He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

"You're open quite early today!" someone said to the store manager with a smile as they came in.

"It's faster today because someone helped out," the shop owner said with a smile.

The man took his cake and saw Zhang Beixing. He froze for a moment when he saw Zhang Beixing, slightly surprised.

"Oh, oh, I see." She said, glancing at Zhang Beixing a few more times.

Zhang Beixing could tell that the man was looking at him with great surprise, but he didn't know what he was surprised about. It was as if he had seen something strange.

"Do you want anything else?" The shop owner clearly saw the person's surprised look, but didn't explain, just asked with a smile.

"That's all, that's enough." The person said, and hurriedly prepared to leave.

Before leaving, I looked back at Zhang Beixing a few more times, extremely curious, but I didn't ask anything, and the shop owner didn't say anything either.

Zhang Beixing found their actions very strange. Was it strange that he had come here to help? Why were these people looking at him like that? Was it strange? Or was there something strange about him?

"Bring me two more loaves of bread over there," the shop owner called to Zhang Beixing, noticing that the spot where the bread had just been taken seemed empty.

Zhang Beixing nodded, went to get the bread, and then came back to ask the shop owner.

"Why did that person look at me with such a strange expression?" Zhang Beixing asked curiously.

"Well... maybe they didn't expect anyone else to come to my shop. After all, it's always just the two of us in the family." The shop owner stammered for a while before finally finding an excuse for himself.

"Is that all? You don't have to look at me like that, do you?" Zhang Beixing felt extremely strange.

"I don't know either! Maybe that's just how his eyes are."

The shop manager explained with a smile, but the more he explained, the stranger it seemed to Zhang Beixing became. It felt like the shop owner knew something but was keeping it from him.

But Zhang Beixing couldn't figure out the problem for the time being, so he could only keep an eye on the shop owner, occasionally glancing at him secretly, while busy with his own things.

"Alright, that's enough for today. Let's head back now," the shop manager said with a smile.

Then he led his men to prepare to return. Zhang Beixing looked at the shop owner and didn't know what to say.

They completed today's tasks fairly well. After they returned, they seemed quite relaxed, and after finishing their meal, they prepared to go back to their rooms.

When Zhang Beixing got to his room, he thought about the shopkeeper's reaction these past few days and found it all very strange, but he couldn't figure out why. He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

Then he heard someone push open his door. Zhang Beixing was startled, but quickly realized someone had entered his room. He decided to pretend to be asleep; maybe that would help him find the problem.

Zhang Beixing recognized the shop owner's voice and footsteps. He continued to pretend to be asleep, but kept his ears open, trying to figure out what the other person was up to.

Then I heard the shop owner rummaging through his bag, and it seemed he had found his wallet and was taking some money out of it.

Then he looked back at Zhang Beixing, making sure he wasn't awake, and leaned closer for another look. Zhang Beixing felt him approach and tried his best to relax, not wanting the shopkeeper to notice anything amiss. The shopkeeper glanced at him, saw no reaction, assumed he was asleep, and left.

Hearing that the shop owner seemed to have gone out, Zhang Beixing opened his eyes with relief. But the moment he opened his eyes, he heard another noise.

"Here we go again?" Zhang Beixing muttered to himself.

But he noticed that the footsteps sounded strange; they didn't sound like the shop owner's footsteps, and there seemed to be the sound of a wheelchair as well.

Zhang Beixing was puzzled—was this a case of the father stealing money and then the son stealing next? If so, wouldn't that be a bit too much? But the other party didn't seem to intend to touch his things.

“I know you’re not asleep.” Suddenly, the shop owner’s child spoke up.

Zhang Beixing was stunned—this kid was actually so clever, knowing that he wasn't asleep? Since the other party already knew he wasn't asleep, there was no point in pretending to be asleep.

The fact that he could say it so directly meant he was certain he hadn't slept. Zhang Beixing simply sat up.

