"Do you have any hobbies?" Zhou Peiyu asked Wan Qiu as she tidied up the mess Wan Qiu had casually tossed aside.

Wan Qiu thought for a moment: "Dance."

Zhou Peiyu raised an eyebrow and turned back in surprise: "You really came to learn because you like dancing?"

Wan Qiu nodded, still vividly remembering the sight of everyone dancing happily at her birthday party.

"What about the others?" Zhou Peiyu asked.

Wan Qiu said, "Study."

"...Do people really enjoy studying?" Zhou Peiyu asked incredulously.

Wan Qiu nodded, finding learning very interesting.

Zhou Peiyu's expression was complicated: "If you usually only talk about these two things, then it proves that you really don't have any special hobbies. What do you usually do?"

Wan Qiu always felt that there were actually many things he could do.

But I vaguely feel that I might be slow at doing things, which is why I feel there is so much to do.

“It’s good to have a hobby now and then, otherwise it’s so boring,” Zhou Peiyu said. “Having a hobby also helps you make a lot of friends!”

Hobby……

In the past, hobbies were considered equivalent to extracurricular classes, but Zhou Peiyu now says they are not.

"Boys all like playing video games, right? Why don't you find a game to play or something?"

Wan Qiu thought of all the different games Chu Zhang had downloaded onto his phone, but he had hardly ever played any of them, and chose to remain silent.

"Peiyu, bring your friends out for some snacks!" Zhou Peiyu's mother called out to them.

For Wan Qiu, this was his first time visiting his friend's house.

The initial anxiety dissipated because of the gentleness of Zhou Peiyu's parents.

Although a little reserved, Wanqiu was very happy.

The pastries made by Zhou's mother are sweet, unlike those made by the family chef.

Mr. Zhou is a very good cook; his food is uniquely delicious.

They would ask Wanqiu about her grades at school, and also about her time in the dance studio...

If they asked too many questions, Zhou Peiyu would suddenly interrupt them, preventing them from pressing Wanqiu for answers.

Zhou Peiyu always seemed very willful. If her mother put food she didn't like on her plate, she would put it directly into her father's bowl.

Zhou Peiyu would also urge her mother to hurry up and go square dancing, saying that her mother was always talking to them and couldn't have any fun.

Wan Qiu kept watching Zhou Peiyu, who was unrestrained at home but still received smiles from Zhou's parents.

Zhou Peiyu did many things that were beyond Wan Qiu's comprehension.

But he didn't sense that Zhou's parents were unhappy about it.

Wan Qiu played with the dolls in Zhou Peiyu's room.

I listened to the songs Zhou Peiyu had saved on my computer.

In Zhou Peiyu's room, Wan Qiu saw Zhou Peiyu's personal hobby space.

Before going home that evening, Wan Qiu called Yang Ze, who arrived quickly.

Zhou Peiyu escorted Wanqiu to the entrance of the residential area and said goodbye to her.

Wan Qiu spotted Yang Ze waiting at the entrance of the residential area. Yang Ze was standing under the streetlights at night, waiting.

In the complete darkness, Yang Ze's black clothes seemed unable to be illuminated by the lamplight.

Upon seeing Wan Qiu, Yang walked directly in his direction.

They were only a short distance apart.

Wan Qiu walked quickly toward Yang Ze, not knowing why he was in such a hurry.

It was as if they were infected by Yang Ze's eagerness.

When Wan Qiu stood in front of Yang Ze, she looked up and met Yang Ze's gaze.

In the dead of night, Wan Qiu could not clearly see Yang Ze's expression.

"I, I've finished playing, I, Second Brother, I..." Wan Qiu stammered for some reason.

Until Yang Ze patted Wan Qiu on the shoulder.

The thick, large palms felt different from the tough feeling Wanqiu remembered.

Her palm covered his shoulder, conveying a warm tenderness.

Wanqiu's anxious emotions calmed down because of this touch.

