The door slowly opened, and ti stood still as if frozen in eternity. The daylight streaming through the hospital room spilled into the dim corridor.
Hua Jun squinted uncomfortably and wanted to raise her hand to shield her eyes.
The blinding halo gradually dispersed, and the figure beca clear. The sa sharp eyebrows, dark eyes, high nose, thin lips, and chiseled features.
Suddenly, her pupils contracted, and her heartbeat drumd as if it wanted to leap out of her chest.
She murmured in a trembling voice, "Ye Jiang?"
"Hmm?" A deep, familiar voice responded to her.
Hua Jun’s eyes ward, and tears stread down uncontrollably.
**
Early the next morning, Ye Binyi directly took ng Shuyan to the cultural palace without informing Tian Sangsang.
They rode in the driver’s car, and upon arrival, Ye Binyi carried ng Shuyan out of the car.
Today, ng Shuyan was dressed impeccably.
His curly hair, sharp brows and starry eyes, vibrant lips, and pearly white teeth made him unbelievably adorable. Especially since his outfit was brand new—a clean light blue top paired with small black pants, personally chosen and dressed by Ye Binyi.
ng Shuyan furrowed his little brows, wanting to get out of the car on his own, but his grandmother insisted on carrying him.
He was already four years old, wasn’t he?
To Ye Binyi, her grandson was fair-skinned, soft, and cuddly—no amount of holding was ever enough.
Like a tiny sweetheart, or a little quilted jacket keeping her heart warm.
She took a bag from the car, tucked it into his backpack, and lovingly instructed, "Yanyan, this is what Grandma prepared for you. There’s a bottle of milk, a boiled egg, and a small bread roll. Eat it when you’re hungry."
ng Shuyan blinked blankly and nodded. He wasn’t a mom, nor was he pregnant, so how was he supposed to eat all of this? He’d just eaten breakfast; eating more might make his belly grow into a little sister!
"Alright, bye, Grandma." The little guy turned back every few steps, waving softly.
All morning, ng Shuyan seed a bit out of sorts. He was reminded of last night at Grandma’s house, where she kept asking him strange questions. Questions like whether his mom gave him food at ho, what kind of food, and what she and Chun Zisu usually did together?
The confusion lingered. Lately, his mom, grandma, and Chun Zisu had been incredibly nice to him—so nice, it started to make him uneasy. Not that they’d been unkind before, but sothing about this warmth felt... off.
The bottle of milk was finished in the morning. Even though ng Shuyan only wanted a couple of sips, he hated wasting food, so he drank it all because he had to save it.
After school, a kid stood in ng Shuyan’s way.
"Jiang Shuyan, why hasn’t your dad co to pick you up today?"
He thought Zhao Chun was his dad.
This kid was stocky and called Qiangqiang. He was four years older than ng Shuyan and a head taller. He practiced Taekwondo next door and often enjoyed troubling ng Shuyan. The more ng Shuyan ignored him, the more persistent he beca.
Sotis, Qiangqiang even used his size to bully the younger boy, though ng Shuyan always managed to find a way to escape.
ng Shuyan’s face remained expressionless.
"Qiangqiang, who are you talking to?" A delicate female voice sounded as Jia Wenxiu walked gracefully over.
Qiangqiang turned and saw his newly introduced aunt, courtesy of his dad.
Auntie Jia treated him really well and bought him anything he wanted.
Feeling wronged, Qiangqiang complained, "Auntie, this guy won’t pay any attention to ."
ng Shuyan glanced at them, kept his little face serious, tightened his grip on his backpack straps, and quietly moved forward on his short legs.
Jia Wenxiu pulled Qiangqiang to her side and sneered:
"Who do you think you are, and who does he think he is? Don’t play with him; he’s just a stray mutt."
Qiangqiang was confused, "What’s a stray mutt?"
"It ans born of a bitch," she replied.
"Not a person."
"Has a mother but no father to raise him."
"Isn’t worth anything."
"He’ll end up a little beggar soday."
Jia Wenxiu spat out these cruel remarks one after another.
ng Shuyan stopped in his tracks and turned his head slightly, calmly asking, "Who are you talking about?"
Jia Wenxiu snorted, "Who else but you?"
ng Shuyan gave her a cold glare. "I have a dad." This woman was vile.
Jia Wenxiu smirked proudly and jeered in a tone as if speaking to a peer, "You do have a dad, but your dad is already dead."
"You don’t have a dad."
"Your mom is about to run off with soone else. Nobody wants you anymore."
"From now on, you’re just a little stray no one wants."
"Not even fit to carry Qiangqiang’s shoes."
ng Shuyan’s eyes widened. "You’re lying."
Jia Wenxiu laughed. "Why would I lie to you? Don’t you already know?"
"Your dad has been dead for a long ti. Otherwise, why hasn’t he co back yet?"
"Don’t believe ? Go ask your mom!"
ng Shuyan pressed his lips tightly together, tears shimring in his eyes, as he lowered his head in silence.
Recalling the strange changes recently, the sensitive little boy couldn’t help but sense sothing was wrong.
Frustrated from issues with her parents, Ji Wenxiu took this chance to vent her anger on him. She didn’t care if this counted as bullying a child. Once her goal was achieved, she bead at Qiangqiang, saying, "Qiangqiang, wait here while Auntie talks to your teacher."
Qiangqiang wasn’t paying attention to her and nodded carelessly.
"Stray mutt Jiang Shuyan."
Qiangqiang clapped his hands and grinned as he looked at the younger boy.
"No wonder you look like a little girl."
"Actually, no, more like a doll."
"An imported one, huh?"
"Turns out you aren’t even human."
"You’re a tiny stray mutt."
The more he looked, the cuter he found him. Qiangqiang reached out with a little hand, trying to poke him on the cheek.
To see if it was made of tofu—would it feel as soft as dog fur?
Qiangqiang was taller than ng Shuyan, and his finger reached downward. But just as ng Shuyan angrily tilted his head upward, he didn’t notice Qiangqiang’s hand already outstretched. Their positioning mismatched, and Qiangqiang’s finger accidentally poked into ng Shuyan’s eye.
A sharp pain shot through the little boy, and he let out an anguished wail.
Qiangqiang was startled and quickly withdrew his hand, stepping back nervously.
No matter how strong, a four-year-old was still a small child. Pain overwheld ng Shuyan, and his right eye couldn’t even open. He burst into heart-wrenching sobs as tears stread helplessly from his closed eyelid.
At just the right mont, Tian Sangsang and Zhao Chun, who had co together to pick him up, rushed over upon hearing his cries.
ng Shuyan’s entire right eye was red, and tears flowed in a torrent.
Zhao Chun crouched down and looked at his eye with concern. "Yanyan?"
His eyelashes were wet, and his little face was streaked with tears.
The little boy opened his other eye weakly and murmured softly, "Chun Zisu."
"Let check it. Does it hurt? Can you open your eye?" Zhao Chun gently held his small chin.
ng Shuyan whimpered, "It hurts. Mommy."
Tian Sangsang glanced at it, and her heart nearly broke.
The single word "hurts" from her son felt like a knife stabbing into her chest.
She glared furiously at the other child on the scene. "What’s going on here?!"
From a distance, they’d seen the two kids tugging at each other, but as they approached, their son suddenly broke into tears.
Qiangqiang stamred nervously, "I accidentally poked his eye. I didn’t an to~~~"
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