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When Ning Lu held her "peacefully sleeping" son and listened to Ye Lingling pour out every grievance in her heart, her whole body suddenly stiffened. The son in her arms, whom she loved for his fondness for sleep, suddenly felt like a red-hot iron bar, scorching Ning Lu's heart with pain.

The reason she had been so angry in the first place was that she had finally found a good girl willing to accept her useless son. And what had happened?

What the hell had that bastard son of hers been doing?!

Never mind wrecking the medicinal herbs filling the room, never mind becoming a laughingstock for the patients inside the clinic—Ning Lu did not care much about any of that. Just seeing Chen Hong, a grown boy, bully a little girl had made her feel as if her head had been struck by a heavy hammer! With her son acting like such a bastard, he still wanted to marry into a good family someday?! Marry, my ass! No—he could not even marry an ass!

How could Ning Lu not be angry under those circumstances? If she had not made her stance clear on the spot, she would not have been able to hold her head up before either the Ye Family or the Ning Family! One was Ning Lu's birth family, and the other was her mother's birth family.

As a healer, Ning Lu had been very measured in her blows. She had not actually intended to beat her son to death; she mainly wanted to put on a show and give Ye Lingling an explanation.

Even if her son's reputation as a bastard became firmly established afterward, Ning Lu could still remain within the circles of both families and continue lying low for her bastard son's Life's Major Event. All one could say was that parents' hearts were pitiful everywhere.

Though Ning Lu's love was rather bone-chilling.

When a parent's heart collided with a Benevolent Heart of a Healer, it created a different kind of feeling within Ning Lu.

As Chen Hong would put it whenever he irritated Ning Lu: two positives make a negative.

Just look at that! Just look at that! Could Chen Hong, who could say something like that, possibly avoid getting beaten?

Chen Hong's Little Diary:

"This morning, I went to Spirit Hall to collect this month's government disaster relief food, then went to the Blacksmith Shop to visit Dad."

"Grandpa Bishop praised my intelligence and told me to stay in the city for now while he reported it to the main hall."

"I haven't visited Mother in a long time. Mother must have been very surprised by my arrival, right? But why do I feel like I'm missing some memories???"

"Mother introduced me to a girl named Ye Lingling, but why did Mother suddenly become so gentle with me??? Gentle Mother is wonderful—the most beautiful woman in the world."

Inside the candlelit wooden hut, Chen Hong lay in the middle of the floor, wrapped head to toe in bandages. He laboriously wrote in his diary with his fingers, then used every ounce of his strength to place it in the most conspicuous spot in the room, hoping Ning Lu would notice it at first glance the next time she entered.

Yes, Chen Hong was admitting defeat a little. With Ning Lu's exquisite control over her strength, Chen Hong had suffered minor fractures throughout his body. He could only write in his diary, using warm and affectionate words to deepen Mother's guilt so she would treat him better over the next few days.

Provoking and soothing—Chen Hong had always handled both with perfect precision. What happened this time was just an accident! He had never expected Ye Lingling's betrayal to cut so deeply that he had not even been given room or time to explain himself!

Chen Hong could only use two words to describe what he had gone through today:

Fucking brilliant!

What? You said that was not two words? Did that not also perfectly describe Chen Hong's mood today?

Rustle.

Chen Hong was pressing his head against the floor, inching along like a caterpillar as he slowly rubbed Chen Hong's Little Diary toward the most conspicuous spot by the door. Then he suddenly turned his head and saw his wooden sliding door slowly open a crack. A small, frail figure flickered in and out of view beneath the dim candlelight.

Chen Hong: "."

Ye Lingling: "."

Under the faint candlelight, Chen Hong, whose little scheme had been discovered, fell silent for a moment. Then, without looking back, he turned and rapidly wriggled toward the bedding Mother had spread for him in the center of the floor.

He quickly shoved the blanket aside with his head, burrowed beneath it, and forced himself to pretend he was already asleep.

"."

Inside the empty wooden hut, no one spoke. The candle flame swayed, then slowly went out.

As Chen Hong burrowed into the warm bedding Mother had personally prepared for him, he was wondering whether that annoying little girl had finally retreated in the face of difficulty when he suddenly felt his blanket shift slightly. His heart clenched.

Chen Hong's entire body stiffened. He did not dare move. He wanted to run, but his entire body was wrapped in bandages, leaving him only able to wriggle with his head.

A pair of frail, boneless little hands, cool yet warm, suddenly embraced Chen Hong from behind. Gentle waves of Soul Power slowly spread from those little hands and flowed into Chen Hong's body, gradually healing his many internal and external injuries.

"I'm sorry." A choked, trembling voice sounded behind Chen Hong.

"It's all... my fault." Even through the bandages, Chen Hong, curled up like a caterpillar, could still hear the trace of tears in the girl's voice beside his ear.

"." Chen Hong's body remained rigid as he stayed silent. At this moment, he truly did not want to say anything.

"I should have thanked you for letting me know that even a Support Soul Master can realize their own worth and meaning in life through other fields."

"You were clearly teaching me... telling me to learn to resist... telling me to learn to be brave."

"B-but... sob... I..."

Chen Hong suddenly felt a wave of warmth from behind. A pair of soft little hands tightly hugged him, trembling again and again as though their owner was trying to suppress her sobs.

"But when I faced Aunt Ning... I still instinctively chose to run away. I... I was so afraid you would hate me."

Pink-and-white petals slowly bloomed from Ye Lingling's chest. The frail, tender Begonia Flower Bud extended countless silken strands that wrapped around Chen Hong's entire body. Pure Life Soul Power slowly flowed into him through those tendrils, and Chen Hong discovered that the complicated injuries within his body were all improving at a visible rate.

Chen Hong sighed quietly in his heart. He had never blamed Ye Lingling, that little girl, at all. Mother beating him had been perfectly justified and only natural. Putting himself in her shoes, Chen Hong could understand Ning Lu's anger at the time.

Your best friend's daughter came to play at your house, and your delinquent son made her cry. Anyone would be angry.

What? Ning Lu had not beaten Chen Hong like a human being?

Chen Hong, question marks all over his face: Wasn't that perfectly normal corporal discipline at home? Dear Mother had been so measured in her blows. Every time afterward, Chen Hong felt refreshed all over, with no distracting thoughts left in his heart, and he became much more honest and well-behaved.