The King of Urban Mercenaries
Chapter 747 - 749 If You Like, I’ll Have One for You

Chapter 747: Chapter 749 If You Like, I’ll Have One for You

"You brought her in just in time, the child is fine. She was simply a little emotionally agitated, and with a weak constitution, she fainted. It’s nothing serious; she just needs a few bottles of glucose," said the doctor from a clinic not too far from the orphanage, which held all of Ling Weiwei’s childhood memories. After examining the orphan girl named Chu Si, who had passed out, he gave a reassuring answer to Lin Fei, Ling Weiwei, and the head of the orphanage.

"That’s a relief. This child really gave me quite a fright," the head of the orphanage said with a sigh of relief after the doctor left, eyes brimming with gratitude towards Lin Fei, and thanked him, saying, "Mr. Lin, I really owe you one this time. If it wasn’t for you bringing her in so quickly, I would have been in quite a panic."

The head of the orphanage was truly grateful to Lin Fei. Although the child wasn’t seriously ill, if Lin Fei hadn’t promptly acted and taken her to the clinic—

Considering the orphanage head’s nature, it would have likely been a flustered mess, wasting a lot of time before finally getting Chu Si to the clinic.

After all, she was only two or three years old, and should there have been any delay in getting her here, who knows what consequences might have ensued.

Thus, the orphanage head’s gratitude towards Lin Fei was indeed genuine.

If beforehand, during their conversation in her room, the orphanage head had felt that some of Lin Fei’s words were mere politeness—

Now she was absolutely convinced of Lin Fei’s character.

"Headmistress, you’re too polite. Lin Fei, to our orphanage, is not an outsider," Ling Weiwei said, noticing that Lin Fei was focused on the little girl lying on the hospital bed, apparently not hearing the orphanage head’s words of thanks.

"Yes, headmistress, you’re too courteous. Anyone would have done the same in that situation," Lin Fei, nudged back to reality by Ling Weiwei’s gentle prompt, added his response after she finished speaking.

After Lin Fei spoke, the head of the orphanage shook her head and said, "Not everyone is like Mr. Lin, caring for these orphans so much. Now I understand why Weiwei has fallen for you, Mr. Lin. Young people as compassionate as you are indeed rare nowadays."

"You’re joking, headmistress. Compared to Weiwei, I truly can’t consider myself to be particularly compassionate."

Lin Fei’s response to the head of the orphanage was not false modesty.

Before today, nobody had ever said that Lin Fei was compassionate. People used to call him an executioner, and that was far more common.

After all, as the soul of the Hell’s Judgement Organization, the blood on Lin Fei’s hands over the years was certainly more than any good deeds he had done.

Compassion was not a trait that Lin Fei possessed.

As for why Lin Fei had reacted so intensely at the orphanage, rushing Chu Si, the toddler now lying on the hospital bed, straight to the clinic—

It was nothing more than an immediate, subconscious response brought on by an inexplicable pain in his heart the moment he saw her.

Previously, when the orphanage head had thanked him, and Lin Fei hadn’t snapped back right away, it seemed he was assessing Chu Si’s condition on the hospital bed.

In reality, Lin Fei was pondering why his heart had ached when he first saw her in the orphanage.

Now, he had some clues.

"Headmistress, why is this child named Chu Si? Did her parents name her, or did you?" With some clues forming in his mind, Lin Fei focused his thoughts and asked the head of the orphanage.

"The child’s name wasn’t given by me; it was chosen by her family. As for her parents, I heard they’re both dead. It’s quite a sad story, really. They passed away not long after their marriage. Without her mother’s care, the child inevitably became frail. There have been similar fainting incidents before."

Hearing the orphanage director’s explanation, the faint lead Lin Fei had painstakingly considered vanished in an instant, and his expression inevitably darkened.

Yet, the change in Lin Fei’s expression, when noticed by the orphanage director, was undoubtedly interpreted as genuine sympathy for Chu Si, who lay in the hospital bed.

Thus touched by Lin Fei’s compassion, the director couldn’t help but grasp the gentle hand of the beautiful minister, Ling Weiwei, and with a sigh, he cautioned the woman, "Weiwei, you’ve really found the right person. No matter what, you must cherish him!"

"Director, I will," responded Ling Weiwei, who, also mistaking Lin Fei’s inquiry and somber face for sympathy towards Chu Si, already felt moved by Lin Fei’s compassionate side. With cheeks flushed with delicate rouge, the beautiful minister firmly affirmed her acknowledgment to the orphanage director’s advice.

And, upon hearing the dialogue between Ling Weiwei and the orphanage director, Lin Fei understood their misunderstanding but couldn’t help feeling a mixture of amusement and helplessness.

Lin Fei did indeed feel compassion for Chu Si in the hospital bed; after all, Lin Fei’s cold-blooded nature was always reserved for enemies. However, his somber expression stemmed from the disappointment of his incorrect assumptions.

In short, more than feeling total sympathy for Chu Si, Lin Fei was mainly disappointed that Chu Si wasn’t the daughter of Little Tiger.

After all, having spent many years on the mercenary battlefield, Lin Fei had seen and experienced people with tragedies far worse than Chu Si’s. He certainly felt sympathy, but it was not nearly as intense as what Ling Weiwei and the orphanage director might think.

"Director, since Chu Si is fine and it’s getting late, Lin Fei and I will be heading back," said Ling Weiwei, after assuring that Chu Si was alright and exchanging a few words with the orphanage director. She took the initiative to bid farewell.

With a heap of work waiting for her back at the company, the beautiful minister declined the orphanage director’s plea to stay and took Lin Fei’s arm, got into the car, and left.

...

It was after nine o’clock at night when Lin Fei drove back to Zhonghai.

Waking Ling Weiwei, who had been sleeping in the passenger seat, Lin Fei intended to head straight upstairs after getting out of the car. However, he was stopped by the beautiful minister’s call.

"Lin Fei."

"Hmm?"

"I want to ask you, do you really like children?"

Somewhat surprised by such a question from Ling Weiwei, Lin Fei thought of Little Tiger’s daughter, whose whereabouts were unknown. Almost subconsciously, he replied to the woman, "I suppose so."

Hearing Lin Fei’s affirmative response, Ling Weiwei, her face flushing deeper, lightly bit her lip. Then, the woman took graceful steps to Lin Fei’s side, leaning close to his ear, and whispered.

"If you really like children that much, I’m willing to have one for you."

At the woman’s words, Lin Fei’s heart melted instantly.

Such purity was rare in this world.

With a beloved so devoted, what more could one ask for...