CH 50

The manor owner on the rattan chair quietly listened to Detective Zhang's report of Xue Lingqiao helping an old woman in the supermarket and being detained in the police station.

The owner of the manor was amused and smiled, to intervene when encountering injustice? Xue Lingqiao seemed to really like to fall in the same place.

Although it was a long time ago, the events of more than 100 years ago were still vivid in his mind. pu retl . com is the original translat or, please do not re-post

At that time, his name was Laibao, and he was a 12- or 13-year-old child. He and his mother fled from the north. They were ragged, yellow-faced and thin, and her mother was also ill. They met the local bandits who were trying to kidnap abled men.

He and his mother were chased and hid in an alley, hiding at the door of another family's backyard. While hiding, they heard the desperate cries of people because their husband was being taken away. 

His mother's body was already at its limit, she was too sick, and had just suffered a fright. She was going to die soon. Overcome with grief, she took his hand and said, "Laibao, you should go with them, at least you will be provided with food. Mother is sick and will not live much longer. Live well and continue the Xu family’s lineage..."

He knew that if he was really taken away, his mother would really not be able to live, so he shook his head and said, "Mother, I don't want to be separated from you, even if I starve to death, I will stay with you."

His mother sat weakly on the ground, leaning against the door frame. He protected her and with no other choice than to tighten his body against the door to hide themselves. At that time, he was extremely helpless, and he only prayed that there was really a bodhisattva who could save them. 

The sound of the bandit soldiers approached, and just when he was at his wits end, the door behind him suddenly opened, and he and his mother fell into the door unprepared. pu retl . com is the original translat or, please do not re-post

That was the first time he saw Xue Lingqiao. He was dressed like a foreigner, with his hair smoothed back, and his face was fair and clean. From head to toe, he was someone he could never touch even in his dreams. He even stepped back, for fear of making him angry by soiling his clothes.

When the footsteps of the bandits were gone, the mother and son knew they had escaped. His mother hurriedly kowtowed to the man: "You are really our great benefactor, come on, son, kowtow to the benefactor."

Xue Lingqiao held his mother's arm with one hand, and said warmly, "You do not need to be so polite." 

He had really thought he had met Bodhisattva then, and slammed his head onto the ground: "Benefactor, please save my mother. We came from the north, and my mother is very ill, but we have no money for treatment. The bandits are trying to catch all the abled men here. If I were taken away, my mother would die. Please save my mother, and I, Laibao, will be your cow or horse*, and repay you for the rest of your life.”

Xue Lingqiao was moved by his filial piety, pulled him up, and looked at Laibao’s mother again. He smiled slightly, "Have you not eaten for a long time?"

Laibao nodded hurriedly, "I haven't eaten for two days, it doesn't matter to me, my mother's body may not be able to hold it anymore."

Xue Lingqiao poured some tea and let them rest in the pavilion in the courtyard, while he went out and bought a bag of meat buns. He and his mother were famished. Even when they were able to fill their stomachs, the best they have ever eaten were rough noodles and coarse grain buns, they would have never imagined to even taste pure flour, let alone meat. He took big mouthfuls of the meatbun and slurred, "Benefactor, all the shops are closed because of the bandits. Where did you buy these buns? So delicious!" 

Xue Lingqiao stroked his head lightly and said with a smile, "Eat more if it's delicious."

...

The memory faded, the expression of the person on the rattan chair was light, but there was deep hatred in his eyes.

He was too naive then, he should have realized that Xue Lingqiao was different from others. If he had discovered sooner that he was a monster, then his mother would not have died. pu retl . com is the original translat or, please do not re-post

Detective Zhang sat on the side and saw the boss's expression. Although he could not understand his expression, he didn’t dare to decipher it.

Finally, his boss asked, "And Professor Li?"

"He’s been hiding in his lab at home, researching. He’s told others that he’s on a business trip. So far, he’s true to his words, but I will continue for others to keep watch on him."

The owner of the manor sneered, "He had better be tactful."