A wealthy family?
They don't call themselves a wealthy family. From whom did Wanqiu learn that they were a 'wealthy family'?
Ninghai and Ning Qiaozhen?
Gazing at Wan Qiu, Yang Xiaoyu's expression remained gentle: "Yes, our Wan Qiu is a child of a wealthy family."
Wan Qiu keenly noticed the subtle changes in Yang Xiaoyu's emotions; her feelings of 'unhappiness' were quietly reaching their peak.
"But it's not just Dad, Mom comes from a wealthy family too," Yang Xiaoyu said, ruffling Wanqiu's hair. "Are you happy, Wanqiu? Are the people who told you this happy too?"
Yang Xiaoyu's eyes were bright, but Wan Qiu noticed that the 'happiness' in those eyes was gradually disappearing.
The shadow of 'unhappiness' silently spread and expanded from the shadows under the dim light, enveloping Wanqiu.
Wan Qiu tried to remain silent, but Yang Xiaoyu needed his answer.
Wan Qiu unconsciously tensed up, stood on tiptoe, and curled up, trying to protect herself.
Then she slowly said, "Isn't Mom's name Yang Xiaoyu?"
Yang Xiaoyu: "?"
The two people looked at each other.
—Is Dad's name Haomen?
Yang Xiaoyu suddenly realized something and asked, "Do you mean Dad's name is Haomen (meaning 'wealthy family')?"
Wan Qiu nodded.
Yang Xiaoyu was taken aback, looking at Wan Qiu's empty eyes, which were devoid of any color.
When ordinary people hear the word "wealthy family," they experience a variety of complex emotions. In this society, most people are attracted by the word "wealthy family."
As the daughter of a wealthy family, Yang Xiaoyu is well aware of the glamorous life that everyone craves.
But when Yang Xiaoyu saw Wan Qiu's eyes, she suddenly realized that Wan Qiu was different.
This child is not highly intelligent, but is also more innocent.
Yang Xiaoyu longed for her child to return to her side, but she also considered what kind of personality Wan Qiu might have—that he might be greedy, unruly, and uncontrollable.
But now, it was as if the sky had dropped the last raindrop after the rainy night into her hand, which condensed into a cool, pure, transparent gem.
Wanqiu left her at a young and innocent age, yet he could still innocently return to her side.
“Your father’s name isn’t Haomen, it’s Chu Jianshu.” Yang Xiaoyu leaned on Wan Qiu’s head, unable to suppress a laugh. This was an amusing anecdote worth recording.
"What is a wealthy family?" These two words, so prominent in his memory, were not understood by Wan Qiu.
"Don't worry about it, those two words don't mean anything." Yang Xiaoyu rubbed Wanqiu's hair, and could smell the soap in Wanqiu's hair.
To lose something and then find it again is a blessing in life.
However, Wanqiu was puzzled.
If being rich and powerful is meaningless, then is the word "abuse" also meaningless?
Wan Qiu vaguely felt that there were many, many things besides these words, but he had forgotten them.
Yang Xiaoyu called Chu Jianshu. Upon hearing the news, Chu Jianshu was stunned for a while before a smile appeared on his face: "That's great."
On the other end of the phone, Yang Xiaoyu said to Wan Qiu, "Come here, Wan Qiu, call me Dad."
"Dad." The soft, sweet voice of the boy, whose voice hadn't changed, pierced Chu Jianshu's heart, which hadn't been truly excited in a long time. Chu Jianshu moved his lips, but in the end, he only responded with a soft sound.
Despite Chu Jianshu's extensive knowledge, he was unable to say much more to this child who had been lost and found again.
Wan Qiu saw Chu Jianshu again, a tall, refined, and handsome middle-aged man standing in front of Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu was stunned for a long time; the uncle he had met before had suddenly become his father.
The two, one big and one small, stared at each other in silence.
Yang Xiaoyu hugged Wanqiu from behind, unwilling to let go of her precious child whom she had lost and then found again.
Chu Jianshu's voice was gentle, as if he were handling a piece of porcelain that would shatter if he raised his voice even slightly: "Mom and Dad will take you home."
Wan Qiu hesitated and said, "There's no room for my parents to sleep at home."
Chu Jianshu paused, exchanged a glance with Yang Xiaoyu, and didn't understand what Wan Qiu was saying.
Wan Qiu explained, “I can’t use the bed in the master bedroom. My friend is sleeping in my small bed. If my parents want to come, there’s nowhere for them to sleep.”
