Volume 1: Who Has a Young Man Growing Up! Chapter 133: An Even Crueler Truth!

  She cried while licking the ice cream, rainwater and butter mixed together, that sweet greasy ice cream had a hint of muddy taste.

  She suddenly ran wildly outside, as if chasing her lost beauty.

  Her long hair was scattered, dancing in the wind. The hem of her small dress was blown up by the wind, just like the scene where Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen parted ways in "A Chinese Ghost Story".

  Desperate. Heart-wrenching. Heart like a knife twist.

  She wore a pair of white, steam-emitting sneakers with the brand name "Tangzhong", running past Lovers' Lane, Mingli Lake, Washing Ink Pond, Su Shi's statue and out of the school gate.

  She rushed to the side of the road and a taxi screeched to a halt beside her.

  The driver's father originally wanted to scold her, "Walking without eyes, rushing forward horizontally and vertically, what if something happens and you get hit?" But seeing the little girl's tear-stained face and red, swollen eyes, he softened in his heart, and instead said: "Alas, little girl, what's wrong with you? So late, where are you going?"

  Qiu Yi Han pulled open the rear car door and got in, crying: "Master, take me to Bi Hai Lan Tian."

  "Hey, that's a high-end neighborhood. It's quite far from here." The taxi driver said, and still started the car.

  The taxi drove for a while, and the sound of sobbing still came from behind. The driver heard that the little girl was crying so sadly, which made him feel a bit moist in his eyes too. He comforted her while driving: "Little girl, did you have a fight with your boyfriend? Or is something wrong at home? If it's something wrong at home, don't cry. Because crying is the weakest and can't solve any problems."

  "If it's a fight with her boyfriend, then there's no need to cry even more. The other day, I drove a girl, and she cried so miserably. At the time, I comforted her, and she said that she had broken up with her boyfriend and didn't want to live anymore. After some days, you know what? She got into my car with another boy, holding his hand, and even fed him ice cream in the back seat."

  "Take it easy. What's that old saying? It's hard to find a three-legged frog in the world, but you can find as many two-legged men as you want. You just want to find a two-legged frog man, right? Leave it to me. I'll help you find one."

  "I'm not looking for a frog, and I don't want a man either." Qiu Yi Han said tearfully.

  "What do you want?" asked the taxi driver.

  "I want Tang Chong." said Qiuyi Han, her nose twitching.

  "Is Tang Zhong a Toad or a Man?"

  "He thought for a moment and said, 'He is my friend.'"

  "Ah, that's men for you," the taxi driver said. "Then there's even less need to cry, little girl. You're so pretty, can't find friends? Ha! Just wave your hand and men will line up from your school gate all the way to the horizon."

  "I don't want a man."

  "Okay, okay." The taxi driver was driven mad by this little girl's thinking and could only surrender. "You want the toad. Uncle Toad can also help you find it."

  Bihai Blue Sky is close to Mingzhu Sea and is one of the few high-end buildings in Mingzhu that can see the sea view.

  It takes almost an hour to drive from Nandu to Bihai Blue Sky. This is under the condition that there is no traffic jam on the way.

  The car stopped at the entrance of the villa area, and Qiuyi felt around for a while before realizing that she didn't have any money on her. Because of going on stage, she had handed her purse over to Luohuan. Luohuan only remembered giving her the sweater, but not the purse.

  "Uncle, can you wait for me a while? Don't worry, I won't run away. When I go back, I'll have someone bring money to give to you." Qiu Yi Han wiped away her tears and said.

  "Alright, good kid. You go ahead and take care of your own business. I've been driving for an hour, you've been crying for an hour, my heart is melting. Hurry back home, it's cold outside and still raining." said the taxi driver uncle.

  "You'd better wait for me then." Qiu Yihan reminded him again, "I've taken down your license plate number. Someone will come to deliver the money to you soon."

  "Go back, go back. I know you won't cheat me. People living in a place like this won't even cheat me out of such a small amount of money." The old man said with a wave of his hand.

  As the autumn chill entered the residential area, the taxi driver uncle honked twice at her back, and then the car quickly disappeared into the darkness.

  Qiu Yi Han turned around and looked at him again, then cried.

  The taxi driver's actions made her feel some warmth. The world wasn't as cold as she felt it was a moment ago.

  There is hatred. There is also love.

  As soon as the autumn chill rang the visible doorbell of the villa, a group of people rushed out from inside.

  The one running in the front is grandma. She had bound feet when she was young, but her speed of running is the fastest now, as if it didn't affect her at all.

