Chapter 55: Regarding You, Miss Si Rong

Sun Qiang did not know other rumors about the young lady of the Si Family, but in the two times he had dealt with her, he had only felt the generosity of the young lady of the Si Family.

Therefore, he would naturally do his utmost to handle matters for Si Rong.

Finding Wen Xiang had taken up a lot of his manpower.

Fortunately, he had found him, in a Pinminku in Huaiyang.

In recent years, the momentum of Huaiyang's economic development had been very good, thriving and prosperous.

But there were always places that the sunlight could not reach.

This Pinminku was one such place.

Walking into that place was like entering another world.

"Miss Si Rong, watch out for the mud!"

It had rained just a few days ago, and the road surface was a bit muddy; Sun Qiang reminded her carefully from the side.

Although he did not know much about women's shoes and clothing, he had never seen any other woman in Huaiyang City wear the pair of high heels that Miss Si Rong was wearing, so they must be extremely expensive.

"I'm fine, you take care of your own footing."

Her small white lambskin boots stepped into the mud; Si Rong would not wrong her feet for the sake of a pair of shoes, nor would she put herself in danger to avoid the mud.

No matter how expensive a pair of shoes were, they were meant to be stepped on and walked in.

After walking about a few hundred meters, Sun Qiang pointed to a tent of an indistinguishable color and said, "That is where Wen Xiang and his mother live."

As they walked outside the tent, they saw a dark, thin man walk out of the tent, hunched over, carrying a basin covered in filth.

When the man suddenly looked up, it gave them a start.

They saw that most of the man's face was covered in burn scars, and one could only vaguely distinguish the positions of his features; it was very terrifying.

Ming Zi knew that Si Rong was timid, so she used her body to half-block her, "Wen Xiang, I am Ming Zi, Li Xuan's friend, do you still remember us?"

A strange, mocking sound seemed to spill from the man's throat, and he threw the basin onto the ground.

His hoarse voice sounded as if he had just chewed on several hundred pounds of dry, old tree bark, "What do you... want?"

This voice sounded even more aged than that of a sixty or seventy-year-old person.

"We—" Ming Zi had just wanted to say something when she was pulled by the arm by Si Rong.

"Wen Xiang, we were passing by and heard from a classmate that you lived here, so we wanted to come and see your mother."

She had just smelled the scent of Chinese herbal medicine drifting out of the tent.

Over these years, Wen Xiang must have had a hard life.

Back when they were in school, she vaguely remembered Wen Xiang being a clean youth who always wore a shirt washed until it was white.

"Then, come in!"

Wen Xiang seemed to have undergone a psychological struggle before lifting the tent flap to let them in.

Sun Qiang knew that the following matters had nothing to do with him.

He exchanged a glance with Ming Zi and then left first.

Ming Zi and Si Rong followed behind Wen Xiang into the tent where the mother and son lived.

The life of this mother and son was indeed very difficult; inside the tent, apart from boxes of medicine, there was only one bed.

The chipped enamel basin and the tattered towel were all silently telling of this family's poverty.

Wen's mother was asleep on the bed; although it was impoverished, there was no unpleasant odor, which showed that Wen Xiang was a filial son.

Si Rong sat by the bed and saw that Wen's mother also had burn scars on her face identical to Wen Xiang's.

She took five hundred yuan in cash out of her bag and tucked it under Wen's mother's pillow.

"No, don't," Wen Xiang wanted to refuse, but he saw Si Rong hold her index finger to her lips, "Brother Wen, this money is not for you; it is for buying supplements for your mother. Don't be polite, or you'll wake your mother up in a moment."

Wen Xiang then fell silent.

He did not busy himself with pouring tea for the two of them, as the house did not even have a decent set of tea utensils.

"I know, you must have come here for Li Xuan's business."

Si Rong actually hadn't understood very well last night what she was supposed to find Wen Xiang for over the phone.

But today, once that Morning News came out, she had guessed the gist of it in her heart.

As a former suitor of Li Xuan, Wen Xiang should know some things about the past between Shen Lan and Li Xuan.

"Brother Wen, I do indeed want to verify some things from back then with you."

"Follow me!"

Wen Xiang led the two of them to a small river outside the tent.

"I was young and ignorant back then, and I liked Li Xuan because I felt that I was very similar to her—ordinary and plain, but very vivid."

"We got to know each other starting from feeding stray cats. At that time, I knew her family background was ordinary, but she would save some food every night to feed those poor stray cats, and I felt she was very kind."

Ming Zi's eyes rolled so hard they almost flew into the sky.

If Li Xuan could be described with the word "kind," then she felt the Leshan Giant Buddha should take the initiative to stand up and give his seat to her.

Wen Xiang's next sentence was more to her liking.

"Later, I realized that kindness is easy to feign, and so is malice."

"Miss Si Rong, I am going to tell you one thing next. It concerns your marriage with Shen Lan. I hope that after I tell you these things, you can ensure the safety of my mother and me."

Although he was in the Pinminku, he knew the time had come after reading today's Huaiyang Morning News.

He slowly stroked the scars on half of his face. Li Xuan, in this world, kindness does not necessarily get a good reward, but malice will certainly meet with retribution.

For so many years, there was not a moment he had forgotten that fire.

"I promise you, I will definitely keep you and your mother safe."

Si Rong knew that the matter was of great importance, and the enemy of an enemy is a friend.

Even if it were just to make things difficult for Li Xuan, she was determined to protect Wen Xiang and his mother.

"I believe in Miss Si Rong."

After Wen Xiang pulled out a strained smile, he turned to look at the dark, gloomy river surface.

"That was a very long time ago, probably on a night nineteen or twenty years ago; I had planned to go to the sports field to confess my feelings to Li Xuan, but instead, I bumped into her and Shen Lan embracing each other."

"But at that time, I remember very clearly that Shen Lan seemed to already be in a relationship with Miss Si Rong; back then, I only thought Shen Lan was two-timing, and I privately tried to persuade Li Xuan to leave him."

"Thinking about it now, I realize I was the biggest fool; the impression they both gave me was that Shen Lan was deceiving the naive Li Xuan, and of course, that is also what Li Xuan told me."

"It wasn't until another day, Li Xuan's birthday, that I originally wanted to give her a surprise, only to find out she was pregnant; that was in the year we were about to graduate."

"I heard the things the two of them said, about marriage, about the child, and about you, Miss Si Rong."

"The Li Xuan of that day truly gave me too great a shock; I was very afraid and wanted to pretend I hadn't heard anything and leave, but I was still discovered by them..."