Her Death Was the Eye Opener Chapter 1

An ancient Chinese medicine clinic.

The dim light could not conceal the paleness of the boy's face. He had soft brown hair and was lying on a therapy bed with his eyes closed and his arms folded. He had thin instrument wires on his body, as if he was absorbing vitality and nutrients from them. He looked fragile and helpless.

There was a rustling sound.

An old Chinese doctor walked in and said it was time, so he called the person on the bed to get up.

Eli opened his eyes when he heard the voice. After a bit of confusion in his warm and round eyes, he reacted and thanked the person.

When he opened his mouth, he spoke with the lively voice of a young boy, and a smile appeared on his face while he spoke, which instantly diluted his sickly aura. He was like a flower in a greenhouse, with weak vitality but also vigorous and warm, which made people's eyes bright.

The old Chinese doctor obviously liked the young man in front of him very much. Like a kind elder, he carefully reminded him of the precautions.

Eli listened carefully and nodded from time to time.

He was born with a weak constitution. His mother, Wen Mingzhu, was very career-oriented. When she was pregnant with him, the company was going public. She was so worried and overworked that she didn't take good care of the fetus. As a result, Eli has been weak and sickly since childhood, and he has been recuperating. Because of this, Eli was raised by his family. Although he was raised in such a way, he still has a good personality.

The old Chinese doctor was also familiar with him, and after giving him instructions, they chatted for a while in a casual manner, "Did you get married some time ago?"

Eli raised his voice, his tone brisk, like a jumping note in a mountain song.

"With the guy who always picked you up before?"

"Yes!" Eli's voice sounded even more excited.

Two months ago, also on his birthday, he and Miles got married.

Two years ago, the Lu family went bankrupt and the Lu couple committed suicide. Eli brought the disheveled Miles back to the Wen family despite his family's objections. They lived and ate together, grew up together after the coming-of-age ceremony at the age of 18, and finally got married.

When talking about the person he likes, Eli's fair cheeks brightened up. He took out a few red gift boxes with a smile, his eyes shining with stars, "Yes, I brought wedding candies for you and Dr. Xiao Qi today!"

"Okay, okay." The old Chinese doctor put away his notebook with a smile and called other people in the clinic.

Seeing Eli handing out wedding candies to everyone with a bright smile, the old Chinese doctor was happy for him from the bottom of his heart. Although the child had been weak since childhood, he had a good temper and loved to laugh. He lived like a little flame, warm and cheerful.

...

After coming out of the physiotherapy clinic, Eli got into the car.

It is the scorching heat of the day, with the temperature soaring to 38 or 39 these days. People have changed into short sleeves early, and the air conditioners in private cars are getting colder and colder.

However, Eli was still wearing long sleeves, and the driver did not lower the temperature in the car too much.

The car was driving towards home and passed by a shopping mall. On the electronic screen outside the mall was the new spokesperson for Lipobo men's clothing, a young and handsome man who has become popular recently. His figure and face are impeccable.

However, Eli's eyes were not on the person. He was lost in thought as he stared at the well-tailored smoky gray suit. What he was thinking was: It would definitely suit Miles very well.

Because of his health, Eli seldom goes out, let alone goes shopping.

Five minutes later, the black BMW stopped in the underground parking lot, and the driver, Uncle Rong, took the folding wheelchair out of the trunk and unfolded it.

Eli, who had just come down, was slightly startled when he saw the wheelchair.

He has no pain in his legs. The reason why he often sits in a wheelchair is because he is too weak. He can walk, but he gets tired easily and walks a little slowly, which inevitably gets in the way when he goes out.

Uncle Rong was very perceptive. Seeing this, he immediately suggested, "Wait in the car, I'll buy you anything you need."

"It's okay, I want to go up and take a look too." Eli raised the corner of his lips and smiled at him, then sat on the wheelchair.

The wheels rolled over the ground with a rumbling sound, attracting the attention of passers-by, and then they started to talk in low voices.