  She tightly hugged Autumn in her arms, calling out to her darling and scolding her: "Autumn, you scared Grandma to death. You must want to worry Grandma to death. How could you come back at this time? Even if you wanted to come back, you should have called me so I could send a car to pick you up from the school gate. Have you forgotten what happened last time? If anything happens to you, how can Grandma live on? Grandma cannot live without you."

  Autumn Cold's mother, Zhang Yun, and father, Autumn Hongtu, could only run behind his grandmother. They looked at Autumn Cold's red and swollen eyes and tear-stained face, exchanging silent glances, both knowing that the situation was a bit unusual.

  The old grandmother suddenly exclaimed again, saying: "Oh my, my little ancestor. How come you're wearing so few clothes? Only one sweater outside and nothing inside to keep warm. You kids don't know how to add more clothes underneath. I told you not to board at school, but you insisted on boarding. Now you know what it's like to suffer, right? Come in quickly, come in quickly."

  Surrounded by her grandmother, father, mother and two nannies, Autumn Cold returned to the grand villa hall like a little princess.

  One servant was busy fetching clean towels for her to wipe her wet hair, while another servant brought hot water for her to wash her face. Her mother helped her put on a quilt, and her grandmother squatted down to help her untie her shoelaces and take off her shoes. This had been the life she had lived since autumn was cold.

  "Oh no, my little ancestor. Whose shoes are you wearing? They really stink. Are these a boy's shoes? Hanhan, how can you wear a boy's shoes? Where are your own shoes?"

  Qiu Yi Han didn't answer, she just stared at her father Qiu Hong Tu with a dead gaze.

  Seeing her daughter's appearance, Zhang Yun was heartbroken. She pulled her daughter's hand to sit down on the sofa and ordered the maid to hurry up and make ginger soup. Then she said to Autumn Cold: "Autumn Cold, what's wrong with you? What happened? Tell Mom, okay?"

  "Father," said Qiuyi Han, staring at Qiuhongtu.

  Qiu Hongtu sat down opposite Qiu Yihan, also with a loving expression, and said: "Yi Han, what do you want to say to Dad?"

  "If I were with Tong Chong, would you object?"

  "What?" Grandma jumped up first. "Yichan, you want to be with Tang Chong? No way. That's not possible. I don't like him. He's not worthy of our family's Yichan. Why choose him out of all people?"

  Zhang Yun looked at her daughter in shock and said: "Yi Han, why are you asking this?"

  "If I were to be with him, would you threaten him? Bribe him? Would you find someone to beat him up?"

  "It's freezing." Zhang Yun interrupted Autumn's question, angrily saying: "How can you speak to Dad like that? How could Dad do such a thing? Dad loves you so much, and you'll hurt him by saying this."

  "Alright, Zhang Yun." Qiu Hongtu waved his hand and said. His expression was serious as he looked at Qiu Yihan, saying: "Yihan, I know why you're asking me these questions. My answer is, I will."

  "You are the daughter of my autumn, only a few people can match up to my precious daughter. I have raised you for so many years, and I won't let you be easily deceived by some young whippersnapper. You're still young, you don't understand anything, nor do you know how to choose someone. But Dad has lived for decades, and has met countless people. Dad must find a good son-in-law for my daughter. Now it's me and Mom taking care of you, in the future, it will be the man I choose who takes care of you."

  "So, any man I look down on, if I can intimidate him, I'll intimidate him; if I can buy him off, I'll buy him off. If neither of those works, I don't mind using other methods to get rid of him. Yichan, you might hate me now, but in the future, you'll thank me."

  The autumn chill was palpable as she sat there with a shocked expression, having even forgotten to continue crying.

  What he said is all true, what Tang Zhong said is all true.

  His father could really do something like that, and would actually take revenge on his own son for his own sake.

  Tang Chong didn't deceive himself. He wasn't the devil; his father was.

  She didn't know what to do, couldn't speak, couldn't cry, her body shook violently wherever she sat.

  Grandma ran over and hugged her in her arms, scolding: "Hongtu, why did you tell the child these things? Why did you scare the child like this? Hanhan, your dad was just trying to frighten you. Who told you not to listen and run out in the middle of the night? Will you be obedient from now on?"

  The autumn chill makes me feel like there's something stuck inside my body.

  Like a balloon that is still being inflated and may burst at any moment.

  She leaned on her grandmother's shoulder and closed her eyes.

  She's really tired.

  As the autumn chill ran past his side, Tang Chong walked out of the dark forest, picked up the rose that had been splashed with rain from the ground, and gazed at the distant figure with a soft sigh.

  "I used to like you too," Tang Zhong said softly. "But love requires courage that doesn't abandon or give up."