Chu Jianshu frowned subconsciously, but then remembered that he was facing Wan Qiu, so he relaxed his brow and said gently, "I'm not talking about that family."
Wan Qiu tilted her head: "I only have that home."
At that moment, the air was deathly silent.
“No, Wanqiu, listen to your mother. You’re going home with your mother and father, not to your adoptive parents’ home.” Yang Xiaoyu pulled Wanqiu over and made her face her.
"I have to go back to my own home," Wan Qiu said in a very low voice, protesting against the idea.
At this moment, Yang Xiaoyu and Chu Jianshu understood Wan Qiu's way of thinking.
Wanqiu acknowledges that they are his parents, but does not acknowledge that they are his final destination.
“This is wrong. Your adoptive parents took you away. That’s not your home. Our home is your home. You are my child. You should come back to me.” Yang Xiaoyu couldn’t help but feel anxious. Her joy turned into frustration.
Wanqiu didn't understand these intricacies; he only knew that he had only one family.
However, he vaguely knew that Yang Xiaoyu was unhappy.
It was him who made Yang Xiaoyu unhappy.
Chu Jianshu lowered his head and looked at Wan Qiu: "Don't you want to go back to your parents' home?"
Wan Qiu was held in Yang Xiaoyu's arms, but he vaguely felt that the embrace was getting warmer and hotter.
Yang Xiaoyu exuded an aura of 'unhappiness' from head to toe. The closer Wan Qiu got, the more rampant the ethereal pain became, assaulting Wan Qiu's body and scorching his heart.
Wan Qiu stood up, broke free from Yang Xiaoyu's arm, and separated herself from her unfamiliar biological mother.
Wan Qiu stood not far away, gazing at the scene from afar. There was neither rejection nor disgust, but the three-step distance between them seemed to firmly represent Wan Qiu's refusal.
"I want to go home."
"Why do you insist on going home?" Chu Jianshu's voice was low. "Can't you just go with Dad?"
“My parents said I have to go home.”
Yang Xiaoyu seemed to want to refute something, but Chu Jianshu stopped her.
Chu Jianshu noticed that Wan Qiu was moving backward.
It was a small step, but it was enough to crack the thin ice of their newly established connection.
"Okay, I won't pressure you," Chu Jianshu immediately reassured Wan Qiu. "But can your parents come to see you often?"
Wan Qiu looked up as he observed Chu Jianshu.
Chu Jianshu let Wan Qiu look him over, intending to convey to Wan Qiu the meaning of 'want'.
Wan Qiu finally nodded.
The tense atmosphere eased with Wanqiu's agreement.
When they parted, Wan Qiu carried a large pile of food that Yang Xiaoyu had packed for him.
Wanqiu couldn't wait to take the food home, refrigerate it, and wait for his parents and friends to eat it.
Yang Xiaoyu bent down and noticed that Wan Qiu's slender fingers were red and swollen from being squeezed by the plastic bag containing heavy food, as if they might break.
But she didn't approach Wanqiu again, maintaining a safe distance, and smiled, saying, "Say goodbye to Mom and Dad."
Wanqiu obediently said, "Goodbye, Mom and Dad."
Wanqiu pulled the small cart, his back to them, without looking back, until he disappeared.
“Wanqiu’s condition is different.” Chu Jianshu tapped his temple with his finger. “Bringing him back directly won’t be effective; it might even have the opposite effect.”
Chu Jianshu knew that his wife was in a bad mood and that she had been unable to take the child back home twice in a row. He was afraid that Yang Xiaoyu, who was already short-tempered, was about to reach her limit.
Yang Xiaoyu also knew that what Chu Jianshu said was true.
Faced with her child whom she had lost and then found again, Yang Xiaoyu was somewhat emotional, but she also knew that things couldn't be done overnight.
“At least he understands that we are his parents, and that’s the biggest gain this time.” Chu Jianshu hugged his wife and comforted her. “We’ve waited a long time, and we won’t have to wait much longer.”
Wanqiu doesn't understand the weight of the words "biological parents" now.
Wanqiu never received the love and affection of his family; he was just a child who depended on the two most important people in his life at this stage.
It wasn't them, but Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai.
For Wanqiu, who accepts everything, only the demands of these two people are absolute.
Correcting Wanqiu's mindset is not something that can be done overnight.
Before they can take Wanqiu back, the first thing they need to do is deal with that couple who use the child as a prop and don't share love.
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