"Ahhhhh, this guy is so handsome and exquisite!"

"Yes, yes, it's just a pity that he has to sit in a wheelchair. His legs look quite long..."

Eli seemed not to hear the voices of the people around him. He asked the person behind him to push him into the elevator. A mother and daughter were riding the elevator together. The little girl was about five or six years old, with pigtails. Her eyes were level with Eli who was sitting in a wheelchair.

"Brother, why are you sitting on this? Can't you walk?"

In the quiet elevator, the clear voice of a little girl suddenly rang out. She meant no harm, and her big round eyes were filled with pure curiosity.

However, the mother behind her was startled and quickly covered her child's mouth, looking at Eli and the others with an apologetic look.

Eli didn't mind it very much. He took out a few remaining wedding candies and handed them out. He winked at the little girl and said in a relaxed tone, "Because my brother walked too much in his last life, the gods felt sorry for me, so they let me sit here and take a rest."

...

However, the suit that Eli bought from the mall has yet to see its owner.

For several weeks in a row, Miles did not return home.

In the evening, a familiar landline number called, and Miles's calm and self-controlled voice came from the other end of the phone, "I'm working overtime tonight, I won't call back." The words were similar to the previous few days. After a few insignificant greetings, they hung up the phone.

Eli could understand that Miles had things to do. After all, in his prime years, how many people could be like him and do nothing all day? It was just...

Eli lowered his eyes and looked at the suit in the dust bag beside him. If he said he was not disappointed, it must be fake.

However, loss is the most useless emotion...

Eli quickly calmed down and decided: If the mountain doesn't come to me, I will go to the mountain.

After figuring this out, Eli felt much more cheerful. He asked Uncle Rong to buy food and drinks for everyone in the company, and then they went to Miles's new company.

But he didn't get to meet Miles.

The assistant said that President Lu was in a meeting, and then he hurried into the meeting room with the documents, leaving Eli waiting in the busy corridor.

Miles's company was just starting out and wasn't very large, so the employees' workstations were not far away. Where there were people, there was gossip, and Eli's appearance naturally caused a lot of talk among the employees.

"Who is this person?"

"The young master of the Wen family, our President Lu's recent marriage partner."

"Ah? How come Mr. Lu, such a handsome man, married a cripple?"

"Idiot, I told you that you are the young master of Wen's Group!"

"Shhhhh! Keep your voice down!"

...

Eli heard it clearly from the side. He was already familiar with such looks and discussions. He skillfully looked away and pretended to read the introduction on the company wall, seriously and attentively. Only the pair of hands with distinct knuckles on his knees were slightly crossed and tightened.

Fortunately, the meeting didn't last long.

People came out of the conference room one after another, and the last one to come out was the person Eli had missed for a long time. He was wearing a well-tailored suit, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, three-dimensional facial features, and a light mole on the bridge of his nose, which added a bit of coldness and arrogance to his air.

Just by taking a look, Eli couldn't suppress a smile on his face.

Miles obviously saw him too. The next second, he came over with a frown on his face, "Why are you here? What's up?"

The two short and hurried sentences were like hail in autumn, cold and rapid, hitting Eli's heart, but he still showed the smile on his lips and said, "I..."

Before he could finish his words, Miles's cell phone rang again. He made a blocking gesture and then answered the call.

Eli tactfully stopped explaining and just sat in the wheelchair, looking up at Miles's angular face. He saw him talking on the phone while waving to his assistant, indicating that he should take him back, and then he hurried away.

Looking at the person's leaving back, Eli suddenly felt a little cold.

He looked up and saw the central air-conditioning vent just above his head, which was blowing out cool air. Maybe the temperature was too low, or maybe he was too weak, so he felt cold.

"Mr. Lu has a lot of things to deal with these days. Please don't mind. Do you have anything to say or can I pass it on?" The assistant looked at Eli's face cautiously.

