Anime Crossover: About How I Spoiled an Angel

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So...it can't be for that reason. Besides, I actually heard my daughter's request to you from behind the door.

Please, can you tell me what bad thing Misaki did?

As Sato spoke, he bowed deeply to Su Qing.

It just couldn't be hidden after all...

Su Qing sighed softly. So the other party had heard her from the very beginning?

No wonder he insisted on being invited in as a guest when the man said he was leaving at the door.

"Well, before that, I wanted to ask if you knew she sells flowers..."

"So...that's how it is?"

Su Qing used very general language to introduce Misaki's situation to Sato.

After roughly understanding what his daughter had done, Sato lowered his eyes, then quickly raised his head, a slight smile appearing on his face.

"I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you. I'll return all the money to you and that lady later."

Thank you so much for telling me all this; you're a good person.

"A good person? Not at all."

Su Qing shook her head in denial.

He disliked this notion, on every level.

"Really? If it were anyone else, they probably would have called the police and had my child arrested already. At the very least, I should thank you."

Sato glanced intently at the kitchen; Misaki hadn't returned yet, for some reason.

"Although it's unreasonable to say this, could you please grant me this request—to forgive Misaki?"

Sato seemed to have more to say, so Su Qing remained silent and listened quietly.

"As you can see, my daughter and I live in such an environment."

Her father divorced me a few years ago, and I haven't received much education and don't have many skills.

They could only barely earn a little income by working odd jobs. Although life was tough, they managed to get by.

But one day, I was suddenly diagnosed with cancer…

As he spoke, Sato suddenly gave a bitter smile, like shards of glass shattered by hail.

"Those medicines... you should have seen them too. Many of them are not covered by medical insurance, and a large portion of them cannot be reimbursed..."

I shouldn't be telling you this, but Misaki is such a good girl, she did it all for me..."

Sato paused, took a deep breath, and lowered his voice:

"In addition to the money we've swindled from you, we'll also give you additional compensation."

So…please, forgive my daughter, she's still so young!

When Sato bowed, the back of his neck was so white it was almost blinding, like the peeling paint on a hospital corridor wall.

Su Qing looked down at the woman who had bowed twice for her daughter and suddenly fell silent.

He had no doubt that he had been deceived.

Lies meant nothing to him.

But it is precisely because it is not a lie that the stark truth is so despairing.

"Get up, you don't need to do this. I didn't come here to make things difficult for you. I just wanted to have a talk with Misaki. She'll be exposed sooner or later for doing this."

The little girl's lines were actually quite stiff; after all, she was just a twelve-year-old child.

But her cleverness lies in the fact that she mixes truth with falsehood.

The statement "Mom is in a very, very far place" is, of course, a lie.

But his genuine desire to earn money to treat his mother's illness was incredibly sincere.

"You are a good mother."

Su Qing looked at Sato, but her eyes reflected the image of an old friend.

He was a middle-aged man with a warm smile on his face, holding a handful of White Rabbit candies, surrounded by circles of children...

“I… am not a good mother. All I gave her was a childhood that was far from happy.”

I couldn't even teach her the most basic morality.

"I wish Misaki wasn't my child, and that she was born into a better family."

Sato's shoulders trembled slightly as she lowered her head and bit her lip tightly.

She wasn't trying to gain sympathy; it's just that emotions can sometimes be uncontrollable.

A mother can be strong because of her child, working odd jobs to support her as she grows up, but she can also become incredibly vulnerable because of her child.

That was her only remaining weakness.

Su Qing remained silent; he was merely a passerby listening.

All the listener needs to do is listen.

Excessive comfort is nothing more than self-satisfaction.

"I don't want to be someone else's child! I'm perfectly happy right now!"

Suddenly, a loud crashing sound came from the kitchen. Misaki ran out, tears welling in her eyes, and went to her mother, shouting at her in such a loud voice for the first time.

"Misaki, you haven't apologized to this gentleman yet, have you? Come on, apologize quickly."

Sato looked at his daughter, wiped his eyes, and then said.

"I don't want an apology! I don't want an apology! I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't lie. I didn't say Ecuador in the first place. I didn't even know that such a thing existed. They just made it up in their heads!"

Misaki clenched her fists, unable to understand why such a thing had happened today.

