Chapter 62: Shepherd of the People, I Plead with You

ast car accident... In the video, it looked like his right arm was injured, and he seemed pretty energetic. Which part of you got hurt""I'm not hurt."Jo Bao'er was indeed unharmed. She just didn't un..."That year, I was driven out by my landlady, who was furious and looked terrifying. My belongings were thrown onto the street like garbage. You wouldn't understand that kind of humiliation, helplessness, and shame..."

Qiao Bao'er sat by the bed, her head bowed, softly recounting past events.

"My aunt and I had just left Qiao's house, and we were short on money, so we found a cheap apartment. I was boarding at school for my senior year of high school, and my aunt cooked meals at home to save money. That day was my birthday, and she wanted to make me fried tempura, but,"

Her voice trailed off, "...the house is on fire."

"When I rushed back from school, the kitchen fire had already been put out. The landlord’s wife didn't say a word and immediately kicked us out, saying we had to pay 20,000 yuan in compensation. But at that time, we only had 800 yuan in our cards..."

Qiao Bao'er stared at them, Jun Zhimu and the other rich kids. They would never understand the helplessness of being poor, how utterly insignificant it made one feel. All talk of dignity was just empty words.

Even when her aunt had a burn on her right arm, she used long sleeves to cover it and keep her from knowing.

Without money to compensate the landlord's wife, he could only be humiliated and cursed.

I can't afford to see a doctor. Even though I'm hurt, I don't dare say anything.

That night, we huddled in a corner like homeless people, really not knowing what to do. At that moment, a kind person gave us hot food and let us stay at her house temporarily. She even lent us money to go to the hospital for our burns...

Jo Bao'er paused, her face flickering with a mixture of complexity and struggle. She reached out her right hand, tugging at Jun Zhimu's sleeve.

"This bleeding, it's my own carelessness…" She repeated softly, her voice laced with pleading.

She could guess that Aunt Zhang had put something in the mango juice she gave her that day, and Junzhimu and the others would definitely be able to figure it out too. But there were some things she didn't want to expose.

If someone has ever been good to her, she will remember it for a lifetime.

Qiao Bao'er was a little worried, after all, Jun Zhimu and the others were not ordinary people. If they wanted to deal with Aunt Zhang, she might never be able to turn things around.

"Those who have harmed you, why don't you remember them!"

Jun Zhi Mu stood by the bedside, his gaze sharp as he scrutinized her profile. He suddenly spoke in a cold, suppressed tone laced with annoyance.

Like she had once with Yi Sicheng, after he saved her, she could calm down and chat with him amicably.

"My heart is so small, why do I need to remember unhappy things to make myself unhappy."

She lifted her head, looking directly at him, her eyes clear and bright.

Jun Zhimu pursed his lips, gazing into her eyes, and for a moment, fell silent.

Lu Qinan and Pei Haoran did not speak any further. Hearing Qiao Bao'er recount those past events, their expressions were all a bit surprised. They looked at each other, and finally, their gazes turned to Jun Zhimu.

This matter now rests in your hands, sir.

"My lord, just let her go this once, please" She tugged at his robe hem, her voice a soft plea.

This was the first time she'd ever spoken to him so softly.

...but it was for an outsider! ...

Junzhi Mu gazed at her with fury in his eyes.

But he didn't let go of her hand, instead stepping forward and bending down, his thin lips coming close to her ear.

His warm breath sprayed on her sensitive neck, Qiao Bao'er instantly stiffened all over. He murmured, "Qiao Bao'er, if one day, I did something bad to you, would you forgive me like this too..."

< Qiao Bao'er was stunned and didn't react, her ear filled with his ambiguous murmur. >

What does he mean

When she looked up, Junzhi Mu and his two companions had already walked out of the ward, leaving her sitting on the bed, watching their departing figures in bewilderment.

Vaguely, she also heard Pei Haoran's question, "Liu Yiy also in this hospital, should we go see her"

"...has been discharged from the hospital."

Jo Bao'er watched as the nurse shut the door behind her, the sounds from outside fading into silence completely.

She lowered her head, gazing blankly at her abdomen.

Actually, there was one thing Qiao Bao'er didn't say.

"Aunt Zhang is Liu Yiy's biological mother…" She thought, perhaps even Jun Zhimou didn't know this.

Strangely, she let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

Perhaps she didn't need to worry about Aunt Zhang at all. Even if Jun Zhimu didn't listen to her, the one surnamed Liu would personally speak up and persuade him.

In the hospital corridor, Junzhi Mu's phone suddenly rang.

The company executives from headquarters had some urgent matters to attend to. His face was grim, as usual, giving instructions about various arrangements. Pei Haoran and Lu Qinian walked beside him.

"Just pretend you don't know"

When they stepped into the elevator, Jun Zhi牧 had just hung up the phone. Lu Qinan couldn't help but speak.

