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As Lin Xiao was leaving, he made sure to warn Zhao Fei to tell Wang Lei the truth as soon as possible.
On the third day, worried that Lin Xiao would inform Wang Lei, Zhao Fei struggled for two days before deciding to come clean herself. When Wang Lei returned home from work, he found Zhao Fei's suitcase in the living room.
"Xiao Fei, are you leaving?" he asked.
With tears streaming down her face, Zhao Fei replied, "Brother Lei, I'm leaving. Before I go, I want to say I'm sorry."
Wang Lei was somewhat puzzled. This girl was cheerful and kind-hearted; she often came to cheer him up while he was in the hospital. He couldn't think of anything she had done wrong.
"Brother Lei, I didn't tell you the truth. I actually have a father, but I'm a private daughter."
As she spoke, her sobs grew more intense, her emotions a mix of truth and pretense. She had always resented being called a private daughter.
"That's all something from your mother's generation; it has nothing to do with you. It's fine," he reassured her.
"Don't you blame me?" Zhao Fei looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, appearing pitiful.
"No, this is your private matter; you don't have to share it with me."
"Brother Lei, I want to tell you that I care about how you see me."
Wang Lei thought of Zhao Fei as a little sister and had no other intentions. Since she claimed to be Lin Xiao's friend, he naturally looked out for her—especially since she was such a lovely and understanding girl.
As Zhao Fei continued to cry, she instinctively threw herself into Wang Lei's arms. Seeing her so heartbroken, he leaned back slightly to avoid holding her too tightly but allowed her to stay close.
"My father isn't exactly bad; he just gives me some support money and never cares about my mother or me because he has his own son and daughter," she explained.
Wang Lei tried to comfort her. "You're grown up now; you can live for yourself."
"Yes, so I've decided not to take Xu Jianyun's support money anymore."
The name Xu Jianyun hung heavily in the air as Wang Lei pronounced it with emphasis; it was hard not to pay attention.
"Yes," Zhao Fei said, feeling a bit anxious about Wang Lei's reaction.
Recently, it has been quite difficult for you. Wang Lei couldn't quite put his feelings into words; it wasn't exactly deception, as it seemed Zhao Fei hadn't really lied to him about anything.
Wang Lei was an old hand at this, and with just a little clue, he could discern how much truth there was in what Zhao Fei had said before. Hearing Wang Lei's words made Zhao Fei feel a bit flustered. "Brother Lei, I didn't mean to deceive you. I just like you and was afraid you might mind."
"Where are you planning to go? I can give you a ride," Wang Lei replied, not taking Zhao Fei's admission of affection to heart. "Or do you have a driver coming to pick you up?"
"I'm not leaving," Zhao Fei said, deliberately throwing herself into Wang Lei's arms. He anticipated her move and gently pushed her onto the sofa.
Seeing Wang Lei's reaction, Zhao Fei began to perform a crying act on the sofa, looking like a delicate flower in the rain. Wang Lei felt a headache coming on; he had seen tantrums and relentless pursuers before, but Zhao Fei's pitiful sobbing while stealing glances at him reminded him of a child who hadn't gotten their candy.
"Have you eaten dinner yet?" Wang Lei asked helplessly.
"No, I'm hungry," Zhao Fei replied, sounding truly like a child.
Wang Lei didn't bring up the topic of her leaving again. By the time he brought out the noodles, Zhao Fei had already pushed her suitcase back into the room.
"I don't know what your eating habits are like, so just make do with this," he said. Wang Lei's cooking was average; after being alone for so long, he had learned to whip up some home-cooked meals.
"I like it," Zhao Fei said, seemingly trying to prove her words as she took big bites of the noodles.
Wang Lei couldn't help but smile inwardly; she really was just like a child.
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