Is this a souvenir? Pei Di happily accepted it.

Li Wenhe's eyes flickered, and he smiled as he waited for Mingzhuo to give it to him as well.

“You’re going to sleep at Li Wenhe’s house tonight. If he acts strangely, hit him with a willow branch,” Mingzhuo said to Pei Di.

Li Wenhe: "???"

Not only did he not receive any gifts, but he was also fined?

I instantly felt like I'd taken a 10,000-point hit!

After seeing the person off, Mingzhuo walked a little further along the road by the lake.

A car drove by and then suddenly stopped.

The car door opened, and a woman in high heels, with tears welling in her eyes, rushed over and pulled her into her arms.

"Baby!"

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A few minutes later, the family sat down on the living room sofa.

Mingzhuo looked at the people in front of him.

Her birth mother, Ruan Mulan, is no longer young; wrinkles have appeared at the corners of her eyes, but this does not diminish her beauty in the slightest; she possesses a mature charm that comes with the passage of time.

Her elder sister, Ruan Mingying, was the woman who had just gotten out of the car and hugged her. Her long, curly hair was elegant and charming, like a flower in full bloom, beautiful in a flamboyant and unrestrained way.

The man sitting next to her had just introduced himself as her brother-in-law. He was wearing a suit and trousers, with a cold and stern look. Even sitting on the sofa, he stood tall and exuded the aura of someone in a superior position.

All three of them were very good-looking, and Mingzhuo couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Baby, it's Mom's fault for not taking good care of you." Ruan's mother's eyes were red; the responsibility for giving birth but not raising you ultimately fell on her.

Ruan Mingying's gaze remained fixed on Mingzhuo's face, unwilling to look away.

"It's not Mom's fault, it's my fault, I'm the one who sent you away..."

Ruan Mingying felt deep regret every time she thought about it.

My mother's health was poor after giving birth to my younger sister, and she raised her from a young age.

The little one lacked food and clothing from birth and was thinner than other children his age, but he never cried or made a fuss. He seemed to understand everything and never caused any trouble for the family.

Their family struggled to make ends meet, often going hungry. The elders on her mother's side advised her to send her younger sister to a good family to be raised, saying it would be better than her suffering with them.

She was only fourteen years old then, her shoulders were still tender, her mother was bedridden, and she had a younger sister to support...