Utterly Pampered - Chapter 13
Li Zemu has always been a man of his word.
After that, he indeed didn’t appear again.
Life slowly returned to its usual calm.
An’an occasionally asked about him, but soon her attention was diverted by new toys.
Sometimes, I also thought about the past.
If our beginning hadn’t been so absurd, would there be a different ending now?
Actually, I did love him.
The love and hate of youth are always intertwined, hard to distinguish.
On one hand, I felt ashamed for climbing into his bed for money, yet on the other, I couldn’t help but secretly feel moved.
He came from an extraordinary background, always the center of attention wherever he went.
With handsome features, occasionally when he was gentle, his long eyelashes seemed to hide infinite affection in his eyes.
During those days, he not only spent lavishly on me, showing me sights I had never seen before.
But also, after my mother left, countless times he woke up from sleep to hold me tightly during my insomnia.
In those dark, unbearable nights, he was my only support.
So, I once harbored secret expectations.
I occasionally wondered if he might have a tiny bit of affection for me.
But later, three years passed.
With him never publicly defining our relationship, and Shen Sirong’s return from abroad.
The faint hope that once ignited in my heart unknowingly extinguished.
Now, five years later, he suddenly says he likes me.
Who would believe that?
It’s just that Young Master Li, always high above, has never been abandoned, and is unwilling to accept it.
The weather is getting colder, today is Friday, the sky is gray-yellow, and it looks like it will snow tonight.
The kindergarten entrance is crowded with parents picking up their children.
I wait at the door, watching An’an come out, and quickly run over.
Just as I hold her hand, about to ask if she’s cold, suddenly, a scream erupts behind me.
I instinctively turn around.
A man suddenly appeared from nowhere.
Holding a kitchen knife, he’s wildly slashing through the crowd.
Several children have already fallen in pools of blood.
Parents cry and try to rush forward, but are forced back by his knife.
In an instant, he charges towards An’an and me.
My mind goes blank.
I want to run, but my feet feel rooted to the ground, refusing to move.
Seeing the knife about to fall, I instinctively hug An’an tightly and close my eyes.
The imagined pain doesn’t happen.
The next second, I hear a familiar groan.
Opening my eyes, I see Li Zemu, who hadn’t appeared in a long time, somehow standing there.
He holds An’an and me, smiling, “Don’t be afraid, it’s okay.”
“Li Zemu, you…”
Before I finish speaking, he collapses.
Only then do I realize his back is covered in blood.
In the moment of crisis, he rushed behind me, taking the blow of the knife.
After a brief chaos, the madman is finally subdued by the crowd.
An’an is terrified.
She bursts into tears, her voice heart-wrenching, “Mommy, is Daddy going to die?”
Unknowingly, my face is already covered in tears.
The smell of blood fills the air, making me dizzy.
I hold Li Zemu tightly, pleading with him, “Li Zemu, wake up, don’t scare me, I’m begging you…”