"Get in the car, it'll probably be a while before we get home." Yang Ze's voice was gentle, and even though Wan Qiu couldn't see Yang Ze's expression, she could still feel his gentleness.

Yang put his arm around Wanqiu's shoulder and placed her in the passenger seat. Wanqiu then buckled up her seatbelt.

Yang Ze, who was about to fasten Wan Qiu's seatbelt, watched as Wan Qiu did it himself.

Back in the driver's seat, Yang asked, "Did you eat your fill at Zhou Peiyu's house?"

"I'm full," Wan Qiu said.

"We'll pass some snack shops on the way back. Would you like to stop and take a look?" Yang asked.

Wan Qiu refused.

It's very late today.

He stayed at Zhou Peiyu's house for a long time, and Zhou Peiyu had many things he wanted to show him.

Wan Qiu thought about calling Yang Ze, and it seemed that Yang Ze would arrive soon.

"Is Second Brother nearby?" Wan Qiu vaguely felt that Yang Ze came to pick him up too quickly.

Yang Ze suddenly paused, and asked awkwardly, "Will you hate it?"

Wan Qiu countered, "What do you dislike?"

As the vehicle drove through heavy traffic, even at night, the atmosphere inside became cramped as it passed under the overpass.

"I've been nearby, waiting for you to contact me," Yang said after a long silence. "Isn't this a lot of burden for you?"

Wan Qiu didn't quite understand why Yang Ze would have such an idea, and pondered it carefully.

Do you feel burdened or that you're causing trouble?

Did Yang's behavior around him make Wan Qiu feel like he was being a burden?

Wanqiu didn't think so.

"I don't think so," Wan Qiu thought to herself, "I just wish I had come out sooner so that my second brother wouldn't have to wait too long."

"This is the burden, isn't it?" Because he had to worry about him and couldn't have fun, Yang Zecai wouldn't tell Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu thought for a moment, then shook his head: "No burden."

Yang looked ahead in silence and said, "This is not a good thing. I shouldn't have done this."

After much thought, Wan could only say, "I don't know, but if this is a bad thing, Second Brother will correct it, right?"

In Wanqiu's eyes, his family members were all perfect.

Their family is very wealthy, and it's said that intelligent people are more likely to make money.

He thought Chu Yigui was very smart, so her parents must also be smart, and her older brothers must also be smart.

Wan Qiu's idea was simple and straightforward.

Yang drove very slowly and steadily.

Yang then parked the vehicle on the side of the road and turned on the hazard lights.

"Second brother?" Wan Qiu asked in confusion.

Yang buried his head in the steering wheel; the tall, muscular man looked somewhat dejected.

"Is Second Brother feeling unwell?" Wan Qiu patted Yang Ze's arm.

"No, don't worry." Yang Ze just wanted to calm himself down.

While he was still worried about his own affairs, Wan Qiu had already completely trusted him, who was still very immature.

Yang did not want to betray this trust.

Yang felt guilty about accepting this leniency.

"Wanqiu, if it's something you suggested, I'll do it." Yang straightened up again, turned his head to look at Wanqiu, "Even if it's the most trivial thing, I'll do it."

Wanqiu didn't understand.

But Yang Ze now reminded Wan Qiu of the favor Chu Zhang had asked him to do back then.

On Chu Yigui's birthday, Chu Zhang, whom he had finally managed to see, pulled him aside and whispered something to him.

He told Yang Ze to do everything for him.

"Why?" Wan Qiu didn't understand.

Yang Ze quietly tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

Cold and aloof men are not good at expressing their emotions, and when they are nervous, their gloomy and serious expression makes those around them feel pressured.

"That way, I'll know that you need me."

When Yang finally said those words, he found that they weren't actually that hard to say.

The time when Yang Ze was treated as an outsider by his family was the period that truly suffocated him.

During the period when he lost Wanqiu and his feelings for Wanqiu gradually became distorted, he also developed a dependence on Wanqiu.

I want to be needed.

I want to be relied upon by Wanqiu.

