“My son, why does he have to worry about that little bottle every day…” Yang Xiaoyu’s angry voice came through the earpiece, bringing Chu Yigui back to focus on Wan Qiu. “I’ve had enough. I don’t want to wait anymore. So what if I tie him up and bring him back? He’s not very bright anyway. He’ll believe me if I coax him!”

Chu Yigui stood not far away, watching Wan Qiu go back to rummage through the trash cans.

“My brother is just not smart, but he has feelings.” Chu Yigui also knew that Chu Jianshu’s worries were justified.

Wanqiu relies on and trusts Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai. After being forcibly separated, Wanqiu will trust her real family, but she will also retain sincere feelings for Ning Hai and Ning Qiaozhen.

However, although we cannot take Wanqiu back immediately, it doesn't mean we can't do anything.

Chu Yigui said, "Mom, maybe you can tell my brother directly that you are his biological mother."

"But yesterday..." Yang Xiaoyu's anticipated first meeting was ruined by her own temper, and she regrets it now.

"It's okay, Mom, my brother is very innocent."

Chu Yigui saw that thin person, small, quiet, and silent in the dimly lit and cramped rented room.

He couldn't maintain the indifference he thought he could.

Wanqiu should be filled with gentler scents, such as the smell of sunshine, grass, and clear water, rather than the smell of damp sheets, mixed food, rotten planks, and cheap soap.

"Your brother will believe you, as long as you tell him sincerely." Chu Yigui heard her own voice, calm.

But Chu Yigui didn't know if she was truly at peace.

Chu Yigui took the initiative to get close to Wan Qiu, wanting to know Wan Qiu's thinking, habits, and personality, but found that he was a blank slate.

Wan Qiu is an empty shell; he does not possess the colorful thoughts that a normal person has.

Yang Xiaoyu remained silent.

Yang Xiaoyu glanced at her husband, Chu Jianshu, who nodded.

As parents, they really didn't want to watch their son do anything for that cold, indifferent cage devoid of blood ties and warmth for even a minute longer.

They saw hunger, hardship, and wounds, but not resentment, anger, or hatred, so they were at a loss and powerless.

"Yi Gui, give Mom some time to spend with Wan Qiu," Yang Xiaoyu said with a sigh.

"I'm leaving, goodbye."

Just as Wan Qiu was unpacking and putting away a cardboard package, Chu Yigui's voice came from above.

He looked up and saw Chu Yigui's back as she turned and left.

Have they left?

Wanqiu blinked.

His friend is generous, intelligent, and handsome.

Among all the passersby, Chu Yigui stood out the most.

Only after Chu Yigui disappeared around the corner did Wan Qiu turn around, dragging his small cart, and continue along his usual route.

When Wanqiu encountered a student, the first thing he noticed was the bottle in the student's hand.

The second thing to note is that the other person called you by your name.

"Wow, it's Wan Qiu. Picking up trash again today?"

Several male and female students stood together in front of Wan Qiu.

They were classmates and friends, but Wanqiu was Wanqiu's classmate, not his friend.

Yang Xiaoyu tidied herself up in front of the shop window, then strode quickly toward her child, her steps filled with anticipation and joy.

From afar, Wan Qiu could be seen looking up, appearing exceptionally petite among a group of tall, strong, and well-developed boys and girls.

"Who is this?" Wan Qiu asked a student from another class who was unfamiliar with him.

“A classmate of mine is an idiot. I always see him picking up trash in the neighborhood.”

As Yang Xiaoyu got closer, she heard several people chatting.

"You have a classmate who's mentally challenged?" one of the girls laughed. "No wonder he looks so strange."

"He's got something wrong with his head. If you don't believe me, give him the bottle in your hand and make him drink your beverage. He'll definitely drink it," Wan Qiu's classmate laughed.

However, the girl hugged her drink bottle with disgust: "Isn't that an indirect kiss? I don't want to indirectly kiss an idiot."

Wan Qiu stood in front of several students, who almost surrounded him, making it impossible for him to leave.

Wan Qiu didn't know what these people wanted him to do. It seemed they didn't want him to do anything, but they also didn't want him to leave.

Wan Qiu took a step back, trying to leave, but suddenly bumped into someone.

It was a unique fragrance that seemed familiar, enveloping Wanqiu gently, as if the scent had confined him to a certain realm.

A woman appeared behind him.

The woman was already tall, and with the addition of high heels, she appeared even taller.

A bright red dress and long, wavy hair give a woman an aura that sets her apart from ordinary people, and her striking makeup makes her appear even more domineering.

The woman's cold gaze swept across the faces of the students.

Young elementary school students are no match for powerful adults, and for a moment no one spoke.

An arm was put around Wanqiu's shoulder, and Wanqiu was led directly through a group of elementary school students.

She had more important things to do and no time to waste on rude brats.

Yang Xiaoyu looked unwell. She knew Wanqiu wasn't doing well at home, and she also thought that Wanqiu might not be doing well at school either.

The elementary school students didn't say much, but the information they conveyed was enough for a perceptive adult to notice something amiss.

She wouldn't be in her nature not to retaliate against those who bullied her child.

Revenge is also very simple.

It would be enough to simply let the news expose some minor incidents that happen at school.

She has countless resources in this area, but now is not the right time.

Yang Xiaoyu turned her head to look at Wan Qiu, and just then her eyes met Wan Qiu's as he looked up at her.

Yang Xiaoyu's expression stiffened, she suppressed her temper, and revealed a gentle and warm smile.

This time there was no forceful pulling or shouting; Wan Qiu quietly followed Yang Xiaoyu's side.

He was very close to the woman, and the woman's pleasant fragrance lingered.

He knew this woman; she had lifted his clothes yesterday.

Wanqiu unconsciously pulled down the hem of her clothes.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong yesterday." Yang Xiaoyu noticed Wan Qiu's actions and immediately took two steps back to a safe distance. "Can you give me a chance to speak?"

Yang Xiaoyu's decision to stop short and her lack of assertiveness made Wan Qiu's guard disappear easily.

"What did you say?" Wan Qiu asked.

"Can we go somewhere else?" On the noisy street filled with traffic and crowds, Yang Xiaoyu was concerned about every factor that might affect her honesty with Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu nodded, but his expression showed hesitation.

It's almost lunchtime. There are lots of bottles to collect at the food street around lunchtime. The weather is so nice today, there will be a lot of people there.

Yang Xiaoyu took out a 100-yuan bill from her bag.

Wan Qiu watched as the woman held up banknotes in front of him: "I want to talk to you. Can I buy time to talk to you with money?"

Is that okay?

Wan Qiu swallowed hard.

He had already agreed, but suddenly he received a hundred dollars.

Wanqiu had only ever seen a hundred-yuan bill when he was running errands for his parents; he knew that it could buy a lot of things.

How long would it take him to save up 100 yuan by collecting recyclables?