He saw the child sitting in a wheelchair right at his doorway. He went over, turned on the light, and sat on the bed, ready to see what the kid was up to.

"What do you want from me?" Zhang Beixing asked, then looked at the child.

The child glanced at Zhang Beixing, then entered the house in his wheelchair. Zhang Beixing's direct question caught him off guard, and he was momentarily stunned.

"Don't tell me you didn't come here to see me about something. There's no point in you coming over in the middle of the night like this," Zhang Beixing said with a smile, looking at the young man.

"No, I came to tell you something," the child said, glancing at Zhang Beixing with a somewhat evasive look.

"Things? What could you possibly want from me?" Zhang Beixing smiled.

Because of the shop owner stealing his money, he had gradually lost trust in this family. After all, people capable of such a thing are hardly trustworthy.

"Well, I think there are some things I need to talk to you about. Although he is my father, I feel it's really wrong of him to lie to people like this." The shop owner's son looked at Zhang Beixing and nodded very seriously.

“Compared to you, I do trust you more,” Zhang Beixing said with a smile.

When he saw the shop owner beat his son like that that day, he knew things couldn't be that simple. Now that the child has come to tell him all this, he's determined to believe the child, not the shop owner.

"Then I'll just tell you directly."

The child's face was rather pale. If it weren't for what his father had done, he wouldn't have treated his father this way, exposing his father's actions in front of others.

"Okay, go ahead and tell me, I'll be listening."

Zhang Beixing nodded. He had a vague feeling that what the child was about to say was no simple matter, because he could tell from the child's expression. And if it were something ordinary, the child wouldn't have come to his room at this time.

"Do you want to know why no one is compensating me for my car accident, but instead my family has to pay for it? My father is supporting me like this, and he even has to pay all the medical expenses upfront." The child smiled bitterly.

"Why? Is it because the driver who caused the accident fled? And they can't catch him?" Zhang Beixing guessed.

"None of those are right. Because my leg was injured by my dad." After the child finished speaking, Zhang Beixing looked at the child with disbelief.

I wanted to hear him continue. If that was the case, things couldn't be simple. And what father would hurt his child like that? If he did, he wouldn't be treating him like this. "Back then, my mother cheated on me, and my father caught her in bed with her," the child said with a bitter smile.

"Huh? Is that so? But what does this have to do with your leg? Is it because of that mistress?" Zhang Beixing was a little confused, feeling like the whole thing between them could be made into a whole drama.

“It’s indirectly related to him. The mistress tried to escape, and my father wanted to chase after her, but she ran very fast, and my father didn’t have a chance to catch her, so he drove off.” Zhang Beixing could roughly guess what he meant from his words.

“When my mom saw this, she wanted to run away too. But my dad was already in a rage and was driving around recklessly. In her panic, my mom pushed me into the middle of the road.”

Hearing this, Zhang Beixing had roughly guessed what was going on. If what he thought was true, it was truly astonishing.

"My dad didn't have time to brake and crashed straight into me."

The child smiled bitterly. It was clear that what had happened before had left him with considerable psychological trauma, and must have deeply hurt him.

"I understand." Zhang Beixing remained unsettled for a long time. The direct cause of the child's injury was his father, and the indirect cause was his mother. Could there be anyone more tragic than this child? How much psychological trauma would this leave him?

“I never expected things to turn out like this. And what happened to you afterwards…” Zhang Beixing looked at the child, his heart filled with worry.

After all, no one could accept something like this, right? The way this child looks is truly heartbreaking.

"Later, my parents got divorced. After things got so bad, who could continue living together? My mother also found someone she liked, and since I was already in this state, I naturally went to live with my father."

The child recounted the story with a smile, and it was clear that the trials of the past years had made him no longer feel angry or sad about these things, as if he were telling someone else's story.