Wan Qiu seemed to understand why Chu Zhang had said those words back then.

If this is what Yang wants him to do, then he will do it in the future.

Wan Qiu really couldn't think of anything he could do that would make Yang Ze do it.

"I will try my best," Wan Qiu said.

Yang was both amused and exasperated.

"This kind of thing doesn't require effort."

Although such an approach is actually a form of escapism and despicable act, for Yang Ze, it also represents a confrontation with himself to some extent.

It will be much easier.

Yang restarted the vehicle, and the somewhat tense atmosphere inside seemed to ease considerably.

Although she could never give Wanqiu a very good suggestion, she was able to find her own direction through her conversations with Wanqiu.

Wanting to say something to ease the tension, Yang would occasionally glance at Wan Qiu.

Yang noticed an unfamiliar hair clip on Wan Qiu's head and asked, "Did Zhou Peiyu give you this hair clip?"

Wan Qiu was taken aback, reached out and touched it, and found that it was the hair clip that she had forgotten to take off.

Wan Qiu shook his head: "It was brought out by accident."

There's another dance class tomorrow, and Wanqiu will take the hair clip back to Zhou Peiyu.

Wan Qiu did not shave his head; schools nowadays don't have very strict requirements regarding hairstyles.

Yang Xiaoyu didn't seem to like Wan Qiu keeping her hair too short, and often gave Wan Qiu small hair clips.

“It’s very cute,” Yang said.

“Zhou Peiyu has many lovely things,” Wan Qiu said immediately.

"Did you have a lot of fun at your friend's house?" Yang asked.

Wan Qiu quickly replied, "Mm."

"That's good." Yang Ze breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, most of the time, Wan Qiu did nothing but listen to Zhou Peiyu talking.

She would talk about school, about Chu Zhang, and about her parents.

Wan Qiu witnessed a completely new way Zhou Peiyu interacted with her parents.

Although they bickered and argued with each other, their voices were always tinged with affection.

Even the words of complaint seemed to carry an intimate tone, like sweet desserts.

In that atmosphere, Wan Qiu seemed to become a spectator, standing in front of the television set.

There are all sorts of creative advertisements on TV, news programs, and TV dramas, some of which Wanqiu can understand, and some of which he can't.

However, by simply using the remote control to change the channel, you can see all sorts of TV programs.

What Zhou Peiyu’s home revealed to Wanqiu was like a rich and colorful world unfolding within a small box.

Wan Qiu felt that this must be what "colorful" meant.

Wan Qiu also wondered if other people would have the same feeling when he talked to his family.

Isn't it colorful too?

After Yang brought Wanqiu home, Wanqiu still told her family about what happened at Zhou Peiyu's house.

This has almost become a habit for Wanqiu to come back and report on whatever he does when he goes out.

Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu seemed very happy and encouraged Wan Qiu to visit his friends' homes more often if he had the chance, and they could prepare gifts if needed.

Wanqiu, who had been feeling uneasy about going to her friend's house for the first time without any preparation, finally relaxed.

Before going to sleep, Wan Qiu went to see Chu Yigui.

In front of Chu Yigui, Wan Qiu politely thanked Chu Yigui.

Chu Yigui asked in surprise, "Why did you thank me, brother?"

“I had a lot of fun because you agreed to let me go to my friend’s house,” Wan Qiu said.

Chu Yigui tilted her head and said to Wan Qiu, "This is my brother's right. At this age, it's normal to go to a friend's house to play."

Wanqiu also knew.

Even before Wan Qiu returned to the Chu family, he knew that it was normal to visit friends' homes.

We would occasionally get together to visit a friend's house.

Wanqiu also heard someone say that there was a curfew at home and they had to go home early and couldn't play for long.

However, Chu Yigui also said that their family was not quite normal.

"I dared to do this because my younger brother agreed," Wan Qiu said to Chu Yigui earnestly.

Chu Yigui's expression was somewhat subtle, but she eventually sat down next to Wan Qiu.