He had only met Eli a few times, but knowing Eli's identity, he was afraid that this young master of a wealthy family would get angry and make things difficult for him if he was unhappy.

Eli just shook his head, still smiling, "I have nothing to do, I just came to see you."

In the end, it was Uncle Rong who pushed Eli away.

They took the elevator to the lobby on the first floor of the building. Eli lowered his brows to himself. People in wheelchairs are the focus of others wherever they go, so this way he can avoid making eye contact with others to avoid embarrassment for everyone.

However, someone stood in his way.

Eli had to look up and meet a pair of gloomy and narrow eyes.

"Oh, I thought someone was wandering here in a wheelchair. It turns out to be an old classmate. Isn't that a coincidence?" Carson Lin has unruly blue hair and speaks in a nonchalant tone. He squinted his eyes as if he had seen something interesting as he looked at the person in the wheelchair.

"What's the matter? Have you forgotten me, old classmate?" Seeing that he didn't respond, Carson continued to speak.

How could Eli forget? He would recognize Carson's face even if it was burned to ashes.

Five years ago, Eli stepped into the campus again and went to the International Middle School to study in the first year of high school. It was there that he met Carson...

Seeing that Eli was slow to speak and the person opposite him looked ill-intentioned, Uncle Rong cautiously pushed the wheelchair away.

But he was stopped by Carson who came over, "Why, after not seeing you for so long, you still haven't learned to walk? Tsk tsk tsk, it's also your fault. You dropped out of school so suddenly, I didn't have time to teach you properly."

The teachings that Carson mentioned were some bullying behaviors such as snatching his wheelchair and threatening him with cigarette butts.

Eli tightened his right hand, and the smile he had always carried with him was completely put away at this moment. He said coldly, "It's been so long, but you still haven't learned how to behave."

"Oh, you've become more capable and dare to talk back. You're no longer the timid little cripple who begged me to let you go." Carson sighed sarcastically.

"People are changing, except you, who are still the sgum with sores on your head and pus on your feet." After Eli finished cursing, Uncle Rong immediately pushed him away.

This time, Carson did not stop him. He looked at the figure who left in a hurry, releasing a bad aura from his body, and the amusement in his eyes was difficult to conceal.

...

After instructing Uncle Rong not to tell anyone else about this, Eli returned to the Wen family villa as normal.

At night, Eli faced the mirror and rubbed the several soybean-sized scars on his waist and abdomen over and over again. Time seemed to be able to heal everything. The once hideous scars have now faded into gray spots.

Eli thought that his heart had healed long ago, but he never expected that when he met Carson again, he was still trembling subconsciously.

He kept comforting himself, saying it was okay, it was all over, just keep smiling and calm down...

Over and over again, just like before, but he still couldn't calm down. His mind kept replaying Miles's indifference and Carson's condescending bullying.

He was forced into a corner of the toilet by a group of people. Carson was holding a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes full of disdain. The cigarette but.t that flickered was finally extinguished on him. What followed was Carson's cold and sarcastic words, "A lame cripple is worthy of being liked?"

Does he deserve it?

Does he deserve to be liked?

No one can answer the questions hidden in my heart...

A crisp sound brought Eli back to reality. He accidentally knocked over a glass, which fell to the ground and broke into pieces. He squatted down to pick it up.

The white fingertips were cut by the debris, and the sharp pain pulled him out of his boredom and anxiety. Then the release of neurotransmitters such as endorphins made him feel no pain, and a sense of pleasure began to grow...

After an unknown amount of time, Eli returned to the room. He sat in front of the desk, staring intently at the framed calligraphy on the table.

This is a piece of calligraphy written for him by his father Henry Qin. It is his name - Eli.

His parents named him Eli, hoping that he would be proud and confident.

After a long time, Eli made a move. He picked up the pen and began to write. The red on his fingertips slowly flowed down the pen, mixed with the black ink, and finally turned into two words - self-deprecation.