I haven't even found a suitable reason to give the money from selling flowers to my mother yet.

"You still say you didn't lie! And you still won't admit your mistake!"

Sato slammed his fist on the table, stood up angrily, and glared at Misaki.

She seemed unable to believe how her daughter had become like this, doing wrong but unwilling to admit it, when she wasn't like this before...

Or has she never truly understood her daughter?

The woman's angry voice began to tremble with sadness, which seemed to affect a stray cat outside, causing it to make a strange noise.

“You yelled at me…you yelled at me…you’ve never yelled at me before…”

There was no fear, nor disappointment.

Misaki, who had never complained about being looked down upon by customers buying flowers, now let all her tears flow freely.

"You won't apologize, and you're still crying. What exactly do you want?"

When Sato saw his daughter crying, his heart ached, but he forced himself to harden his heart.

Education is not about gentle words or harsh reprimands; it's about addressing the root of the problem. There are some things that should never be done in a lifetime.

Misaki doesn't have a father, she only has a mother, and no one else can teach her these things.

But then I was diagnosed with cancer, and how many years do I have left to live?

Even if they survive, how much money will they have to spend on medicine?

My daughter is still young, she just started junior high school this year. That money is for medicine and her tuition.

How can you survive without studying? ... Do you want to be like her, uneducated and supporting yourself by doing odd jobs?

She has made up her mind. The cancer is still under control and has not metastasized or become malignant, so she can stay with her daughter for a few more years.

But if things get worse, she'll take out a high-interest loan and ask her parents in the countryside to take care of the child.

As for her...

She's just an incompetent mother.

It itches, it itches terribly.

Misaki felt tiny ants crawling on her face. She reached out to try and swat them off, but only touched a warm sensation.

Ah... so that was water.

She wanted the water to stop; she didn't want to cry.

What's the use of crying?

Even if I cry, Dad won't come back, and Mom's illness won't get better.

She frantically rubbed her eyes with her palms, the backs of her hands, and her arms, but the water still kept flowing.

Soon her delicate hands were soaked through, and she had nothing left to wipe them with.

I wish I hadn't taken the scarf off.

But why can't water clean it?

Her sobbing words were like thorns piercing Sato's heart, emanating from the girl's throat.

"Waaah, don't be angry... don't be angry... I don't want to do anything..."

I just don't want you to be sick... I don't want you to be in pain... I just want you to get better soon, Mom..."

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Chapter 343 Price

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Sato stared blankly as his daughter cried, his throat feeling as if it were sealed shut by a rusty iron lock.

Only when tiny teardrops condensed into raindrops the size of beans and fell onto the moldy tatami mat did she twitch her lips violently.

Then he walked forward step by step and hugged Misaki, as if he had lost control of his emotions, repeatedly murmuring the same sentence:

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... It's all Mom's fault..."

The broken echoes fermented in the rented room of Liu Die.

A stray cat's fleeting shadow passed by outside the window, and the rusty fire escape creaked as if it were dying, but it couldn't drown out the sound of a woman's nails digging into her palm.

Su Qing sighed softly, suddenly realizing that her situation was a bit awkward.

Staying is not an option, leaving is not an option either.

Misfortune doesn't specifically target those who are destined for hardship; it's just that those destined for hardship seem so powerless in the face of misfortune.

He was not unmoved, but in what capacity could he empathize with this grief?

Su Qing's thoughts instantly became chaotic.

He thought of the dean again.

The director, who was always surrounded by many children, could only lie helplessly in bed during the last moments of his life, with only himself by his side.

The constant, deep-seated cancer pain felt like nails hammering away at the man's once steely will.

I never knew a person's suffering could reach such a level.

A sleeping pill that would normally put most people to sleep with just half a pill would still cause the director so much pain that he couldn't fall asleep even after taking two or three pills...

For him, death may have been a true liberation.

But why did the dean, who dedicated almost his entire life to charitable causes, end up like this?

Su Qing's gaze grew colder and colder, like a lake frozen over under winter snow.

But when his gaze fell on the mother and daughter who were crying and embracing, he softened immediately.

If it weren't for cancer, not to mention how well life would have been, at least that poor mother would have been able to watch her daughter grow up properly.

Such a thought arose in Su Qing's mind.

next moment.

A window suddenly appeared on Sato's head.