"I just hope my brother can live a normal, ordinary life," Chu Yigui said.

Because Wanqiu has never truly lived a normal life, even after returning here, he is always surrounded by abnormality.

He hoped that Wanqiu could do whatever he wanted, just like anyone else.

Wan Qiu blinked: "Is a normal life a happy life?"

Chu Yigui's eyes flickered slightly as she said, "Everyone has a different definition of a happy life."

Wan Qiu blinked, idly playing with the carpet fibers with his fingers.

Chu Yigui's room used to be without a carpet, but because Wan Qiu always liked to sit on the floor, a carpet was specially added.

Wanqiu didn't know if the carpet was ordinary, but it was definitely a symbol of happiness.

Wan Qiu said slowly, "I am living a very happy life now."

Chu Yigui opened her mouth, but in the end only managed a faint smile: "I'm sorry, brother, I was overthinking it."

Wan Qiu didn't seem to quite understand his thoughts.

However, Chu Yigui knew very well that although Wan Qiu always listened to him, he would not be misled by his demands.

This will put Chu Yigui at ease.

He will make a mistake one day, and Wanqiu will correct him.

Wan Qiu suddenly said, "Zhou Peiyu has so many hobbies. She likes following celebrities, she likes her older brother, she likes keeping a journal, she likes washi tape, she likes making things..."

Wan Qiu meticulously listed Zhou Peiyu's wide range of preferences one by one.

But Wanqiu asked, "When Zhou Peiyu asked me what my hobbies were, I couldn't answer."

Chu Yigui said, "Isn't saving money your brother's hobby?"

Wan Qiu was taken aback: "Can this be considered a hobby?"

“Of course, anything you find interesting and want to do can be called a hobby,” Chu Yigui told Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu tilted his head: "But I said I like dancing and I like going to school. Zhou Peiyu said those aren't hobbies."

"It's because your brother didn't tell Zhou Peiyu why you like these things," Chu Yigui explained earnestly to Wan Qiu. "If your brother could express your liking for these things enough, Zhou Peiyu would understand you."

Wan Qiu suddenly realized.

So, it's not that Zhou Peiyu is wrong, but that he's expressing himself incorrectly?

"I'll talk to Zhou Peiyu properly." At this moment, Wan Qiu suddenly realized that he actually had a hobby.

Wanqiu looked at Chu Yigui.

I thought about it.

"So what are your younger brother's hobbies?"

Chu Yigui suddenly paused.

Wan Qiu always managed to find answers in Chu Yigui; this was the first time his younger brother had remained silent for such a long time.

"Doesn't your younger brother have any hobbies?" Wan Qiu asked.

Chu Yigui smiled slightly and said, "I guess you're focused on something."

"Focus?" Wan Qiu had some doubts. Could this really be a hobby?

"Mm," Chu Yigui replied with a smile.

After Wan Qiu left, Chu Yigui's room returned to quiet.

Chu Yigui remained silent for a long time.

When Wan Qiu asked him about his hobbies, Chu Yigui was unable to answer.

He has been trying all sorts of things, constantly learning and enriching himself, whether it's sports or academics, he is always trying new things.

It is only natural for a person to have hobbies.

However, Chu Yigui was unable to find a hobby that she took for granted.

This seems like something that even effort cannot achieve.

Wan Qiu thought of telling Zhou Peiyu about how he had accidentally brought a hair clip with him.

After sending the message, I inexplicably thought of the mobile payment method I had just learned during the day.

Zhou Peiyu said that certain numbers can represent certain blessings.

Based on his memory, Wanqiu sent 520, 1314, 666 and 888 to everyone.

Upon receiving the news, Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu exchanged a glance, both clearly surprised.

Yang Xiaoyu originally wanted to ask Wan Qiu, but it was too late, so she chose to send a message to Wan Qiu to ask what was wrong.

Wanqiu shared what he had learned at his friend's house that day, and how to express love in this way, so he did just that.