They all knew very well that Qiao Baier's fainting spell due to blood loss was the doing of a woman named Zhang Cuifang.

To just let her go This isn't like the Jun family's style.

Pei Haoran raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze shifting to Jun Zhimu beside him.

"I will handle it."

Jun Zhi Mu's cold face didn't show much emotion, he replied in a cold voice.

Lu Qinan, hearing him say that, didn't ask any further questions. After the three of them left the elevator, they each went about their own business.

"I can't even get you to do a small favor!"

At this time, a milk tea shop across from the north gate of the No. 1 High School in the city.

A mother and daughter sat facing each other. The young woman's face was contorted with anger as she screamed, "I told you to put the whole bag of medicine in it for her to drink..."

"Little Butterfly…" Zhang Damai kept her head down, calling out to the young woman across from her with an embarrassed expression.

"Shut up!"

Liu Yiyin seemed to be extremely angry. She slammed her fist on the table and stood up abruptly from her chair.

"How many times have I told you, stop calling me that old-fashioned name! Are you senile, or are you helping that Qiao Baoer out, trying to get me killed on purpose!"

"No, not at all." Zhang Damo's heart skipped a beat and she stood up too.

"Aiya, you... you asked me to give Bao'er medicine, but..." But she felt guilty.

"How dare you speak up for her, I'm your daughter!"

Liu Yiyi glared at her angrily, her face full of indignation. She had heard the news that Qiao Baier had fainted from excessive bleeding in a hotel that night, and she thought no matter what, the bastard's child would definitely be gone, but it was actually still there!

Lily angrily lashed out at her mother, "Mom, we are all each other has. I've been away from home for so long, enduring so much hardship. My heart is always with you, but what about you You always side with those outsiders! Do you know that Qiao Bao'er, that wretch, stole my man Jun Zhi Mu was supposed to be your son-in-law!"

Zhang Da Ma saw that since she had become a famous movie star, her temper became increasingly arrogant. Looking at her daughter dressed in fine clothes before her, she felt incredibly humble.

"Aiyi, Mom knows, Mom is useless. I can't give you a good living environment, but..."

She looked at her daughter opposite, cautiously persuading, "Yiyi, you told me before that you were pregnant, and Baobao wanted to harm your child in your womb, but Baobao is not that kind of person. If her husband really didn't love her, she definitely wouldn't pester him..."

"You really know Qiao Bao'er well, don't you!" Liu Yiy said impatiently, directly shouting at her in anger.

Immediately, she scowled and quickly pulled a suspicious bag of powder from her latest season's handbag, slapping it onto the desk.

She lifted her chin and commanded haughtily, "That foolish Qiao Baoer probably hasn't noticed you yet. Tomorrow, go to the hospital and bring her a bowl of soup. This time, remember to add all the medicine!"

"No, this is murder." Zhang Dama felt uneasy seeing the bag of medicine again.

"Even if we're really found out, it's fine, Junzhi Mu will protect you."

Liu Yiy's voice was confident and smug, as if she were tired of communicating with her mother. She grabbed her bag and turned to leave directly.

Zhang Da Ma's face was full of anxiety, and she quickly ran out to try to catch up with her...

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

A young man in a suit and tie came walking towards them, bumping into Zhang's mother.

"Our shop is closed today."

"Zhang Damo apologized to the man before her, her gaze fixed on Liu Yiyin ahead. She started walking towards her, intending to go and persuade her."

"Ma'am, I'm here to order ten thousand cups of milk tea," the man didn't leave, but instead stepped forward, blocking her path and smiling brightly at her.

Zhang Da Ma, however, froze when she heard the words "ten thousand cups of milk tea."

She whirled around, startled, "You..."

"Ma'am, you wouldn't recognize me now Six years ago, I was a frequent customer at your tea shop..." The man looked refined and polite, but his tone wasn't very friendly.

"Today, I'm also here to order ten thousand cups of milk tea, but this time it's a little different..."

He smiled enigmatically, then passed forward a handwritten letter in his hand, “This time, all the milk tea must be made before sunset today.”

"This, this can't be possible." It only took half a day.

The man shoved the letter into Zhang Dama's hands, his voice cold as he added, "There are some things that, even if impossible, must be done."

Zhang Da Ma's rough hands clutched the high-quality paper, unfolding it with trembling fingers.

There is a faint smell of ink, the kind that comes from a high-quality fountain pen. The writing is strong and powerful, and even Zhang Da Ma, who doesn't know much about calligraphy, can see that these characters outline a sense of anger and warning.

Zhang Dama looked at the words 'daughter' and 'ruined reputation', her heart filled with anxiety.

Especially when she looked at the right side of the paper, the black ink inscription "Junzhi Mu" written by that pen, Zhang's face instantly turned pale.

"He knew it all..." An Lai. She didn't know what the video was about, but An Lai himself was already suspicious. Now that Tang Yu had gone to him, it must be something serious."Miss Qiao, is your ankle from last time st...