Six years later, she amazed the world with her three children

During these days lying on the hospital bed, Rong Che felt like every day was a year. He knew that his godfather had no chance of survival, and even if he himself could survive, he would not be able to avoid imprisonment.

He knew that there was no chance for him and He Keyuan to be together, so what would happen next? What would he do after he got out of jail after spending a few years in jail? He didn't know, and he didn't dare to think about it.

From the day he took the wrong step, he was destined to be a man without a future. At this moment, he even still felt that death was a relief. The only thing he was reluctant to leave was He Keyuan.

That silly girl loved him so much, she would definitely be devastated if he died. Would she be able to get over it? Would it take her several years to get over it?

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a sound outside the ward. I looked up and saw that the person who came in was Zhan Sichen. Because of his identity, no one was allowed to visit him. These days, he lay alone in the hospital bed, counting the time.

He was really grateful to Zhan Si Chen. It was thanks to him that he and He Keyuan were able to escape from the fire last time. If he hadn't insisted on asking Jin Linfeng to put on a bulletproof vest this time, he would have died long ago.

Seeing Zhan Sichen coming in, Rong Che propped himself up and tried to sit up, but his wound was very painful and it was a bit difficult.

"If you can't sit up, just lie down." Zhan Sichen said.

"No need." Rong Che still forced himself to sit up. Facing Zhan Sichen, it was very impolite to talk to him while lying down like this.

"Thank you." At this moment, Rong Che didn't know what to say. He had a lot to say, but in the end, these two words were the only ones he could say.

Zhan Sichen didn't respond and just sat down next to his bed.

"Are Mrs. Zhan and the children okay?" This is what Rong Che has been worried about, but he can only lie here these days, completely cut off from the news.

"Fortunately, Dean Liang was also rescued."

"That's good." Rong Che was finally relieved. Then he paused for a moment and asked, "What about Ke Yuan? Is she okay?"

He never dared to ask He Keyuan. In fact, it was a kind of escape. He was afraid to know.

"And he's been hiding it from her."

It was also thanks to Ou Xiangbei that he had been pretending to be Rong Che to talk to her, so he was able to keep it a secret until now.

Rong Che stopped talking and couldn't say anything for a while.

"Tell me about it." Zhan Sichen said, "Tell me about you and your godfather."

He knew that Zhan Sichen would ask these questions, and Rong Che would certainly say them too.

"The day I met my godfather was a very dark day in my life. My parents divorced when I was three years old, and I have always lived with my grandmother, who paid for my education.

When I was just seven years old, my grandmother passed away, and I was left alone. My grandmother didn't have much savings, so she couldn't leave much for me. It was barely enough to make ends meet, and there was no extra money for tuition.

It was raining that day, and I went to my father's house to ask for tuition fees. I could smell the aroma of roasted chicken when I walked to the door, but as soon as I entered, they hid themselves. When they heard that I needed tuition fees, my father and my stepmother kept crying poor.

They said that it was already difficult for them to raise two children and they had no ability to raise me. My dad told me to go to my mom, saying that my mom had married a rich man and my tuition was just a drop in the bucket.

Then I had no choice but to go find my mother. My mother was married to a wealthy man in our local area and lived in a big villa. I was young at that time and really didn’t understand much. He opened the door for me and I went in.

Then my rain-soaked shoes made their floor dirty. I will always remember that her nanny was so angry and kept complaining that the floor she had just cleaned was dirty again by me.

My stepfather was also very angry and kept scolding my mom, asking her how she educated her children. Why didn't she have even the most basic manners? She didn't even know to polish her shoes before entering the house, and my mom didn't say a word except admitting her mistake.

When Rong Che said this, his voice was trembling, and one could feel the pain in his heart, because that incident really hurt him a lot.

He calmed down and continued, "At that time, I knew that I didn't have a mother either, so I didn't ask for tuition. That incident made me particularly sensitive. To put it bluntly, I had low self-esteem.

I was particularly afraid that others would say that I was a wild child with no manners or upbringing, so I became very cautious in everything I did after that, and over time I became what I am now.

There is no personality, no edges, and people can't see my true emotions, which is a kind of hypocrisy."

Rong Che laughed at himself at this point, and then continued, "Let's go back to that day. I was in a bad mood when I came out of my mother's house because it was raining that day and there were not many people on the road. Suddenly, I heard a loud noise and saw my godfather being chased and beaten by a group of people.

At that time, I felt that the person who was beaten was particularly pitiful, just as pitiful as I was. Then my godfather got rid of those people and hid, and I helped him lead those people away. He was very grateful to me.

He hadn't eaten at the time, and neither had I. The rain was getting heavier. I knew he was from another place and had no home here, so I took him back home to the shabby house my grandmother left for me.

It was not until I arrived at the No. 1 High School that I found out that he had committed a crime in the south city and fled to our place because no one cared about him. Then we began to depend on each other. Maybe he was grateful to me, because he was the one who paid my tuition in the end.

For more than a year after that, we both lived in that small house. He worked as a laborer to support my studies, and also did some other things. Although my godfather was not well educated, he was very smart and could think of many ways to make money that others could not think of.

Then suddenly one day he became rich. He said he was wealthy, took me to live in a big house, and bought me lots of toys that I had never even seen before. He also took me to the amusement park. In short, he made up for the happiness that I didn't experience as a child.

Then he gradually became busier, making a lot of phone calls and contacting a lot of people every day, but in my opinion, they were all particularly shady people, but my godfather didn't let me ask, he said he was doing big business now.

This comfortable life lasted for more than two years. Suddenly one night he came back covered in blood, saying that the police were looking for him and that he wanted to take me to move overnight. So I followed him.

He was shot, but he was afraid of being caught and couldn't go to the hospital, so I stayed with him and hid under a damp bridge tunnel. We just had to endure it like this. That night was so long for me. I was so scared. I was really afraid that he would die, but he survived.

For the next few days he hid under the bridge, and I secretly went to bring him meals every day and bought him medicine to treat his wounds. After the storm passed, he said he had to escape from here, but I was studying here and I couldn't leave.

It was at that time that he left me the phone and told me that if anyone asked, I should say that I had never seen him and that I must hide the phone well. From that time on, I got into the habit of putting the phone in my clothes.

So I would sew an inner pocket on each piece of clothing and keep the phone hidden on my body. Since then, I have rarely met my godfather and basically we communicated by phone.

After he left, I had nightmares almost every night. I dreamed that he was lying in a pool of blood and that he would never come back.

To me, he was really my only relative. Even though I knew he was a bad guy, I was really afraid that he would die. That was when I had the idea of ​​becoming a police officer. "