Reborn as a Weak Beauty Pampered by All

Chapter 1704: Chapter 1309: Admiration (3)

Seeing that Ming Han was really angry, Xi Jingyu wished he could slap himself. He put on a grin and said, "Bro, I messed up, I shouldn’t have brought that up. Just forgive me this time, alright?"

Ming Han snorted coldly and kept walking up the stone steps. His tone was displeased: "I don’t really have a birth mother. Since I was a kid, it’s always been my mom by my side—she took care of me, made sure I ate and drank, drove me to and from school, and when I got bullied,

it was my mom who took me to the house of the kid who bullied me, and argued with their parents—she never let me get bullied for nothing. I grew up because my mom taught me how to be a good person, taught me not to back down when faced with difficulties, taught me to stay optimistic and to never swallow anger.

She taught me to have the right values. And now, listen up: if you’re my friend, don’t ever mention "birth mother" in front of me again. In this life, I, Luo Minghan, have only one mother—and her name is Kang Li!

"Okay, okay, bro, I deserved a slap for what I just said."

Xi Jingyu lightly slapped his own mouth, then said, "Don’t worry. From now on, I promise not to speak nonsense like that in front of you."

"Promises mean anything?"

Ming Han shot Xi Jingyu a sideways glance and said, "If it happens again, I’ll just consider you not a friend anymore."

Xi Jingyu threw an arm around Ming Han’s shoulders, grinning, "Bro, trust me, I really didn’t mean anything by it."

"Still talking about it?"

Ming Han stared at him, eyes half-squinted.

Xi Jingyu shut his mouth, and at the same time shook his head like a rattling drum.

"We’re climbing a mountain, could you not put your arm around my shoulders? Don’t you know that’s dangerous?"

Ming Han slapped Xi Jingyu’s arm off his shoulder. Seeing a pavilion next to seven or eight stone steps ahead, he hurried over and sat down inside to rest.

Looking at the lush woods and the splashes of wildflowers, Ming Han’s thoughts drifted off.

Birth mother?

If she gave birth but didn’t raise him, what kind of "mother" is that?

Besides, he barely has any impression of that woman named Feng. Even though he’s seen her once or twice after all these years, in his heart, she never left a mark.

All he knows is that at first glance, she doesn’t look like a mother—especially not a good one.

She speaks with a pinched voice and looks at people like she’s sizing up merchandise. Ha! Who does she think she is?

She acts all high and mighty in front of him, as if he cares about having her as his so-called birth mother?

North City.

"What the hell do you want?"

Han Bin walked out of the office and was about to open the car door when a hand stopped him. When he saw who it was, his face instantly turned cold. "Was what I gave you last time not enough? Besides, I really think it was CEO Yang who sent you to my hotel room. After all, you showed up at the dinner with Yang; it’s not like I wanted anything from you—you get what I’m saying?"

"I obviously get it. But I’ve run into some trouble now, Han, you’re pretty much an acquaintance, so helping me out shouldn’t be a big deal, right?"

Xu Chunxia—that’s right, the woman stopping Han Bin from getting in his car was Xu Chunxia.

Funny thing was, the other day, Xu Chunxia was taking the thousand yuan that Xu Wei gave her to deposit at the bank, and as she passed the entrance of a department store, she unexpectedly spotted a somewhat familiar face. Without thinking, she went up to say hello, and the person she greeted was none other than Han Bin.

Before she left Shenzhen for North City, Xu Chunxia had been a kept woman for a guy named Yang Xuanlang—CEO Yang. Yang took her to a dinner, where she met Han Bin, who came from North City for a business deal. The two didn’t exchange a single word at the dinner—after all, everyone knew what Xu Chunxia’s role was: she was just a prop Yang brought along.

But the next morning, she woke up in Han Bin’s hotel room bed.

Because of this, Han Bin privately resented CEO Yang for being shady. He knew Yang probably meant well, giving him a chance to relax, but dropping her in his room without so much as a heads-up? Not to mention, he’d had a few drinks, so you can guess what happened that night.

He was still fuzzy in the morning, so he didn’t think much of it. But he saw the woman beside him was panicking, tears pouring out like they cost nothing, so feeling guilty, he just wrote her a check for fifty thousand yuan.

He thought that would be the end of it. Who could tell him that she—who should’ve stayed in Shenzhen—showed up in North City, and kept blocking him, instantly asking for fifty thousand yuan.

No—calling it "borrowing", but in his eyes, it was clearly demanding. As in, borrowing with no intention to pay back.