Yang Xiaoyu held her phone, staring at the message for a long time.

"Wow, my little one can use mobile payment now! That's amazing!"

While showing off Wanqiu's cuteness to Chu Jianshu, Yang Xiaoyu also sent a money transfer to Wanqiu on her phone.

Chu Yigui stared at the numbers 520 and 1314 on her phone for a long time.

The smile that lingered at the corners of his mouth finally made him look like a soft shaved ice, bringing a touch of coolness to the summer night.

Chu Yigui didn't know what kind of feelings she had when replying to Wan Qiu's transfer request.

He doesn't need the money.

But he saved the screenshot of the transfer from Wanqiu to his private photo album.

Observing his older brother is something he enjoys and is willing to do.

Perhaps this is just his hobby.

Over the next two or three days, Wanqiu received several red envelopes from his family. However, Wanqiu was not as sensitive to the numerical amounts on his phone as he was to paper money.

It was only much later that I suddenly realized how staggering the amount of money would be if it were converted into paper currency.

——

It's another self-study period.

Upon hearing that it was a self-study period, Li Shuo readily decided to skip class, and other familiar classmates quietly followed suit.

Chu Yigui watched Li Shuo leave quietly without stopping him.

Even as the class monitor, Chu Yigui would generally turn a blind eye to students who insisted on skipping class, as long as it wouldn't affect discipline or grades.

Moreover, Chu Yigui also had some selfish motives.

Whenever Li Shuo skipped class, he would always bring Wan Qiu, who was waiting for him on the playground.

Li Shuo wandered around the teaching building and casually glanced out the window. Sure enough, he saw Fu Zhengyu and Wan Qiu among the crowd of elementary school students who had already left school.

Li Shuo leaned against the windowsill, watching Fu Zhengyu play basketball with others, and said with a smile, "He's pretty good at basketball. I wonder when he'll get a basketball game to show off his skills."

The person next to him immediately chimed in, "We haven't had a basketball tournament since junior high. It's really difficult to even play basketball now."

"I'm better at badminton, but unfortunately the gym is always closed and we can't use it."

Li Shuo squinted and saw several burly boys surrounding Fu Zhengyu and others who were occupying a basketball hoop.

They seem to be vying for positions.

However, Fu Zhengyu was not tall and looked very thin in front of several tall boys. His opening and closing mouth looked like a pantomime expressing anger.

Wan Qiu clearly noticed something and began to move closer to Fu Zhengyu.

Fu Zhengyu had clearly gotten into an argument with several boys, and Li Shuo suddenly had a bad feeling.

Suddenly, he turned and ran towards the stairwell entrance, and the others immediately followed.

Li Shuo originally wanted to support Fu Zhengyu, but it still took him a minute to walk from his position to the playground.

At that very minute, Fu Zhengyu suddenly burst into tears.

Fu Zhengyu was crying loudly, and several boys were surrounding him, so Li Shuo couldn't see what was happening at all.

All he knew was that he instinctively grabbed the leader of the group by the collar and punched him hard.

Suddenly, chaos erupted around them. Li Shuo was about to continue punching, but then he noticed Fu Zhengyu sitting on the ground nearby.

Fu Zhengyu was crying hard, and his hands were covered in blood.

Wan Qiu stood beside Fu Zhengyu and used her clothes to tightly cover the back of Fu Zhengyu's head.

"Damn it, take him to the school hospital! What are you all doing here?"

Li Shuo bent down to carry Fu Zhengyu on his back, but fearing that Wan Qiu would bleed again if he let go, he could only bend down and hug her.

The classmates who followed behind Li Shuo were also furious. Pointing at the troublemakers, they threatened, "You just wait, we'll remember this!"

Fu Zhengyu was crying very loudly because of the pain, and Wan Qiu was at a loss.

He witnessed Fu Zhengyu arguing with the other party, and the other party shoved Fu Zhengyu.

Fu Zhengyu fell right next to the basketball hoop, and the normally non-sharp edge directly hit the back of his head, causing a cut.

