Chapter 273

Zhong Yuhuan lightly inhaled.

It’s here.

She knew that with Huo Chengming’s temper, she wouldn’t be able to hide it any longer.

Zhong Yuhuan immediately shook her head like a rattle drum. “Don’t like.” Then, she thought about it and added, “If you’re talking about the romance type of like.”

Huo Chengming was silent.

Instead, it was Zhong Yuhuan who felt a bit unsure.

Why wasn’t Huo Chengming asking about himself?

That way, she would be able to take advantage of the situation and speak out, completely dispersing the ambiguous atmosphere.

But Huo Chengming didn’t speak.

It didn’t fit Huo Chengming’s nature! Sure, he was sometimes sullen and introverted, but when it was time to act, he never hesitated and would always be the most powerful and domineering.

But this time, Huo Chengming just tightly grasped the steering wheel without saying anything.

How could Zhong Yuhuan have known that her words from before left too deep of an impression on Huo Chengming?

Huo Chengming had just consciously broken his bottom line of moral integrity. He considered that a sin, a crime – something he would definitely not dare to do normally.

Losing control today was the result of Wen Yongchen being too disgusting for human limits.

While Zhong Yuhuan’s mind was still in a mess, Huo Chengming suddenly spoke again, asking, “Does Huanhuan still remember what happened when we were young?”

“How young?”

“Before seven or eight years old.”

Zhong Yuhuan shook her head. “I don’t remember.”

She had her original memory as well as the original owner’s memory, so the older memories would naturally become fuzzy and mixed together.

Huo Chengming said, “I still remember.”

Zhong Yuhuan immediately perked up. She could immediately tell what Huo Chengming’s words implied; was he going to tell her about what happened in the orphanage?

To be honest, she had never asked about that time in their lives, nor had they ever voluntarily said anything.

There were posts about Li Jinyuan stealing in the orphanage online to deliberately smear him. Did Huo Chengming suddenly raise this topic up because he was worried that those posts would smear him as well, misinforming her?

“When the car accident with my parents occurred, I was sitting in the middle seat in the back.” When Huo Chengming spoke, his voice didn’t carry any emotions. He was so calm that it was like he was talking about a stranger.

“They brought me into a colleague’s car. There wasn’t much space in the car, and my mom’s figure was slender, so she sat on the middle seat of the back row, holding me on her lap. When the car went on the bridge, it crashed against a transport truck. Only I survived. Then, I switched between my two uncles and aunt. Finally, I stayed with my grandpa for three months. After those three months, my uncle picked me up and brought me to a welfare institution.”

“How they split the compensation, how they discussed about me… He left the institution in a hurry. I remember it all.”

“The welfare home was very remote. There were many people who came to drop off children but only a few who would come to adopt. One year, the subsidy wasn’t enough to buy winter clothes for everyone.”

Zhong Yuhuan opened her mouth, then closed it without saying anything.

She quietly waited for Huo Chengming to continue.

“They thought of a way: switch the winter clothing between the children. Whoever was going out would wear them. The ones who were not would be inside wrapped up in their quilts and huddled on their beds, taking turns to look through picture books donated by kindhearted people. A day would be spent entirely like that.”

“There was nothing that belonged to me.” Huo Chengming’s tone was calm, so calm that he sounded numb.

“My parents were both gone, and those so-called uncles and aunt… all had their own families. I barely even touched the compensation money before it went to them. After I entered the welfare institution, winter clothes were switched around, and donated books and stationery had to be shared.”

Zhong Yuhuan sympathized with Huo Chengming.

In the beginning, she felt that it was all plot made by the original author. Why would they give the villain such a miserable past? Why can’t they just let him grow up well?