Patricia Taylor
Stories
11
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1.6 M
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“I never told anyone about your fights, Ah Xuan, ” Song Xueyun said with a sad smile. “It was our fifth visit to the hospital this month.” “Just decline next time,” Lu Xuan gave her a half-smirk as he casually ran his hand through his hair that would soon reach his nose and then wiped his untamed hair from his face in an arrogant manner. After taking a slight issue, he added, “You know more about hospitals than anyone else. That’s why I always called you.” It only took a single…
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“Little girl, he is a minor. We need to inform his parents, “The doctor said, looking at the young girl in the school uniform. He could tell that the girl was hardly sixteen years old but was accompanying an injured boy to the hospital. The girl was excessively smart but she was a bit cold in temperament. He hadn’t seen her showing any kind of emotion on her face and this was bothering him for some reason. At that age, when girls were supposed to be cute and talkative, she was reserved and cold.…
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An Xiulan touched her face. This was not her. She was not going back, was she? What would happen if one day she had to go back to her world? Or she was going back to her world? Her world. A question entered her mind– the world that she was living in was not hers? All these people she loved and cared for were not hers? Her greatest fears and insecurities began haunting her one by one. “Lanlan.” An Xiulan seemed to have heard her mother’s voice once again. She choked on her tears because no…
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“I would take the cards back if that’s your wish. As for the expenses–” Before An Qinyan could complete her sentence, An Xiulan spoke, “Mom, my deskmate set up the app for making payments. I have nothing to be worried about. Also, grandpa You give me money every morning. I don’t think I have big expenses. All my basic requirements are fulfilled by you. And if I really need something else, I can always ask you, right?” “Of course,” An Xiulan spoke with a smile. “You are my baby girl.…
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An Qinyan looked at her daughter once again in concern. They were inside the car heading toward home. To say that she was scared would be an understatement. Only she knew what she had felt the moment she had received the news that her daughter was hurt. “Mom, I’m fine,” An Xiulan said for the nth time. How could An Qinyan believe her words? She had received a message saying that her daughter had gotten injured while saving a kid. She left the important meeting to come and see her…
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Even though Song Yifei was an arrogant and proud woman, she knew where to bow her head. The girl had saved her son in a way and she couldn’t leave without thanking her. It was against her principles. Song Yifei glanced at the girl and said in a soft and clear voice, “Thank you for not letting my son hurt and I’m extremely sorry for getting your hand hurt.” Looking at her son, she urged, “Xiaobao say sorry to Jiejie.” Xiaobao babbled and said Jiejie and the rest of the words were still…
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“But he is a baby and he could have gotten hurt.” An Xiulan said in a small voice. “And he was crying so pitifully.” “So what?” Han Zixin reacted. It was as if he had gotten hurt on An Xiulan’s behalf. While applying medicine tenderly on her dainty swollen hands, he added, ” I’m telling you don’t even think about playing hero. You have to cherish your life. No one will come to save you. And don’t you dare go saving everyone.” An Xiulan bit her lips to stop herself from…
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When the shop manager came with his cup of noodles, An Xiulan and Han Zixin were on their third round of arguments and third selection of snacks. Until now they had chosen candies and drinks, and the snacks were yet to be decided. “Don’t mind them. They will take ten more minutes before finalizing what they want, ” Han Nanxian nonchalantly said to the woman. At this point, he could only sympathize with the shop owner. As he was having his noodles, the door to the shop opened and in came a worried…
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An Qinyan was in a meeting when her phone dinged. When she saw that her daughter had sent her a request on We Chat, she immediately picked up the phone to accept it. Her daughter was using her own name as a username. She accepted the request and when she saw that she had posted something, her lips hooked up and her eyes formed into crescents. She didn’t need to try harder to be happy when something was related to An Xiulan. Her daughter’s antics always end up putting a smile on her face. Gu Yanzi,…
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“Of course, you don’t,” Han Zixin scoffed. “That’s why you are still living in the stone age.” He was not saying that she was from the stone age because she didn’t use her phone much but because of her gait or manner of speaking. It was just too dignified. Like those women in period dramas? “What’s the stone age?” An Xiulan asked him seriously. Han Zixin looked at her and said, “Ancient time when people used stones as weapons and tools.” “Oh?” An Xiulan reacted. Then she…
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