Fu Zhengyu cried loudly because of the pain and fear, which attracted the attention of many people.

Fortunately, the school has excellent facilities and a relatively advanced campus, so they were able to stop the bleeding immediately.

After that, Fu Zhengyu was contacted by a large hospital to undergo some examinations.

Wan Qiu followed Fu Zhengyu blankly from beginning to end, holding the school uniform stained with Fu Zhengyu's blood in her hand.

Li Shuo called Fu Zhengyu's parents.

Fortunately, after a thorough examination, it turned out that Fu Zhengyu had only bumped his head and suffered minor external injuries.

After being given anesthesia, Fu Zhengyu calmed down. The doctor shaved Fu Zhengyu's hair and stitched him up.

After Fu Zhengyu's parents arrived, they kept shouting and cursing, then grabbed Wan Qiu and asked what was going on.

Enveloped in unhappiness and angry malice, Wan Qiu could only comply with the other party's request and recount what he had seen.

Wan Qiu watched as Fu Zhengyu's parents angrily berated their classmates while simultaneously making a phone call to the school's homeroom teacher.

With Chu Yigui absent, Wan Qiu had no choice but to stay by Li Shuo's side.

It wasn't until Wan Qiu received a call from Yang Xiaoyu, who asked him why he was in the hospital.

Yang Xiaoyu sounded very flustered, and you could even hear her rapid breathing through the phone.

Wan Qiu said that his friend Fu Zhengyu was injured and taken to the hospital, while Yang Xiaoyu said he would go there immediately.

Wan Qiu stood in a corner of the hospital, clutching his blood-stained clothes.

The doctor said that since the head was injured, it was best to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days.

Although Fu Zhengyu always complained about his parents, he was very attached to his mother at this moment, his eyes red from crying.

Fu Zhengyu's mother was watching closely, her eyes red with worry, as if she was about to burst into tears.

Everything seemed to revolve around Fu Zhengyu, and Wan Qiu watched quietly.

Everything was in chaos, and he seemed to be isolated from the world.

"Hey." Suddenly, Wan Qiu was shoved. He looked up at Li Shuo beside him, who was also looking down at him. "What's wrong?"

When Wanqiu came to her senses, that strange feeling of estrangement had disappeared.

He seems to have reintegrated into this place.

"Nothing?" Wan Qiu tilted his head and replied.

However, Wan Qiu, who couldn't lie, still told Li Shuo her thoughts after thinking it over.

"Why is Fu Zhengyu crying so loudly?" Wan Qiu asked, puzzled.

Li Shuo: "...?"

Li Shuo looked down at Wan Qiu.

Wanqiu seemed genuinely confused as to why he was crying.

Could it be that Wanqiu has never been injured?

“If it hurts, you have to cry. Crying is a way to release pain,” Li Shuo said to Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu looked in Fu Zhengyu's direction, feeling lost.

"But it's clearly just a very shallow wound, why is everyone surrounding him..."

Wan Qiu pursed his lips, clearly not understanding why Zheng Yu had become the center of everyone's attention because of a small injury.

Li Shuo was speechless and gave Wan Qiu a disdainful look: "Even when you're injured, your parents still fawn over you like this."

Wanqiu blinked.

He hadn't been injured in a long time, but he hadn't forgotten that pain and injury used to be commonplace.

He never cries or screams when he's injured.

Even though he was injured, no one else sided with him.

Unlike Fu Zhengyu, she won't receive hugs from her parents.

But now, even if he's not injured, Yang Xiaoyu will hug him more often.

Wan Qiu tried hard to recall how worried the others looked when he suffered a minor injury at the Chu family's house.

I also remember being sick and hospitalized, and being surrounded by people at home.

Wan Qiu suddenly realized that he was now just like Fu Zhengyu.

She was surrounded by everyone when she was injured.

Wan Qiu wondered if this was the normal life Chu Yigui had described.

