He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 228 - 221 The sweetness of a nurturing system its very

Chapter 228: 221: The sweetness of a nurturing system, it’s very pampering (first update)

Chapter 228: 221: The sweetness of a nurturing system, it’s very pampering (first update)

Qiaolin Town was surrounded by mountains on all sides. The distance displayed on the navigation system wasn’t far, and He Dongzhou had estimated he would arrive by noon, but after two wrong turns in the mountains guided by the navigation system, it was past four in the afternoon by the time he finally made his way to Monkey Head Village. The car could only be driven to the stone monument marking the village’s name; beyond that point, he had to rely on his legs for the small paths that led further in.

Monkey Head Village was very small, with just over a dozen households scattered throughout, one here, another there.

The villagers of Monkey Head Village bore various surnames. Little Scar took her grandmother’s surname Xu. Grandma Xu spoke the local dialect and called Little Scar out from her room.

Little Scar was surprised to see He Dongzhou, her expression almost one of disbelief.

“Mr. He.”

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That’s how she addressed He Dongzhou.

He Dongzhou had only seen photographs of Little Scar before, and the video call last time was too dark to make out her features properly. The eighteen-year-old girl had blossomed into a stunning beauty, the kind that could stir the heart. Personally, He Dongzhou even thought that the birthmark on the corner of her eye suited her very well, adding just the right touch of imperfection.

She bore a strong resemblance to Wen Yuan.

Since the moment He Dongzhou had walked in, Grandma Xu had been constantly busy: brewing tea, fetching snacks, and even stepping out to bring back two watermelons, a big bag of freshly picked grapes, a fish, and a duck.

Grandma Xu didn’t speak Mandarin and gestured to He Dongzhou to eat, but he couldn’t understand what she said.

Little Scar translated from the side, “Grandma says she’s going to cook and asks you to stay for dinner.”

The old lady was so sincere that He Dongzhou felt it would be rude to refuse.

The one-story red brick house was barely fifty square meters, consisting of a living room and two bedrooms that could be seen at a glance, with the kitchen outside under a thatched shelter.

Little Scar sat next to the table, which she and her grandmother had used for many years. Despite being scrubbed clean, it still had dark lines that resembled dirt.

She was quite worried that her benefactor might not be used to this.

Originally, it was Mr. He who had provided the money for Grandma Xu’s heart bypass surgery and also financed Little Scar’s continued education. His kindness was as heavy as a mountain to her.

The benefactor didn’t seem familiar with the rural snacks, examining the dish intently.

“These are pumpkin seeds.”

Thinking He Dongzhou might not know how to eat them, Little Scar took a handful, patiently shelling each one and placing the seeds in the corner of the plate.

“When do the results come out?”

After shelling a pile, she sat up straight and answered, “On the 23rd.”

“Which university do you hope to attend?”

“Imperial Capital University.”

He Dongzhou’s cup was empty.

Little Scar stood up to refill his tea.

He Dongzhou had seen her picture from two years ago; she had grown a bit taller now, and her face had filled out somewhat, no longer resembling a bean pod withered from dehydration and malnutrition as before.

“Does the dress fit well?” He Dongzhou suddenly asked.

Little Scar nodded.

Her ears turned very red.

It seems it didn’t fit. He Dongzhou thought to himself that he should buy a larger size next time.

Grandma Xu treated He Dongzhou like a savior, preparing a table full of dishes including chicken, duck, fish, and meat, more lavish than even the New Year’s feast. The grandmother and granddaughter usually lived a frugal life, and though He Dongzhou sent a considerable sum of money to Little Scar every month, the two of them never spent any of it frivolously.

During the meal, Grandma Xu, with clean chopsticks and bowls, served He Dongzhou food. Little Scar hardly spoke, keeping her head down. She made a toast to him with a drink, wishing him good health.

