Chapter 240: Her Innocence Was Blown Away by the Wind

warmth, already explaining his attitude - one Jian Tong for another Xiao Heng, would he changeChange!Splendid SceneSince Xiao Heng hung up the phone, he sat there with a sullen face. Although he was s...Mrs. Jian hailed a taxi, the driver asked her where she was going. The people here were warm and cheerful, speaking in a dialect of Mandarin that wasn't quite standard. Mrs. Jian, who was usually very particular, didn't mind this at all at the moment.

Just as I was about to answer the driver's question, my phone vibrated. I instinctively gripped it tightly and stared at the caller ID for a long time.

Mrs. Jian hesitated, if she didn't answer, she could delay some time. Once she answered this call, there was no way for her to refuse.

The long, drawn-out ringtone finally fell silent. Mrs. Jian hadn't even had time to breathe a sigh of relief when the infernal sound started ringing again, relentlessly.

"Mo Bai ah."

"Mom, have you landed the plane yet"

On the phone, Jian Mo Bai was anxiously urging, "Mom, just go straight to find your sister. It's the guesthouse I told you about before, called 'Yi Ju'."

On the other end of the phone, Jian Mo Bai kept urging Madam Jian to find Jian Tong. He had seen this news about "Yi Ju" on a WeChat group. Someone who used to drink with him mentioned that the woman in the picture looked like someone they had seen on a forum.

After much painstaking effort, carefully following clues and leads, I finally uncovered this news.

He didn't want to die... Jian Mo Bai clenched his phone, urging Madam Jian repeatedly: "Mom, you tell Xiao Tong, please beg her to save me, or her brother will die."

Although the little girl appears tough, she has a soft heart. She certainly wouldn't want to see her beloved brother die.

The redness around Mrs. Jian's eyes, behind her sunglasses, intensified.

I just felt a sour and bitter feeling, my voice trembling with an indescribable sob:

"Mo Bai, Mom knows you need to rest well in the hospital. Mom will tell Xiao Tong and beg Xiao Tong to save you."

After hanging up the phone, Madam Jian almost slumped back in her seat: "Yi Ju, go to Yi Ju."

"A guesthouse"

"Hmm."

All the way, she remained silent. Even though the scenery here was beautiful, it couldn't soothe Jian Fu's anxious and weary heart.

A fist clenched, resting on my knee, trembling slightly, though I tried to hold it steady!

She glanced at the still-lit screen saver, a photo of her and Jian Zhen Dong, sweet and intimate.

But… at this moment, it's incredibly piercing!

Remembering Jian Zendong, Mrs. Jian's face turned ashen instantly.

After a long journey, the car veered off course more and more. "Are we lost"

The driver stopped the car: "This is it, right" He rolled down the window and pointed to a store in the distance. "There, Yi Ju, that's the shop."

After giving the cab fare, Mrs. Jian walked towards Yi Ju's direction. Standing before the gate of Yi Ju, she felt uneasy, her heart racing. She almost turned back several times, but thinking about Jian Mo Bai lying on the sickbed and Jian Zhen Dong who had already made it clear he was done with her, all her hesitation vanished, replaced by a surge of hatred.

Walk in.

At the front desk, a faint voice rang out simultaneously: "Welcome..." The woman at the front desk raised her head, and her gentle expression vanished. Her eyes widened abruptly, and her voice came to an abrupt halt.

Mrs. Jian pushed the door open and, the moment she looked up, was also stunned.

"Child…"

Almost as if in response to Mrs. Jian's call, the young woman who had been standing near the counter at the front desk turned and left without a word.

Mrs. Jian chased after her like the wind, reaching out to grab Jian Tong's arm: "Little Tong!"

At the sound of "Xiao Tong," Jian Tong's whole body stiffened. She lowered her head... Xiao Tong Xiao Tong, Xiao Tong, Xiao Tong

"Who are you calling Little Tong Little Tong is dead, Mrs. Jian, who are you calling!" She abruptly turned her head, eyes blazing red, staring intently at the middle-aged woman. She knew she was extremely agitated today.

But... can't do it! Can't bear it!

"Little one, I'm your mother. Please don't call me Mrs. Jian." The woman wept, tears streaming down her face, her eyes filled with remorse that knew no bounds!

Words can wound, often because they are too cruel.

"My mother" Jian Tong wanted to cry, she wanted to wail uncontrollably, but there was already Mrs. Jian crying her eyes out, this world had never lacked Jian Tong's tears.

So, don't cry, it's no use... she said to herself like that.

"Let go, Madam Jian. This isn't the first time I've called you Madam Jian, and naturally, it won't be the last."

Looking at the woman before her, she calmly stated, "I don't have a mother anymore. I haven't had one for a very long time."

Mrs. Jian was instantly overwhelmed with pain, a pain that felt like a thousand swords piercing her heart. Today, she truly understood the depth of it all. The hand she had been gripping onto Tong's arm with such force went limp.

As soon as he was free, Jian Tong turned and left.

Not until Jian Tong walked two meters away did Mrs. Jian suddenly realize, she strode after him, grabbing Jian Tong's hand again and hoarsely calling out:

"Little one! Mò Bái, your brother, he has leukemia!"

For a moment, Jian Tong felt like she was hallucinating. After hearing the terrible news, she stood there frozen, unable to move.

"Jian Mo Bai...got leukemia" It took her a long while to ask.

Mrs. Jian nodded, tears welling in her eyes.

"Oh..." He was stunned for a moment, "Leukemia is not incurable. The Jian family's money is enough to treat his illness."

"Child, how, how..." How could you say that Mo Bai is your brother!

Mrs. Jian stopped crying, blinked her eyes, and looked at the familiar face before her with an unfamiliar strangeness.

"Mrs. Jian, your son is ill, so it's best to focus on treating him. Holding onto me won't help, I'm not a doctor."

"I know, but, but the doctor said, your brother needs a bone marrow transplant. Neither my match nor his father's was successful." Speaking, Mrs. Jian looked at the woman before her with difficulty.

Seeing Mrs. Jian's expression, Jian Tong finally understood... She slowly lowered her head, her hair cascading down, extending her empty hand to gently support her bowed forehead. Mrs. Jian couldn't see her expression, but she saw the shoulders of the woman before her trembling, the movement growing larger and larger.

"Little one, don't cry. Your brother... he can be saved. Only you..."

A woman, burying her head with strands of hair covering most of her face, peeked out with the palm of her hand under her eyes. She gave a light sneer and said, “You misunderstand, Mrs. Jian,” She lifted her head, casually tucking her hair behind her ear, revealing a face devoid of any tears. With Mrs. Jian's expression of bewilderment, she continued:

"Why am I crying"

Why cry She didn't cry. She merely pulled a faint smile, "I'm just laughing at myself." Laughing at her own naivete, still clinging to fantasies.

The arrival of this woman before her, though she was frowning, still brought a warm surprise to her heart the moment she saw her. Although just for a fleeting instant—she thought, she hadn't been abandoned by her "parents," she thought, the woman she had called "Mom" for half her life...had missed her.

"Little one, don't do this, you... you save your brother, Mama begs you!"

It wasn't until Mrs. Jian pleaded and the woman in front of her explicitly stated it, that Jian Tong finally dismissed the naivete from her heart.

Stared blankly at Mrs. Jian:

"I'm sorry, I can't help."

After finishing his words, he shook off Mrs. Jian's hand, but the latter cried out, "Little one! That's your brother! Your own flesh and blood! If you don't save him, he'll die!"

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