the bell, again and again, as if conveying strength and a sense of security.
Lingdang's crying gradually subsided in Fu Xingze's arms. She sobbed, her little hands tightly clutching Fu Xingze's clothes, and she looked up at him pitifully with her tear-streaked face.
"Brother, where are we? I want my mom."
Looking at Lingdang's frightened expression, Fu Xingze felt a pang of tenderness. He suppressed his unease and forced a smile.
"Bell, we might be in a slightly strange place, but don't worry, Mom will definitely find us."
With tears in her eyes, Lingdang nodded vigorously and nestled tightly in Fu Xingze's arms. The two small bodies leaned against each other, trying to find some comfort in each other's body heat.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only their soft breathing mingling together.
Suddenly, Lingdang's little hand touched something sticky and rough on Fu Xingze's body. She subconsciously touched it and seemed to feel the wound and the blood that had not yet dried.
Her eyes widened instantly, and fear once again overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.
"Brother, you're hurt!" Her voice trembled.
Fu Xingze quickly and gently covered her mouth, speaking softly.
"Don't cry, Lingdang. I'm fine. I just scraped my skin a little. It doesn't hurt."
As he spoke, he gently wiped away the tears on Lingdang's face with his hand, his eyes full of comfort.
Under his soft words and gentle caresses, Lingdang gradually stopped crying, her eyelids began to droop, and she finally fell into a deep sleep in Fu Xingze's arms.
Fu Xingze looked at the sleeping Lingdang and breathed a sigh of relief.
He then carefully examined his body and found abrasions of varying degrees on his arms, knees, and calves—injuries he had sustained when he had fallen while anxiously searching for the bell.
With every movement, excruciating pain shot through his wound. He bit his lower lip tightly, trying not to make a sound.
He groped around in the dimly lit basement and finally found a roll of tattered gauze in a corner.
He struggled to tear it open, enduring the pain, and gently wiped the wound, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
In the silent basement, a dull thud of a door opening suddenly rang out, the sound echoing in the empty space, particularly jarring.
Fu Xingze raised his head alertly and looked towards the doorway. He saw a tall man standing against the light, his face obscured, only a blurry outline visible.
The man gently beckoned to Fu Xingze, "Come here."
Fu Xingze gritted his teeth, slowly stood up, and walked towards the door.
His steps were light and slow, as if he were afraid of disturbing the tranquility in the darkness.
The moment his figure crossed the threshold and the door slammed shut behind him, Fu Xingze's expression changed, and all the fear he had shown in front of Lingdang vanished.
The man's face was plastered with a fawning smile, but a hint of cunning lurked in his eyes.
"Well done, young master! You've successfully lured that little girl here."
Fu Xingze looked at him coldly, his eyes filled with anger and disgust.
"Could you please not hurt the bell?"
The man smiled and patted Fu Xingze's head, then asked a question.
"Don't you want to have your mother all to yourself?"
Fu Xingze was silent for a moment before speaking.
"I want to, but I don't want to hurt the bell."
"Young master, please don't be foolish. This child shouldn't have been born into this world. The fact that he's alive now is already a blessing from his past life."