Chapter 10 Injustice, It’s Okay to Cry.

Jiang Wansheng’s gaze froze, an uncontrollable sourness suddenly emanating from her nose, her watery eyes rising with mist.

The overwhelming sense of injustice surged, impossible to suppress.

The bitterness and pain buried deep in her heart since that phone call earlier today, like a floodgate opening, densely enveloping her heart, fragile and vulnerable.

How did he see through it when she had disguised it so well?

Calm, indifferent.

This was what she was good at, using it to mask her fragility, how did he know?

With moistened eyes, as if something was falling, she somewhat hesitantly raised her hand to wipe it away.

“Jiang Wansheng, crying won’t help, don’t upset Uncle.”

She pretended, “I’m not feeling unjust.” But the tears rolling down her cheeks betrayed her.

Taking a deep breath, even with tears in her eyes, she forced a smile, “I don’t want to cry, but I can’t control it, sorry…”

Perhaps no one had ever said to her so seriously: Injustice, it’s okay to cry.

So hearing it for the first time, the powerful impact instantly made her emotions spiral out of control.

Qin Mo’s jaw tensed, watching her forced smile, a thin layer of coldness rising in his pitch-black eyes.

Jiang Wansheng struggled to control the moisture in her eyes, silently taking several deep breaths before barely stopping the silent tears from falling.

Qin Mo clenched his back teeth, his hand covering her delicate neck, his tiger’s mouth under her chin, his fingers exerting force, lifting her lowered head, “Jiang Wansheng, look at me.”

“…Uncle.”

“Why do you feel sorry for being sad in front of others.” Qin Mo’s voice was cold and unquestionable, “Injustice is the emotion you should have, crying is your right to vent.”

“Jiang Wansheng, who taught you to swallow your grievances.”

Her eyes filled with moisture, her nose turning red, “Crying won’t help, I’ve known since I was young, children who cry don’t necessarily get candy.”

Qin Mo’s brows furrowed, how were her parents raising her.

He had heard Qin Weizhao talk about Jiang Wansheng’s family situation, at that time he had casually listened to her complaints, but now he keenly felt the harm that Jiang Wansheng’s original family had caused her, suddenly finding it unbearable.

A strange, inexplicable ache spread in his heart, the unfamiliar pain seemed to be tugging at his nerves.

“Lin Tang.”

Lin Tang tried to act like a dead person, caught off guard by the sudden call.

He quickly responded, “Third Master.”

“Pull over.”

Lin Tang was puzzled, but still found a place to park the car.

Jiang Wansheng looked at him in confusion.

He silently opened the car door, his tall figure stepping directly into a 24-hour convenience store on the roadside.

She sniffed, turning her head to look at him.

Two to three minutes later, Qin Mo returned to the car.

“Let’s drive.”

Lin Tang continued to start the car.

Jiang Wansheng looked at him, before she could say anything, something hard was suddenly pressed into her mouth.

She instinctively bit down.

Sweet.

It was candy.

Qin Mo asked softly, “Is it sweet?”

Jiang Wansheng nodded blankly, “Why…”

Qin Mo placed the remaining candy in her hand, “A child who used to cry and didn’t receive candy, now gets it.”

The carriage fell into a silent emptiness, the light dim.

She looked at the colorful candies in her hand, as if losing the ability to articulate.

The dampness that had just receded returned, this time not from injustice, not from bitterness.

But from an inexpressible fullness.

She rolled the candy in her mouth, carefully putting the remaining candy in her pocket, “Uncle, I will cherish these candies very much.”

Qin Mo chuckled lazily, “They were bought for you to eat, you can buy more after finishing them.”

“It’s different.” She said solemnly, “You saved me twice today, it means a lot to me.”

Qin Mo seemed to be intrigued, a hint of interest in his black eyes, “Do you want to repay me?”

Jiang Wansheng nodded earnestly, her clear eyes filled with seriousness, “Hmm.”

“How do you want to repay?” He supported his chin with one hand, lazily looking at her.

Jiang Wansheng was unguarded, “Within my capabilities, you can make any request.”

He repeated leisurely, “Any request, really?”

Jiang Wansheng nodded eagerly.

She completely changed her view of Uncle today.

Uncle looked fierce and intimidating on the outside, but inside, he was very gentle and gentlemanly.

He definitely wouldn’t make things difficult for her, so she responded resolutely.

Lin Tang in front, listening to this conversation, felt distressed.

This young girl really lacked experience, his family’s Third Master was an extremely aggressive wolf, cold-faced and hard-hearted. Giving the right to make requests completely freely to the Third Master, the consequences were truly unimaginable.

“Alright, I’ll let you know when I think of something.”

…

Following Jiang Wansheng’s request, Lin Tang drove the car to the school’s side entrance.

“Third Master, Miss Jiang, we’ve arrived at Fuhua University.”

Jiang Wansheng, holding her bag, prepared to get off the car, “Thank you, Assistant Lin, goodbye, Third Master.”

As she moved, her wrist was encircled by a large hand, “The cookies you gave me last time were delicious, can you make anything else.”

Jiang Wansheng: “I can make some Chinese pastries, I can make them for you if you’d like.”

“Sure.”

“When do you want them, tomorrow?”

“No rush.” He still held her wrist, feeling the smooth and tender touch, he was reluctant to let go, “It depends on your schedule.”

Jiang Wansheng’s mind was focused on making pastries for him, not noticing that his hand was still holding hers, “Whenever you want them, you can contact me anytime.”

At her words, Qin Mo raised an eyebrow, “Anytime you want, you can contact me?”

“Yes.”

Qin Mo couldn’t help but let out a light laugh from his throat, the smile reaching his eyes.

With clear features, deep eyes, and a naturally handsome face, his smile almost dazzled her.

He knew she didn’t understand, and didn’t intend to explain, changing the subject, “How can I contact you.”

Without hesitation, Jiang Wansheng replied, “Through Qin Weizhao.”

At her words, the smile in Qin Mo’s eyes faded by half, “Don’t want to give me your contact information?”

His tone sounded somewhat like an interrogation.

Afraid of him misunderstanding, Jiang Wansheng said, “It’s not that, I’m mainly worried that you might not want it, I don’t want to presume.”

“At such a young age, you’re quite sensitive.” He released her wrist, his cold, slender hand reaching out in front of her, “Give me your phone.”

Jiang Wansheng quickly handed him her phone.

He took it, tapping the screen a few times, then a vibration sounded in the car.

“This is my private number, my WeChat ID is the same as my phone number, add me when you get back, contact me directly in the future.”

Qin Mo’s tone was firm and unquestionable.

Jiang Wansheng silently took back her phone, nodding obediently.

Satisfied, Qin Mo said, “Alright, you can go back now.”

Jiang Wansheng got off the car with her bag.

Just a few steps away, she turned back.

Her slender fingers curled up, tapping on the car window.

The window slowly rolled down, revealing Qin Mo’s cold and handsome face.

“What’s up?”

“Uncle, was that your first request?”

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow, noncommittal, “Let me see your pastries first.”

Then, the window rolled up, and Jiang Wansheng watched as the black Bugatti slowly drove into the night.