The senior's face instantly flushed red.
"I... I..."
My brother impatiently interrupted him.
"What do you mean 'I'? You must like my sister, right?"
I quickly covered his mouth.
"I'm sorry, Senior. I'll apologize to you next time we meet."
Then I pushed them, along with my mom, to a secluded spot.
"What do you want from us? Didn't we already give you the money?"
My mom crossed her arms, her face full of disdain.
"Twenty thousand yuan is just pocket change; it won't even last a few days for your brother's medicine."
I looked down at my brother's leg. According to the timeline from my past life, it should have healed by now.
"Is there really no hope for your leg?"
As I asked, I began to massage it, intentionally applying pressure. He winced in pain but remained still.
"It definitely can't be helped; have you forgotten what the doctor said back then?"
Of course, I remembered. The doctor had said that as long as he did his rehabilitation exercises diligently, his leg would surely recover. But at that time, I had been swayed by my mom's words and convinced myself that his leg would never heal.
"Is that so? What a pity."
I pressed down harder, and he cried out in pain.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
I feigned concern while nearly laughing inside.
He glared at me resentfully but didn't say anything.
"How about this: I'll ask my advisor for a leave and use my savings to take you back and get your leg treated."
"Really? That would be great!"
My mom was unreservedly happy.
"What? You want to take leave to go home?"
"Have you forgotten how badly you were hurt? We went through so much trouble to get you out."
The mentor slammed his hand on the table in frustration.
I understood why he was angry; after all, we had barely escaped, so why would I want to go back and suffer again?
I quickly explained, "My brother loves to pretend he's paralyzed, so I’ll just let him stay that way. It’d be best if he never stands up for the rest of his life."
Once I got home, I pushed my brother, who was pretending to be paralyzed, to get acupuncture.
The mentor approved my leave on the condition that I handle things at home. He said someone like me shouldn’t waste their talent in such a family.
On my way back to the dorm, I ran into a senior.
To be honest, I didn’t want anyone to see that kind of family disgrace.
"Are you okay?"
The senior stood in front of me.
I fought back tears, lifted my head, and forced a smile.
"I'm doing fine."
"I'm really sorry about what happened today. Don’t listen to what they say."
He waved his hand dismissively, looking unconcerned.
"It’s nothing; actually, my brother is right."
"What?"
I pretended to hear someone shouting from upstairs and hurried back to my dorm.
Right now, I didn’t dare or want to hold anyone back. So for the feelings I had for the senior, all I could do was hide.
"Su Qing, who is that young man today?"
"Where does he live? Is his family wealthy?"
Her inquiries weren't about my feelings; she simply wanted to know how much bride price I could secure if I married him.
"He lives in the countryside; his parents farm, and he has six younger brothers."
I casually made up a story, and to my surprise, she believed it, her expression immediately turning sour.
"I'm telling you, stay away from people like him. It's just wishful thinking."
I nodded in agreement.
When I got home, my younger brother was sitting in his wheelchair, giving orders with confidence.
"Quick, get me a glass of water! Do you want me to die of thirst?"
My mom was beside me, giving me frantic signals to hurry up.
I carefully carried the freshly boiled water over, but suddenly my hand slipped, and the scalding liquid spilled all over his pants.
He screamed in pain instantly.
My mom rushed to push me aside and hurriedly wiped him down.
"What’s wrong with you? You can’t even pour a glass of water without making a mess! What if you burn him?"
After cleaning him up, my mom stood in front of me with a stern face, raising her hand as if to hit me.
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