Women's Struggle to Change Their Destiny
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Although Uncle Wu had often helped his mother for many years and was one of the few people his mother could call friends, Jian Ai had never heard Uncle Wu mention his son, let alone seen him.
However, Jian Ai knew that Uncle Wu had lost his wife in his early years and raised a son by himself. But then again, the stall knew Uncle Wu was an established brand. He is usually very busy. Logically speaking, as his son, Brother Wu Bi should come often to help. However, Jian Ai had not seen him once in all these years. Liangzi, on the other hand, sent soy milk to their stall in the morning every day.
Thinking of Liangzi, Jian Ai suddenly recalled what happened that morning. Since he had never seen Uncle Wu's son, he had thought Liangzi, who had come to deliver soy milk, as Wu Bi. Liangzi's reply back then was that Uncle Wu's son was his elder brother.
Jian Ai thought Liangzi was cute when she heard that. He made Uncle Wu's son sound like a gangster.
However, seeing Big Brother Wu Bi lying on the sofa with wounds all over his body, Jian Ai involuntarily stopped applying the medicine.
Is he a gangster?
Without thinking about it, Jian Ai gathered her thoughts. It was dawn outside. Jian Ai stored the medical equipment and went straight to the kitchen.
When Wu Bi woke up, it was almost nine in the morning. In the middle, Jian Yu was still worried, so he came back once. Seeing Wu Bi sleeping soundly, he returned to the stall.
Jian Ai was sitting on the sofa opposite her and reading a book. He seemed to realize something and looked up. Seeing Wu Bi looking at him with narrowed eyes, Jian Ai quickly placed the book on the coffee table and stood up to walk forward. “Sister Wu Bi, you're awake. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”
Wu Bi slept and recovered his strength. He curled his lips slightly and revealed a forced smile. However, he did not want to involve his wound, so he quickly pulled it back and said gently, “I'm fine.”
Feeling that they had disinfected the wounds on his body in time, Wu Bi said, “Thank you.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Ai turned around and quickly went into the kitchen. After a while, he came out with a bowl of porridge. Back then, Wu Bi had already sat down from the sofa.
It didn't seem as serious as he thought. Jian Ai sighed in relief.
“I don't know if you like sweet or not, but I added a little white sugar. It can add to your sugar. ” Jian Ai put the porridge on the coffee table and stir it with a spoon so as not to overheat.
Wu Bi looked at Jian Ai silently with a swollen face. This girl looked to be fifteen years old, but her words and actions revealed the temperament of a young adult.
This temperament was supposed to be at odds with his age, but this also made Wu Bi somewhat curious. This was because all of Jian Ai's actions were very natural, radiating from the inside out.
He thought about how difficult Auntie Mei was when she was young. As the saying goes, the difficulty of polishing the heart. Perhaps this little sister had gone through a lot of hardships and had no choice but to mature quickly.
As he was in a daze, Wu Bi's heart suddenly felt like it was being pierced by something. A childish smile flashed through his mind as someone chased after him and called him brother …
If Wu Shuang was still alive, he should be the same age as her.
“Sister Wu Bi, drink up! If not enough, there is more in the kitchen.” Jian Ai pushed the porridge forward and looked at Wu Bi.