AWB Chapter 548 Taking the bait
Chapter 548 Taking the bait
The smell of disinfectant in the hospital corridor was so strong that it was choking.
Chu Ziyu followed Lin Ci'an with his head down, the shadow of his plaster arm covering the corners of his slightly raised mouth.
“6872,” he whispered in his mind, “What do you think Lin Ci’an’s expression would be when he saw that old beast hitting me?”
"Boss, are you crazy? Are you using yourself as bait?"
Chu Ziyu caught a glimpse of a familiar slovenly figure at the corner - it was his gambling addict father whom he had lured in advance with an anonymous text message, along with a 100,000 yuan positioning fee.
He calmly slowed down his pace to make sure Lin Ci'an would enter the ward first.
"If I hadn't seen with my own eyes how he treated my 'stain'..."
He stroked the corner of his mouth that was still swollen. "How can I be sure that he really doesn't care anymore?"
Soon they reached the door of the ward. Chu Ziyu took two quick steps and stood in front of the oncology ward, with his plaster arm hanging in front of his chest and his other hand unconsciously tugging at the corner of his clothes.
"mom."
He gently pushed the door open, his voice as soft as a feather, "I brought...a friend to see you."
The woman on the hospital bed was so thin that she looked unrecognizable, but her eyes lit up the moment she saw her son: "Xiao Yu..."
Lin Ci'an stood at the door, watching Chu Ziyu flutter to the bedside like a fledgling returning to its nest, and clumsily tuck in the corner of the quilt for his mother with his left hand.
The woman stroked the plaster on her son's arm with her skinny fingers and tears suddenly fell.
“How did you do that?”
“I fell down.”
Chu Ziyu smiled and rubbed her palm, "It doesn't hurt."
Lin Ci'an's Adam's apple moved. In his previous life, he had only heard Chu Ziyu mention that his mother was seriously ill, but he had never seen the scene of the mother and son relying on each other.
“This is…”
"Lin Ci'an."
He took a half step forward, his voice unconsciously lowered, "Hello, Auntie."
The woman's cloudy eyes suddenly widened: "Lin...Lin Group?"
She suddenly grabbed her son's hand and said, "Xiaoyu, are you—"
"Mom!" Chu Ziyu interrupted her in a panic, "Mr. Lin is... the one who helps me."
The ward door was suddenly kicked open.
"Oh, you've climbed to a high place?"
A drunken middle-aged man stumbled in, reeking of cheap liquor.
He grabbed Chu Ziyu by the back of his collar and said, "I've been looking for you for half a month! Where's the money?"
Chu Ziyu's face turned pale instantly: "Dad...I just gave it to you last week..."
“That little money is useless!”
The man slapped her in the face, "I heard that you are now kept by the eldest young master of the Lin family?"
When the burning pain exploded on his cheek, Chu Ziyu blocked the pain in his mind in time. He saw through the scattered hair on his forehead that Lin Ci'an's pupils suddenly shrank - those eyes that were always calm and self-controlled were now filled with a rage that was enough to tear a person apart.
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“It’s worth it.”
When Lin Ci'an turned around, he saw Chu Ziyu's face turned away, his black hair scattered messily around his pale cheeks, and a line of crimson soon seeped out from the corners of his mouth.
His eyelashes trembled, but he did not look up immediately, as if even the cry of pain was suppressed in his throat. Only the slightly red corners of his eyes revealed his fragility at that moment.
Lin Ci'an saw his fingers curl up unconsciously, then quickly loosen, as if he was used to enduring.
But in fact, although Chu Ziyu didn't feel any pain, he couldn't help but want to beat the man in front of him, and he subconsciously restrained himself from raising his hands to hit him.
Chu Ziyu let his father grab the collar and shake him, but just when Lin Ci'an made a move, he "happened" to stumble and fall to the ground.
Father Chu looked at Chu Ziyu who fell to the ground with disdain, and glanced at Lin Ci'an obscenely, "Name a price, do you want this money-losing item?"
Amid the dull thud of plaster hitting the ground, Lin Ci'an had already grabbed the man's neck and pressed him against the wall.
"What did you just call your son?" he said in a terribly soft voice.