He Dongzhou’s car was running low on fuel, and if he took a wrong turn like on the way here, the fuel probably wouldn’t be enough. There were no hotels around due to the mountains. Little Scar gave up her room for the guest, with all the bedding changed to clean ones that carried the scent of sun-dried cotton.

The room wasn’t big, and the desk was stacked high with books. The walls were plastered with certificates. The window was old-fashioned, with rusted iron bars which the room’s occupant had wrapped with hemp rope, from which hung strands of folding paper stars.

“Mr. He,” Little Scar knocked from outside.

“Come in.”

She brought in a bottle of Florida Water containing half a bottle of dark green liquid, “This is mosquito repellent.”

Her grandmother had made it with herbs, and it was very effective, the only drawback being it didn’t smell particularly pleasant.

“How do you use it?”

“You can put it on your wrist.”

He Dongzhou reached out his hand, the other bracing himself on the edge of the bed, his back against the wall at the head of the bed.

Little Scar hesitated for a moment, poured some tincture into her palm, bent down, and gently dabbed it onto his wrist with her fingertips. Her hands were not like those of most young girls; they were hands that often did manual work. She wore a school uniform that might have been washed many times, thin and slightly faded, through which the light could pass.

Narrow at the waist, the girl’s body was outlined beneath the billowing fabric of her clothes.

He Dongzhou was sweating profusely.

In the mountainous countryside, a June evening was not too hot.

Little Scar found the family’s second-hand fan, wiped it down with a half-dry rag three times, waited for it to fully dry, plugged it in, and tried it; it still worked.

She planned to take it to her benefactor.

She knocked from outside, but there was no response.

“Mr. He.”

After waiting a few seconds, she pushed the door open; Mr. He seemed to be asleep. She tiptoed into the room, moved the chair she used for doing homework next to the bed, placed the fan on it, turned it to medium speed, glanced at the person on the bed, then turned it up a notch. She was about to leave when she realized something was wrong.

“Mr. He.”

“Mr. He.”

The wishes for good health voiced over the dinner table had not come true; He Dongzhou was feverish to the point of losing consciousness.

Both grandmother and granddaughter of the Xu family felt guilty, thinking their food might be the issue, that their benefactor was not used to it and fell ill. The family had only an old bicycle as a means of transportation, besides a bullock cart, but they had no ox.

Grandma Xu had difficulty walking, so Little Scar pulled the ox cart herself for three miles to take He Dongzhou to the local clinic.

“Mr. He.”

“Mr. He.”

“…”

Through a blur of confusion, these three words accompanied He Dongzhou all the way.

At night, the insects and birds in the mountains were incessant, and the bullock cart rattled over the uneven stone road, jostling noisily from time to time.

When He Dongzhou woke up, he was in the health clinic. The conditions here were poor, with no private rooms. A child receiving an IV next to him was constantly crying.

The light bulb was too bright, almost blinding.

He Dongzhou saw countless afterimages, and within them, a girl with a low ponytail holding a bright red Thermos Bottle, her eyes shining: “You’re awake.”

It all felt so unfamiliar, as if in a dream.

Little Scar put down the Thermos Bottle and sat on a rusty stool beside the bed: “The clinic can’t perform surgery. We have to wait for dawn to go to the County Hospital.”

“What illness?”

The young girl’s eyes were red: “Appendicitis.”

It was just appendicitis, not a death sentence.

He Dongzhou didn’t know why her tears came so easily; perhaps she was scared. He couldn’t recall anything from before his injury; thus, she was the first person to cry for him.

Her hands had lost a layer of skin from pulling the ox cart for two hours.

Well, he would wait a bit longer for her to grow up a bit more.

He Dongzhou temporarily shelved his plans for revenge.

On the day the exam results were released, Little Scar called He Dongzhou.

“Mr. He.”

This was the first time she had called him, and it was to share good news.

“I got in.”

“Congratulations,” He Dongzhou said, “See you in the Imperial Capital.”