"You've really never been injured? But you seemed quite calm just now, and you even helped Fu Zhengyu press on his wound quite skillfully?"

Li Shuo was just chatting casually out of boredom. He hadn't left because he was just watching the excitement, and he hadn't really thought about the issue in detail.

Wan Qiu nodded obediently and replied, "I used to get hurt often."

"How come you get injured so often?" Li Shuo was a little surprised. Wasn't this supposed to be a pampered young master?

“Before, I wasn’t at my parents’ house, I was at someone else’s house…” Wan Qiu briefly summarized her family situation to Li Shuo.

Because Zhou Peiyu had been informed beforehand, the language used this time was much more concise.

Li Shuo stared intently out the window: "Holy crap, a secret of the wealthy family???"

Wan Qiu: "?"

"So you used to get beaten up a lot?" Li Shuo quickly recovered from his surprise and asked, "So badly?"

"No, it only happens very occasionally." Wan Qiu's hand unconsciously touched the unsightly, centipede-like scars on his body under his clothes.

Because Yang Xiaoyu insisted that Wan Qiu apply scar-removing medication every day, and because Wan Qiu was already growing up, many of the small scars on his body had disappeared, and the largest scar had also faded considerably.

"That's serious enough sometimes." Li Shuo thought about Fu Zhengyu, who needed stitches but wasn't in mortal danger. "Were your injuries more serious than his before?"

Wan Qiu was quite knowledgeable about injuries, and nodded: "The most serious one, I think I almost died?"

Li Shuo looked surprised: "You can talk about this so casually? I thought you were the kind of pampered young master who was raised at home. I didn't expect... No wonder you were bullied at school before."

Wan Qiu did not answer.

Although I remember the past very clearly, it no longer seems so important.

For Wanqiu, nothing is better than the present; it is the best.

Wanqiu would even occasionally wonder if those difficult past experiences were meant to help him understand how good his current life was.

Li Shuo didn't care whether Wan Qiu answered him or not, since Wan Qiu had never been very good at talking.

While the two were idling around, Li Shuo suddenly asked, "So, what happened to your parents from before?"

Ning Hai and Ning Qiaozhen...

These two names seemed to have been out of Wan Qiu's mind for a long time, but they resurfaced because of Li Shuo.

“I don’t know,” Wan Qiu murmured. “I haven’t seen my parents since they abandoned me.”

Li Shuo suddenly laughed: "You got your revenge from your current parents, didn't you?"

Wan Qiu was stunned and looked up blankly.

Under Wan Qiu's bewildered gaze, Li Shuo chuckled.

“If I had known that my son was living that kind of life under their thumb, I would have made sure they were paralyzed for the rest of their lives. I don’t believe that your parents really didn’t lay a hand on those two people.”

"What do you mean?" Wan Qiu was a little confused when he heard such a statement for the first time.

Li Shuo stared at Wan Qiu; he had indeed never seen Wan Qiu commit any evil deeds.

They probably genuinely don't understand.

“Everyone has a vengeful nature. I’m not close to Fu Zhengyu, but if someone hits him, then I have to get back at that person.”

Li Shuo offered a rare patient explanation, his eyes filled with contempt, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

"Your parents are the same. You beat them up like that, how could they not be angry? Impossible!"

Wan Qiu opened his mouth and said, "Nobody told me, I don't know."

"It's normal that they don't tell you. After all, how can someone openly and brazenly announce that they're going to do something bad? But I don't know what your parents think."

Li Shuo didn't know the true situation of Wan Qiu's family; he was only guessing.

Wan Qiu stared blankly at Li Shuo, unable to react at all.

He stared blankly ahead, but could see nothing; he was lost in his own thoughts.

Wan Qiu always felt that Ning Hai and Ning Qiaozhen must have abandoned her to live a better life.

Even knowing that their behavior towards me was terrible, at that time, it was a better life compared to what I had experienced.

Wanqiu doesn't hold a grudge against them.

Wanqiu even... loved them.

So if Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai can live well elsewhere, Wan Qiu will be happy.