"You've really had a tough time, running into so many things." Zhang Beixing sighed helplessly, feeling that compared to this kid, his life was relatively smooth sailing, without so many dramatic events, just the occasional fight.

“It’s okay, it’s all over. Later, my mom gave my dad some more money to help me with my medical treatment.”

"That's true, after all, you're her child. Even if what she did was wrong, she's done more than enough for you. But why did your father say that he was the one who found the money?"

Zhang Beixing recalled what his father had said. He clearly said that he had found a way to pay for the child's medical expenses, so how could it not make sense?

"Don't believe what he says. Although he did earn money to help me get medical treatment later, my dad lost all the money my mom gave me."

The child smiled helplessly as he spoke. These were things he was powerless to change, and things had already progressed to this point, so he could only endure it; it was difficult to resist.

"So, you could have received treatment much sooner, but your father lost all his money. The subsequent medical expenses were all covered by the money you earned from selling cakes, right?" Zhang Beixing asked.

"Well, that's basically it. So you'd better not believe what my father says."

The shop owner's child said helplessly. He's probably the first person to tell someone not to trust their own father. It's really ironic.

"I understand, I'll be careful." Zhang Beixing sighed helplessly.

Perhaps this child had also noticed something between them, which was why he was telling me all this. He could also see that I didn't trust the shop owner, so he came to remind me.

After all, being constantly deceived and having one's true nature hidden makes it easy to fall for a trick. Now that this kid has told me so much, I can be more careful.

Just as Zhang Beixing was about to say something, he looked up and saw the wounds on the shop owner's child. Remembering what the shop owner had said, the beating and scolding he'd received that day, and the excuses he'd made, he sensed that something was wrong.

"So, the wounds on your body aren't what he described, are they?"

Zhang Beixing cautiously probed. After all, these were not simple matters for a child.

"Yes, you're right. He's the one who hurt me. He had to pay for my medical expenses, and when he was too tired to care for me anymore, he would always find an excuse to scold and hit me."

As the child spoke, it was clear that he was in great pain, after all, he had been beaten by his own father.

"So, what I saw before was just him making excuses to insult you, right?"

"No, it's worse than you think. He attacked me before you arrived. I'm in this state, I have no way to fight back."

The child smiled helplessly. Even if he could fight back, he probably wouldn't be able to, since the other person was his father.

"Why did he hit you like that? Is it because he's tired of taking care of you?" Zhang Beixing looked at the child's injuries.

I just can't understand how a father could be so cruel to his own child and do this to him.

"He's probably tired of me. Before, he complained that he took too much care of me, so I tried my best to take care of myself. Now I basically don't need him to take care of me anymore, but I still get beaten. He must be tired of having me in his life."

Zhang Beixing looked at the child and sighed helplessly. This child was truly pitiful.

Does he hit you every day?

"Yeah, he scolds me almost every day, and he hits me almost every day too."

As Zhang Beixing spoke, he stepped forward to examine the child's injuries and gasped at the sight. Even someone like him couldn't bear to look at them, let alone others.

That's really too much. But there's nothing he can do now, since the child is the shop owner's child.

"Can you bear with it for the next few days? I'll help you figure something out."

Zhang Beixing knew that the boy's words to him today were not so simple. Part of his plea was for help, a plea for Zhang Beixing to save him.

“Okay, we’ve made it through all that time,” the child replied with a smile.

As Zhang Beixing listened to the store manager's son's story, a rare hint of emotion appeared on his usually indifferent face.

He had lived a privileged life since childhood, with loving parents and a harmonious family. Although he was sent to the army to become a special forces soldier at a young age, he felt that even the harsh training of special forces soldiers was not as cruel as the cruel background of the boy in front of him.

How could there be such parents? Zhang Beixing thought to himself.

Looking at the child with tears clinging to his eyelashes, Zhang Beixing reached out and stroked his dark hair, then squatted down to bring his gaze to the child's level: "Would you like me to help your father sell cakes?" (End of Chapter)