Walking with the Villain, Lou Xiao'e's Alternative Love

When Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao hurried over, Zhu Zirui's appearance was heartbreaking.

He was like a bullied child who saw his parents. He finally fell to the ground helplessly with a plop, feeling aggrieved.

This scene made their hearts instantly rise to their throats.

Zhu Zirui's fainting not only intensified their inner fear, but also made the atmosphere on the scene extremely tense.

With the assistance of comrades from the security department, Zhu Zirui, his grandparents, and the guards who were also seriously injured were rushed to the hospital.

After a careful and professional examination by the doctor, it was confirmed that everyone was fine and had only minor injuries.

This made everyone feel relieved.

Especially Zhu Zirui, although his face was swollen so much like "Second Brother" at the moment, it was difficult to recognize his original appearance.

But fortunately, his seemingly horrific injuries did not actually cause any damage to his bones.

It just looks quite tragic on the outside.

Out of caution, the doctor decided to keep everyone in the hospital for two days for observation.

Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao immediately got busy. They not only helped arrange the ward, but also specially secured a quiet single room for Zhu Zirui's grandparents so that the two elderly people could rest and recuperate better.

After some twists and turns, the two were finally able to take a break beside Zhu Zirui's bed.

Looking at his face that was as swollen as a pig's head, I felt distressed and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Ouch, it hurts so much." Zhu Zirui woke up in a daze.

The first thing he did was groan in pain.

Then he found that Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao were looking at him with an effortless smile, and he could not help but complain aggrievedly: "How can you two still be in the mood to laugh? I am like this!"

Seeing this, Lou Xiao'e couldn't help laughing out loud. She quickly covered her mouth and tried to make her expression look serious, but she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.

She whispered soothingly, “Okay, okay, we know you’re suffering.

But your brother-in-law and I are really happy to see you wake up.

Just rest and recover, and leave the rest to us."

After Zhu Zirui cried out in pain twice, he wanted to vent his anger by gritting his teeth, but his swollen cheeks prevented him from showing his anger as he wished, so he had to give up.

So, he turned to the power of language and said in a tone of grievance that was rare for a young man: "You have to tell my godfather, I was really bullied today and almost lost my life.

I have to let my godfather take charge and deal with those bastards!"

As the saying goes, Speak of the devil and he will appear.

Just as he finished speaking, the door of the ward was thrown open, and his godfather and godmother walked in with anxious looks on their faces.

Seeing this, Zhu Zirui endured the severe pain in his body and struggled to sit up from the bed.

Tears welled up in her eyes and finally turned into a loud cry: "Godmother, I almost couldn't see you and godfather, they killed me!"

This crying scared the godmother so much that if Zhu Zirui had not spoken first, she would hardly have recognized that the child with a swollen face in front of her was her little godson.

Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao hurried forward and led the godfather and godmother to Zhu Zirui's bedside.

The godmother caressed Zhu Zirui's cheek, which seemed to have doubled in size overnight, and cursed as she stroked it, "How could these damned people be so cruel? Look at my child, he has been beaten to such a state!"

Zhu Zirui groaned “Ouch, ouch,” his voice becoming hoarse due to the pain.

Although the godfather did not get as close as the godmother to check the injuries, the worry and distress in his eyes were obvious.

However, his words were somewhat harsh: "Why are you howling? You are not going to die.

I told you to exercise more, but you just wouldn't listen. Now you've been beaten into this state, and you still have the nerve to yell. You're really embarrassing me!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Zirui's emotions were instantly ignited, and he angrily retorted: "Old man, do you still have any conscience?

I am your godson after all. I was beaten like this. It would be fine if you didn't help me get revenge, but you actually scolded me.

I'd rather be beaten to death than have you hurt my feelings here!"

There was both grievance and unwillingness in his tone, and the atmosphere in the entire ward became subtle and tense.

Without waiting for the godfather to respond, the godmother said directly: "What nonsense are you talking about.

You should take good care of your injuries first.

I'll avenge you.

One by one, they are all rebelling.

It's simply too much of a lie.

Oh, by the way, where are your grandparents?

Are they all right?"

Lou Xiao'e quickly took over the conversation, with a hint of relief in her tone: "Don't worry, godmother, grandpa and grandma are fine, they just have some skin injuries. Damao and I have arranged for them to stay in a single ward, where there are special people to take care of them, and they will get better soon."

When Zhu Zirui heard this, a warm feeling surged in his heart and his eyes became moist again.

He looked at his godmother and Lou Xiaoe with gratitude, and said with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, godmother, and my sister and brother-in-law.

I feel much more at ease with you around.

Thank you for taking care of my grandparents. When I get better, I will definitely treat you to some melon seeds."

Although the old man spoke sternly, he just stood there silently, his eyes revealing his concern and helplessness towards Zhu Zirui.

He sighed softly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

He just watched silently, as if he was making some decision in his heart.

The atmosphere in the ward gradually eased, and Zhu Zirui was given an IV drip under the care of several people.

Peace finally returned to the ward, his breathing gradually became steady and deep, and he finally fell into a deep sleep.

Xu Damao volunteered to take on the responsibility of taking care of Zhu Zirui.

At the same time, Lou Xiao'e and her godfather and godmother decided to go home to prepare some meals for the wounded to replenish their energy.

On the way, the old man remained silent, with a frown on his face, as if he was thinking about some serious problem.

The godmother couldn't hold back her anger and worry, and began to whisper, "Look at this world. Your own child was beaten like this. Don't you feel pain? And you always have so many concerns, afraid that your child's reputation will be ruined by accident.

But we also have to think about it, if the world is really as you think, how could our family suffer such a disaster?

I always thought that the authorities would take care of every citizen and let everyone live a good life, but what is the reality?

We have to wait for that day alive!

If this continues, the lives of ordinary people will only become more and more difficult..."

There was a hint of helplessness and sadness in my godmother's words.

But it also reveals an indomitable strength.

Her words were like an invisible wind that blew away the haze in her godfather's heart and made him begin to face up to the difficulties and crises before him.

Although the two did not have a direct conversation, their tacit understanding and understanding were silently conveyed at this moment.

Lou Xiao'e listened quietly to her godmother's complaints and worries, and a hint of bitterness rose in her heart.

"What about ordinary people?"