But... if what Li Shuo said is true...

Where are Ning Hai and Ning Qiaozhen now?

It's in a place he doesn't know about, but do his parents know?

"Baby!" Suddenly, Yang Xiaoyu appeared in front of Wan Qiu.

With a worried heart, the young mother stepped forward and gave Wanqiu a big hug.

"You scared your mother to death! Do you know how terrified I was when I saw you in the hospital?"

Wan Qiu patted Yang Xiaoyu on the back: "Mom, I'm not hurt."

"What exactly happened? Tell Mom. Did they try to bully you in the first place?"

The thought of this possibility sent a strong urge for revenge rushing to Yang Xiaoyu's head.

When she saw Wanqiu's blood-stained clothes from afar, her mind went blank for a moment.

Wan Qiu stared at Yang Xiaoyu, and seemed to vaguely sense Yang Xiaoyu's mood.

Yang Xiaoyu also noticed Wan Qiu's observation, took a deep breath, and relaxed her expression.

Wan Qiu recounted what had happened.

Overall, the matter did not involve him; it was just Wan Qiu protecting his friend.

"Thank goodness they weren't trying to bully our little one. If I found out..."

Yang Xiaoyu spoke through gritted teeth.

Wan Qiu watched from the sidelines the whole time.

"But after all, they are our child's friends, and they have even helped our child before."

Yang Xiaoyu stood up and went to Fu Zhengyu's parents to negotiate, expressing her willingness to help them.

Li Shuo chuckled softly from the side: "Look, do you think your mom would let your ex-parents off the hook?"

Li Shuo's words were like a fine thorn, suddenly piercing into Wan Qiu's flesh and blood.

It wasn't very painful, but I could constantly feel a dull ache coming from where I was pricked, and a noticeable stinging sensation if my finger brushed against the thorn.

Too clear to ignore.

Wan Qiu received a call from Chu Yigui and realized that it was already time for get out of class to end.

Wan Qiu looked at Yang Xiaoyu, who was talking to Fu Zhengyu's parents, and then realized that Yang Xiaoyu had arrived very quickly.

Yang Xiaoyu discovered he was in the hospital very quickly.

Chu Yigui arrived in front of him ten minutes later: "Sorry, brother, I was a little late explaining problems to my classmates today."

Li Shuo laughed from the side, "I thought the teacher had come back to teach in the middle of the class."

"The teacher didn't come," Chu Yigui said to Li Shuo. "Do you remember the students who caused trouble back then?"

“I vaguely remember, but the others who were with me should remember.” Li Shuo shrugged.

"Mm," Chu Yigui replied, standing beside Wan Qiu.

But this time, Chu Yigui sensed that something seemed amiss.

Whenever he was by Wanqiu's side, Wanqiu would instinctively hold his hand.

But not this time.

Chu Yigui lowered her eyes to look at Wan Qiu, only to find that Wan Qiu's eyes were fixed on Yang Xiaoyu.

Unlike the usual dependence and probing, there seems to be something more subtle.

Chu Yigui is still unable to decipher it.

Because Wan Qiu was merely Fu Zhengyu's friend, and Yang Xiaoyu's help was only supplementary, the real issue involved the conflict between Fu Zhengyu's parents and the person who hit Fu Zhengyu.

Wan Qiu followed Yang Xiaoyu home. Yang Xiaoyu pinched Wan Qiu's cheek and said, "If anyone bullies my baby, I will never let them get away with it. I'll skin them alive, even if they don't die."

Wan Qiu did not answer.

Yang Xiaoyu took Wanqiu out for a lavish dinner under the pretext that he was frightened, but because they had to go to class the next day, she eventually took them back to the house next to the school.

“Sweetie, if you feel scared, you can call Mom anytime,” Yang Xiaoyu said to Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu watched Yang Xiaoyu drive away, and Chu Yigui took Wan Qiu's hand.

Wan Qiu followed Chu Yigui into the apartment building's stairwell.