That was the secret that Meng Chuyuan had been hiding in her heart and she didn't want to tell it. If she said it in this way tonight, she would definitely feel very uncomfortable.
Lu Qingye only knew that Meng Chuyuan was an orphan, but he didn't know that she had such a tragic life experience.
Just now, he was looking at Meng Chuyuan's lonely back from behind, listening to her slightly choked, pale voice, and gradually changed from the initial shock to a calm, slightly distressed voice.
Now he was standing in front of Meng Chuyuan, without any dislike or dodge.
Meng Chuyuan raised his head, with a smile in his red eyes: "You should be the one who is afraid, right? They are all afraid that I will get sick, aren't you afraid?"
He frowned and said calmly: "Do you think you are sick?"
"I should be. I'm the daughter of a madman." Meng Chuyuan inadvertently stretched out her hand and grabbed Lu Qingye's sleeve. She half-squinted her eyes and continued to tell him her memories: "You know why I Do you want to run? Because I vaguely remember that when my mother got sick, she would be locked up and forced to get injections, so when they started to doubt me, I was afraid that they would do the same to me."
She lived on tenterhooks every day and never had a peaceful night's sleep.
"In the past, my humility was engraved in my bones, and I also saw human nature clearly, but the resentment in my heart will always be greater than forgiveness."
When Meng Chuyuan was very young, she knew that her neighbors were prejudiced against her family. No matter how well she did, trying to please others with her well-behaved ways, and wanting to trade her sincerity for peace of mind, those adults would still tell their children not to follow her. She came too close.
On the surface, the people in the village take care of her and sympathize with her, but in fact, everyone is wary of her. If something happens to her one day, everyone will point the finger at her.
But Meng Chuyuan has long since reconciled with his past.
She didn't hold a grudge against those people, nor did she look down on her past self.
Meng Chuyuan's face was red, and the tears on her face were clearly visible under the light. She tugged on Lu Qingye's sleeve and whispered: "Don't worry, if that day comes, I will definitely not hurt you."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lu Qingye frowned and looked at her with doubts in his eyes, with a hint of firm tenderness in his seriousness: "I snatched your life back from the hands of death. Regardless of whether you are sick or not, I won’t abandon you like they did.”
He and Meng Chuyuan first met on a dark and windy night.
That afternoon, Lu Qingye went to the suburbs to inspect work. On his way back to the city in the evening, he and his assistant saw the scene of the car accident. The perpetrator escaped and the girl who was hit was none other than Meng Chuyuan.
The road was very remote, there were no cameras around, and there were not many vehicles passing by. The driver may have known the condition of the road at the time, so he dared to walk away boldly after hitting someone.
However, all this was seen by Lu Qingye and his assistant, but when their car drove over and saw it, the car in front was about to leave.
Realizing that someone was lying down at the intersection in front of him, and the perpetrator drove away, Assistant Yang subconsciously slowed down the car. Originally, this matter had nothing to do with them, and Assistant Yang did not want to get involved, but Lu Qingye asked Lu Qingye to stop.
Assistant Yang considered various issues at the time and analyzed rationally: "Mr. Lu, we didn't hit this girl. If we get involved, this matter will be very troublesome. We will have to cooperate with the police to take notes... If this is reported If we go out, it will have a bad impact on our company."
(End of chapter)
