She Came From Hell (GL) - Chapter 7

“Uncle, I don’t want to go to the police. I’m sorry, Uncle, I lied to you. I actually know who my parents are. They were the ones who abandoned me—they don’t want me anymore.” Shen Yilan said with a pitiful look, tears streaming down her face like raindrops, making her seem utterly helpless.

“I’m sorry, Uncle. You’re a good person. I lied to you. I’m really sorry for the trouble I’ve caused you. I’ll eat a little something and leave. You don’t have to worry about me.”

At that moment, Shen Yilan looked like a child with no one to rely on, her parents gone, holding back sobs as she silently wept. It tugged at anyone’s heartstrings.

Fu Jingsheng’s heart ached. How could such a small child, abandoned by her parents, survive on her own if he didn’t help her?

“If you don’t mind, you can come home with me. From now on, consider me your family,” Fu Jingsheng said, surprising even himself. It felt so sudden—would it scare the little girl?

Shen Yilan looked up at Fu Jingsheng, her tear-filled eyes shining with cautious hope. “Really? Can I? Is it really okay?”

Fu Jingsheng gently patted her head, his heart aching as he said, “Of course. From now on, I’m your family.” How could her parents bear to abandon such a beautiful and well-behaved child?

“Thank you, Uncle. You’re such a good person,” Shen Yilan said, wiping away her tears and giving a radiant smile.

Fu Jingsheng thought to himself, I just got hit with the ‘nice guy’ card—twice.

After they’d both eaten and rested, Fu Jingsheng took Shen Yilan to his car and continued driving.

The journey took 16 hours and 40 minutes. By the time they arrived in S City, it was already the afternoon of the next day. Another two hours of driving finally brought them to Fu Jingsheng’s home.

Both of them were completely exhausted.

Holding Shen Yilan’s small hand, Fu Jingsheng led her into the villa without much explanation, simply instructing the housekeeper to prepare a room for her. He then showed Shen Yilan to her new space.

“This will be your room from now on. Get some good rest. Tomorrow, I’ll help you sort out your household registration.”

“Okay, Uncle. You should rest early, too,” Shen Yilan replied with a smile.

That night, Shen Yilan slept deeply, not waking up until the next morning. She was truly exhausted from all the walking and long car ride.

The next morning, as she stepped out of her room, she saw Fu Jingsheng coming up the stairs.

“Good morning, Uncle,” Shen Yilan greeted.

“Good morning, Xiao Lan,” Fu Jingsheng replied with a smile.

“Uncle, can I have a small stool? I want to brush my teeth, wash my face, and take a bath, but I’m too short,” Shen Yilan said sweetly.

Fu Jingsheng paused, then laughed. He had forgotten about the height of a child.

He called the housekeeper to bring a small stool and placed it in the bathroom of Shen Yilan’s room. She climbed onto it to brush her teeth and wash her face while Fu Jingsheng filled the bathtub with hot water, checking the temperature as he went.

Once everything was ready, Fu Jingsheng reminded her to be careful, then left the bathroom. He called his assistant, instructing them to buy some children’s clothes, shoes, and undergarments.

Shen Yilan sat in the bathtub, letting her mind wander. She knew nothing about the organization that had wronged her. Her only lead was the Shen family. She wouldn’t spare them. Nor would she forgive that organization. They would love the experience of hell.

“Little one, your clothes are in the wardrobe. After your bath, just grab something to wear. Don’t stay in the water too long—it’s bad for you. Come downstairs for breakfast when you’re done,” Fu Jingsheng called from outside the bathroom.

“Okay,” Shen Yilan responded.

After her bath, she wrapped herself in a towel, stepped out of the bathroom, and chose a loose, comfortable outfit from the wardrobe. She slipped on the new slippers Fu Jingsheng had bought for her, dried her freshly washed hair, and then trotted downstairs with soft footsteps.