91 Qin Xiaoyou’s Misunderstanding (1/2)

”Mother, please say it,” Qin Xiaoyou had barely heard the word ”incredible”, when she felt her heart skip a beat. Other than Su Boyu, among the people she knew, who else had the capability?

”Xiaoyou, for the hospital to be so concerned with my illness is all due to a friend of yours. He has always been silently helping us. In the future, you must remember to show your gratitude,” Wang Huiru patted Qin Xiaoyou's head as she said. She did not know what relationship her daughter had with Mo Wen. Had it developed to the stage that she imagined?

Regarding Mo Wen, she did know a little about him. When her daughter was in high school, she would often mention this schoolmate in front of her. The two of them seemed to have always had a good relationship.

So she was not too surprised when she saw Mo Wen helping them out so much. She was only surprised at Mo Wen's capabilities. Even the deputy director of the Leading Military Hospital was running around for her illness.

”Do you know who that person is?” Qin Xiaoyou looked at Wang Huiru uneasily. She was afraid that her mother would say the name Su Boyu. She held onto the hope that the person was not Su Boyu, that man of ulterior motives.

She knew that the chances were slim, because she could not imagine who in this society would still be so kind hearted as to help someone. Except for Su Boyu, she also couldn't imagine who within her circle of friends had such capabilities.

Although she knew the answer, she still hoped, still prayed…

”You really don't know?” Wang Huiru looked strangely at Qin Xiaoyou. Could it be that Mo Wen did not tell her? What was going on?

With her understanding of Mo Wen, she should have long known that it was him. Who else except Mo Wen would work so hard to help her?

But what Wang Huiru did not know was that it was precisely that she knew Mo Wen so well, therefore Qin Xiaoyou would never have thought of Mo Wen. Wang Huiru's impression of Mo Wen and Qin Xiaoyou's impression of Mo Wen were two polar opposites.

The Mo Wen in Qin Xiaoyou's heart was just a kid from a normal family. He was a poor boy who sometimes needed to borrow money from her for his living expenses. He was like her, struggling wearily in society, striving hard to improve, seeking to change their fate.

”He is your good schoolmate. He is also studying in Hua Xia University. You should know who he is by now,” Wang Huiru poked Qin Xiaoyou on the forehead, explaining with resignation. She couldn't understand the world of youths nowadays. Mo Wen actually didn't tell Xiaoyou. Why hide it? Trying to be romantic like those lovey-dovey couples?

She shook her head helplessly. It was good to be young. Since Mo Wen did not tell Xiaoyou, it wouldn't be good for her to say more. She could merely hint from the side, believing that Xiaoyou would think of Mo Wen first. She believed that Xiaoyou should know the truth of the situation. When someone was helping her so selflessly, she should be grateful to that person, and not be kept in the dark.

When Wang Huiru mentioned that the person was also studying in Hua Xia University, Qin Xiaoyou's heart shattered, her hopes all crumbled into dust. As she thought, besides Su Boyu, that flirtatious playboy, that person that lusted over her beauty, who else would be willing to help her?

”Mom, you just work on receiving treatment and living. I will surely let you live a happy, blessed life in the future. When I have the ability, I won't let you suffer anymore,” Qin Xiaoyou smiled gently at her mother, caressing her mother's hair while she hid her own deep sorrow in the corner of her eyes. Her mother had given up her whole life for her; for her mother, she would give up everything as well.

Qin Xiaoyou did not know how she walked out from the hospital. Her eyes were cold and lifeless, like a soulless puppet, a walking corpse wandering the streets. When she confirmed that Su Boyu was that person, her heart became empty.

The morning the day after, beside the campus lake.

”What? The two Soothing Pulse realm ancient martial art practitioners we sent are dead!” In a stone gazebo on campus, Su Boyu suddenly stood up. He looked contemptuously at the messenger boy before him. His face was sullen and sulking.

”Word from the clan is that it is so,” the youth said cautiously.