Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 240

I pushed my way through the crowd and saw Ryan dressed in casual clothes and a loose and thin sweater outside. He was shouting at a beggar, who looked pitiful and lay on the ground.

With a sorrowful look on his face, the beggar said, "Why are you doing this? I just asked you for money, okay? It's okay that you won't give me any money. Besides, I am indeed disabled."

"Are you indeed disabled? Do you look like someone disabled?"

As Ryan spoke, he reached out, intending to pull the beggar up.

Those who would come to the temple were all kind- hearted people. As soon as they saw Ryan's action, they began to blame him one after another.

"Look at you. You're so old. How can you be like this?"

"That's right. What can a disabled man do?"

"You're going too far. It's fine that you won't give him any money. But you're bullying him!"

I looked over and found that the disabled

man got two empty sleeves, showing that he seemed to be with no hands.

Every time when Ryan wanted to pull him up, he would be in a stalemate with Ryan.

"Mr. Ryan." I rushed over to Ryan, "What are you doing?"

When Ryan saw me, he immediately showed a surprised look, "Oh, it's you. You show up in time. Please help me pull him up. I have to expose him today."

I was embarrassed in an instant.

When the ones around saw that I knew Ryan, they all persuaded me, "Oh, take him away quickly."

"I agree. How can someone disabled prove his disability?"

"Exactly! I'm going to call the police."

Hearing someone say that he would call the police, I suddenly figured out an idea, took out my cell phone, and said to Ryan, "Mr. Ryan, don't be angry. I will call the police. After the police are here, they will have many ways to deal with him."

"You're right." Hearing my words, Ryan immediately stopped dragging the beggar, sat down, and took the bag next to the beggar over, "Don't think about running away. The bag where you put the money is with me. I'll see how you'll go on pretending after the police are here."

Hearing this, the beggar became anxious and opened his mouth, intending to bite Ryan.

As soon as he moved, I found that the beggar indeed had hands. It was just that his hands were curled up in front of his chest and that his bones seemed to be different from those of ordinary people. Therefore, if others didn't examine him, they couldn't sense his abnormalities.

After confirming this matter, I became confident and took out my cell phone, intending to call the police directly.

The surrounding ones were all watching the fun.

Seeing that I was going to call the police, the beggar was so scared that he stood up directly, exposed his arms under two sleeves, and said with a bitter smile, "Bro, I was wrong. Please forgive me. It's not easy for me to make a living. Why do you have to do so?"

When the onlookers around saw that the beggar indeed had hands, they changed their minds instantly.

"You're so shameless! How dare you lie to us?"

"My God! You indeed have hands. You're begging here every day. And I've given you a lot of money. Return the money to me!"

"Yes, me too. Give the money back to me!"

The onlookers asked the beggar to give the money back to them one after another.

The beggar wanted to run away. However, seeing that his money bag was in Ryan's hands, he couldn't bear to leave like that.

Ryan sized him up and down and said, "You're younger than me. I'm still working. Why are you begging? Make money with your own hands. However much you earn, you can enjoy spending with confidence. If you make money by begging, the ones who give you money probably lead a worse life than you."

"Yes, yes, yes." Grabbing his money bag, the beggar nodded respectfully.

"Well, except for believers, many people who come here have encountered difficulties in their lives, hoping that Buddha can help them. How come you bear to lie to these people?"

As soon as Ryan educated the beggar, he had a lot of words to say.

The beggar kept nodding, acting like he was about to cry. And he said, "Sir, please give the bag back to me. I surely will work hard in the future. I won't beg anymore."

He knew that once the police came here, he surely would suffer.

Seeing this situation, I couldn't help but persuade Ryan, "Mr. Ryan, calm down. I'll treat you to tea."

Seeing me like this, Ryan smiled, "You're indeed more sensible." He let go of the beggar's money bag and put on a serious look on his face, "Since my disciple is here this time, I'll spare you for once."

The beggar took the money bag and rushed away.

Ryan and I took a ride back to the City S together.

On the road, he asked me, "Are you done with thinking about being my disciple?"

Hearing his words, I was moved.

I thought that it probably would be a good way out for me.

I looked at him sincerely and said, "Mr. Ryan, I've thought it over. I'm willing to be your disciple."

"Really?" Ryan looked at me and said somewhat worriedly, "Being my apprentice means that you have to concentrate on your studies wholeheartedly and that you are not allowed to meet those messy men."

"I don't have any messy men around me anymore." I smiled bitterly, "Patrick married someone else. I have nothing to do with him anymore."

"What?"

Originally, I thought Ryan would be happy to hear this. But I didn't expect him to be angry. And he said, "He got married. And the bride isn't you?"

"Yes. He and I were a mistake in the first place. I plan to completely disappear from his life as well." I lowered my eyes.

"What do you mean?" Ryan looked at me with some suspicion. "You won't take it too hard, will you?"

"I won't. Why should I do that?" I smiled at Ryan and said, "I want to be your disciple. Why would I take things too hard?"

The taxi arrived at the City S soon.

It was only in the morning. So Ryan took me to a teahouse. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

This teahouse was an antique-styled place. He ordered a pot of tea, brewed it, and said, "Since you said you wanted to be my disciple, you have to serve me tea today, acknowledging me as your teacher."

"So fast?"

I was a little surprised.

Although this was what I planned to do, I didn't expect that Ryan would be more anxious than me.

"How come it is fast?" Ryan looked unhappy, "I've been waiting for you to be my disciple for a long time. You're stalling the time. Now that half a year has passed, it's not fast at all!"

As soon as he finished his words, I felt a little embarrassed instead.

As Ryan brewed the tea, he said to me, "If you sincerely want to be my disciple, I surely will teach you whole- heartedly. I'll teach you whatever you want, as long as I can. Even if I can't, I'll ask someone else to teach you."

"Thank you..." I looked at Ryan in a daze.

I had been holding a question back in my heart. Even so, I feared that I would make Ryan upset once I voiced my confusion. So I had been hesitant in my heart.

What if he got mad and rejected me after he heard my question?

Ryan seemed to have seen through my hesitation. He smiled and said, "Many people want to be my disciple. You, who have nothing extraordinary, are mediocrely talented. But I'm devoted to taking you as my disciple. You are curious about it, right?"

I was stunned.

Admittedly, instead of beating around the bush with me, Ryan spoke directly and harshly.

After he finished his words, I nodded and laughed awkwardly at the same time.

I didn't know what to say for a moment.

Instead of enlightening me first, Ryan pointed to a cup of tea in front of him and said, "Serve me some tea first. Then I'll tell you."

Looking at the tea, I got up first, picked up the tea, and knelt. Then I held the tea before my eyebrows and said respectfully, "Master, please have some tea."