Plunder-Chapter 56 - Marry a Good Person
Chapter 56: Chapter 56: Marry a Good Person
Chapter 56 -56: Marry a Good Person
Half an hour later, Qiao En’s mother woke up.
Qiao En had been by her side the whole time.
“Mom, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kept it from you.”
Qiao En apologized.
She had gotten in too deep, and getting out unscathed was not so easy.
She didn’t want her family to suffer, but the opponent was ruthless and she couldn’t guard against him.
Qiao En’s mother, with red eyes, stared fixedly at her.
Suddenly, she raised a hand and slapped Qiao En across the face.
She had never hit her before in her whole life.
Qiao En didn’t dodge, nor did she cry out in pain.
“Enya, you’ve really disappointed me.”
Qiao En’s mother trembled as she scolded.
Qiao En kept her eyes lowered and didn’t utter a word.
She had always shared only the good news, never the troubles.
When she signed a life contract with Mrs. Zhou three years ago, she only told her mother that she had found a good employer.
Qiao En’s father survived death, but his mother knew nothing, and Qiao En never spoke about it.
She hadn’t even told her mother that Qiao En’s father had undergone a kidney transplant.
She simply thought that Qiao En was lucky and capable.
Leaving Nanchen, Qiao En didn’t tell her family.
And when she took a job in public relations, she didn’t mention it either.
Qiao En’s father was a respected teacher, and Qiao En’s mother had basked in that respect her whole life; they could never accept Qiao En’s moral decline.
“How could you do such a shameless thing? How has your father always taught you? Enya, you’re slapping both your father’s and my face. How are we supposed to live after this?”
Qiao En’s mother asked one question after the other.
Qiao En was at a loss for words, she hadn’t thought so deeply when making those decisions.
“Mom, I’m sorry.”
She just kept apologizing.
Angry, Qiao En’s mother got off the sickbed, left Qiao En, and went back to Qiao En’s father’s room.
“His dad, no more treatment. Her money is dirty. Let’s go home!”
In her anger, Qiao En’s mother reached to pull out the needles from Qiao En’s father’s arm, insisting on taking him away.
Qiao En rushed in, and tried to stop her, but her mother was relentless.
“Your money is dirty; your father and I don’t want it.”
Qiao En’s mother cried out loudly.
The most hurtful thing in this world is a sword held by someone you care about.
Qiao En’s mother cried, and Qiao En’s father’s eyes reddened.
Only Qiao En stood there, without a single tear.
“Mom, sit down, I have something to tell you.”
Qiao En stood up, locked the ward door,
sat down on a chair, turned on her phone, and displayed her bank statements, showing daily withdrawals like streaming water.
“I’m sorry, I’ve hidden a lot from you. My dad’s disease isn’t just kidney disease; it’s renal failure, and without a transplant, he wouldn’t survive. Those three years, I was someone else’s mistress. The money isn’t dirty; I earned it through my own hard work, just wanting dad to live well.”
“Ah De’s three million debt, I drained my savings, but that hole could never be filled. I went into public relations, not as a prostitute like you thought; I earned money on my own skills, just trying to save my brother’s life.”
“I’m not your biological daughter, but you’ve raised me. You are the closest people in my world, the ones I care about the most. For you, I can give up everything.”
Qiao En’s revelation exploded like bombs one after another in her mother’s heart.
She sobbed uncontrollably and hugged Qiao En tightly.
“Enya, why didn’t you say anything?”
Qiao En’s mother held her and cried, and cried.
What good would it have been to say anything?
Would it only increase everyone’s heartache?
Qiao En gently patted her mother’s back, “Mom, I’m fine; the money I earn is clean.”
On the sickbed, Qiao En’s father opened his mouth; he couldn’t speak, but tears streamed down his face.
Qiao En wiped away his tears and forced a smile, “Dad, focus on getting better. Your good days are still ahead!”
Qiao En’s father nodded, his face a mess with saliva, snot, and tears.
At the doorway, a gaunt figure flashed by.
Qiao En did not pay attention.
The night was deep, and it was quiet.
Her father and mother had gone to bed, but Qiao En couldn’t sleep.
Recently, too many things had happened, one after the other, each linked to the next.
Even if she had the abilities of three heads and six arms, she was tired of coping.
She went downstairs to buy coffee, took the elevator, and forgot to press the floor button, inadvertently going to the rooftop.
So, Qiao En, holding her coffee, went to the rooftop.
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The rooftop was empty, devoid of people.
She found a secluded spot to sit down.
In the distance was the city’s hustle and bustle, the neon flashing, lights shining brightly; it was the worldly life she both coveted and wished to escape from.
Even further away, there were stars and oceans, the Milky Way shining; it was the divine and purity she could not touch.
Qiao En sipped her coffee, an iced Americano without sugar.
The bitter taste lingered on her tongue, gradually spreading into her heart.
“Is that you?”
She was looking up trying to spot the Big Dipper when a voice suddenly sounded from behind her.
Qiao En turned around and saw Ding Hao also holding a cup of coffee walking towards her.
“Doctor Ding hasn’t gotten off work yet?”
Qiao En asked.
“A hardworking wage earner has to work the night shift.”
Ding Hao joked, stretched his long legs, and plopped down next to Qiao En.
She shifted to the side a bit to increase the distance between them.
Ding Hao gave a soft chuckle through his nostrils.
Qiao En had a strong sense of personal space; it was an unsolvable issue.
He didn’t continue to get closer, took a big sip of coffee, placed the cup on the ground, leaned back against the railing, and asked, “Are you tired?”
He had heard everything she said in the hospital room that evening.
Qiao En hugged her knees, still looking into the distance.
“Tired.”
She exhaled softly, responding.
Living in this mundane world, driven by desires, how could she not be tired?
“Find someone to marry.”
Ding Hao, with his peculiar train of thought, turned his head to look at Qiao En and said.
“Marrying off a disaster?”
Qiao En joked.
With her current situation, wasn’t it indeed marrying off a disaster?
“I mean, find a good person to marry! Someone to share your burdens so you don’t have to be so tired.”
But how easy could it be to find that good person?
“Doctor Ding, even a skilled wife can’t cook without rice, let’s talk when I find that good person.”
The night breeze was a bit chilly; Qiao En picked up her coffee and stood up to leave.
Unfamiliar people, not suitable for deep conversations, especially at night.
She had just walked a few steps when Ding Hao braced with one hand and also stood up.
“What do you think of me? I don’t claim to be a good person, but I’m definitely not a bad one. If you’re willing to marry me, not worrying about food and clothing is the least, protecting you completely is my duty. If you want to work, work; if not, stay at home and educate our children. I assure you, with me, no one would dare to bully you or your family.”
Ding Hao’s eyes were intense, his mischievous gaze like the dark night, one hand casually in his pocket, staring at Qiao En’s back, waiting for her response.
Qiao En was shocked; she had not expected Ding Hao to make such a joke.
It was undeniable, the bait he threw was tempting.
But Qiao En was no longer a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, she did not believe in men’s vows, nor would she grab any man as a lifesaver just because she was in a tight spot.
“Doctor Ding, thanks anyway.”
This time, Ding Hao did not press her further.
He followed Qiao En’s back and said, “Stop fantasizing about Zhou Jin’an, you two are from different worlds, he’s not suitable for you.”
If he’s unsuitable, then you’re suitable?
Qiao En chuckled softly, shrugged at Ding Hao.
“But your shoulders aren’t broad enough.”
