The boy listened expressionlessly.

"Do you have any proof? You are my parents."

Jiang Wanning handed him the paternity test results.

"This is a paternity test result. This is the record of their childbirth at the hospital. Hello, cousin, I'm your older cousin."

The boy looked at Yu Man.

Yu Man pleaded in her eyes, "Baby, I am your mother. I raised you for the past thirteen years."

Jiang Wanning interrupted Yu Man: "Shut up! Giving him food and keeping him from starving to death is what you call raising him? Hiding him in the basement for thirteen years and only occasionally taking him out, is that what you call raising him? That's abuse! Not raising him!"

The boy's skin was exceptionally white, the kind of white that comes from never seeing the sun.

“Cousin, my name is Jiang Wanning. You can call me by my name or by my older cousin. The life you've lived before wasn't a real life. I'll show you what it means to live in the sunshine, to be a young person in the sunshine, okay?”

Jiang Wanning's expression was calm, without any dramatic emotional fluctuations.

She was once an unwanted and unwelcome child herself, and she understands the feelings of teenagers better than anyone else.

The boy's resistance lessened, and after hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

"Then what about her?"

“That’s an adult matter, you don’t need to worry about it. You are your aunt and Teacher Meng’s child, they will let you know what real parents are. Just because you call Yu Man Mommy doesn’t mean she has really done what a mother should do. No. If she had been nicer to you all these years, I could say that although she is not your biological mother, she has at least fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother, but unfortunately, she has not.”

The boy's gaze fell on the paintings on the wall.

Did he draw it?

He pointed at Meng Tian.

"Yes. Your dad is a great painter, and so is your mom; they paint very well. I also like to paint. Do you like to paint too?"

"Yes, I like it."

After the boy finished speaking, he looked at the glass of water that belonged to him on the coffee table in front of him.

He wet his fingers and then painted on the glass of the coffee table.

Jiang Wanning looked at him without saying a word to disturb him.

Soon, the boy drew the outline of Meng Tian, ​​which was remarkably similar.

“I remember him. She said it was him who didn’t want me. But I remember, I often drew his likeness in the basement.”

He seemed to dislike Meng Tian, ​​yet he also seemed to like Meng Tian, ​​which troubled him somewhat.

Xu Ying covered her mouth to stop herself from crying out loud.

Jiang Wanning patted his head and said sincerely, "You draw very well too. From now on, we won't draw on the ground anymore, we'll use paper, pretty paper, pretty canvases, and paints. Can you paint a picture of me then?"

The boy looked closely at Jiang Wanning, and as he looked, a shy expression appeared on his face: "You are very beautiful. I will work hard to draw your beauty."

Jiang Wanning smiled and said, "Thank you."

Yu Man screamed frantically, "No, Andy, I'm your mother! Baby, we don't recognize your father anymore, come with me, baby."

Li Yixuan said coldly, "Send her to a mental hospital. I think she's already mentally deranged."

The boy looked at Yu Man and stood up: "I want to talk to her."

Yu Man looked at him with hopeful eyes: "Baby, Mommy loves you so much, Mommy can't live without you."

The boy looked at Jiang Wanning, then at Xu Ying.

Xu Ying's eyes were filled with sorrow, which seemed to cause him a pang of pain.

"I feel like you don't love me. Mom, this is the last time I'll call you Mom. Actually, I secretly watched TV. Other children can go to school and play with other children in the sunshine, but I can't. Mom, you don't love me. It's not that you don't have money, you just don't want to spend it on me. So, all you want is for me to be easy, for me to be good, for me to just survive. You don't love me. Now I know what love is. You're not my mom."

After he finished speaking, he didn't look at Yu Man again.

Yu Man was taken away.

Xu Ying cautiously approached and sat down next to the boy.

"Hello."

The boy looked into Xu Ying's eyes and said, "I know, you are indeed my mother. Because my eyes look a lot like yours."

He then habitually dipped his finger in water to paint, drawing out Xu Ying's eyebrows and eyes.

"Yes, it's very similar. I've looked in the mirror, and my eyes look like that too."

Meng Tian walked over and said, "Child, I am your father."

The boy glanced at him indifferently and said, "Oh."

Meng Tian was a little disappointed.

Xu Ying rarely saw Meng Tian get the short end of the stick, and suddenly felt like laughing instead of crying.

"Once we're all settled here, let's head back to China. We should take this child back with us as soon as possible. By the way, he doesn't have a name yet, what should we call him?"

“Meng Yu. His name is Meng Yu.” Meng Tian said, “Back then, A Ying and I agreed that the boy would be named Meng Yu.”

Everyone stayed overnight here.

The boy woke up many times throughout the night.

He couldn't sleep, so he got up and was hungry, looking for something to eat.

Previously, I could only drink water to combat that feeling of hunger.

Now, he wants to get some water.

There was someone in the living room.

Xu Ying and Meng Tian were both awake and got up quickly.

Hearing the noise, the two looked over, and Meng Yu instinctively wanted to run away.

"Hungry? Want some cake? I made it myself."

Xu Ying suddenly stood up.

"It doesn't contain cream. Cream is too oily, and I'm afraid you won't be able to digest it."

Her chiffon cakes are exceptional; they are incredibly soft and don't collapse.

Xu Ying had already cut it into pieces.

"Come here, Xiaoyu, sit here."

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