Beside the narrow, old, and bustling streets of the city, a beautiful woman, so exquisite that passersby couldn't help but stare for a moment, stood on the uneven paved road.
The exquisite makeup and beautiful clothes seemed out of place on the road stained with dust and mud.
Yang Xiaoyu turned to look at her reflection in the shop window. Her light blue backless dress reached her calves, revealing her slender ankles encased in delicate white sandals with chunky heels. Her long hair was styled in a bun, making her less flamboyant than usual, and more mature and gentle.
Yang Xiaoyu unconsciously gripped her small bag tightly, so nervous that she could hardly breathe.
Soon her child will pass through this road, according to the report from the person Chu Jianshu hired to follow her.
She didn't let Chu Jianshu and Chu Yi come over; she wanted to see the child alone first.
Yang Xiaoyu felt that she would recognize Wan Qiu at first glance, and Wan Qiu might also remember her.
Will they have a dramatic mother-son reunion, embracing and weeping bitterly?
She's not the type to cry easily, and it would be embarrassing if someone she knows saw her crying. But if she couldn't help crying, she would. If Wanqiu cried, she would definitely cry too.
Yang Xiaoyu looked around and noticed that many people were watching her.
Would Wanqiu be happy to have such a remarkable mother?
Yang Xiaoyu's thoughts were in a jumble, but when she saw the slender boy in the distance, whose face she hadn't even had a chance to make out yet, all her thoughts came to an abrupt halt.
The cacophony of car horns, the chatter of people rushing past, and the promotional music playing nearby all vanished in an instant.
Yang Xiaoyu had only one thought—that was Wanqiu, her child.
Wan Qiu was handsome; his excellent features were evident in his face. However, because he was too thin and his cheeks were not fleshy, his eyes appeared disproportionately large, and at first glance, they looked somewhat strange.
He was very thin, not the thinness of a boy in his growth period; his clothes hung loosely on him, as if he were just a skeleton.
When Yang Xiaoyu looked at Wan Qiu, every detail felt like tiny needles pricking her heart.
Wan Qiu's clothes were cheap items that Yang Xiaoyu wouldn't even glance at, with strange logos on them, and his shoes were worn out with frayed edges and obvious tears.
Her child...
How did things turn out like this?
The cold, hard data and texts couldn't inspire her imagination about Wanqiu's current situation, which made her even more shocked when she saw it with her own eyes.
Yang Xiaoyu thought Wan Qiu would look at her.
She has always attracted the attention of those around her. Even though Wanqiu has no memory of her life before the age of five, at least Wanqiu will look at her.
But no.
The child's eyes were fixed on the ground, head down, looking timid and cowardly, as if searching for something. He showed no curiosity or interest in the people around him, and his eyes were empty and too pure.
Yang Xiaoyu remembered the information she had in the documents: Wan Qiu had a low IQ...
The two people who had been following Wan Qiu had stopped not far away, and Wan Qiu was getting closer and closer to Yang Xiaoyu. Yang Xiaoyu thought she would immediately go up and hug the child, but for some reason she inexplicably stopped in her tracks.
Wanqiu was getting closer and closer to her.
We brushed past each other.
Yang Xiaoyu turned around abruptly and saw Wan Qiu squatting next to a trash can near her, reaching into the trash can.
In that instant, Yang Xiaoyu completely forgot about all the things she had been simulating in her mind: how to greet Wan Qiu, how to smile at him, and what her first words to him would be.
She took two steps forward and grabbed Wanqiu's arm. Even she felt that the thin arm was weak. Her own child was growing up so abnormally in a place she couldn't see!
Yang Xiaoyu suddenly pulled Wan Qiu over, her mind infuriated by the current situation, and blurted out, "Wan Qiu! I'm your mother!"
Wan Qiu was half-squatting on the ground, his hand being held by the other person. He looked up in confusion and suddenly met a pair of bright eyes, his expression momentarily stunned.
However, Huang Hu immediately came over: "Madam, that child's hand was injured in a car accident yesterday, and it's still injured. Why are you scratching it like that..."
Yang Xiaoyu's hand suddenly stopped, and she suddenly pulled Wan Qiu's hand and lifted Wan Qiu's sleeve.
Wrapped in white gauze and marked with purplish-blue bruises on her naturally fair skin, Yang Xiaoyu felt her reason slipping away. At the same time, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Wan Qiu's abdomen beneath the hem of her dress, which was half-lifted as she raised her arm.
Before Wan Qiu could react, Yang Xiaoyu bent down and suddenly lifted Wan Qiu's clothes, instantly exposing the huge, hideous bruises on his abdomen to several pairs of eyes.
Huang Hu gasped, and his companion frowned as well.
Wan Qiu immediately pulled down his clothes to cover his wounds, a hint of fear appearing in his eyes.
Yang Xiaoyu felt as if her joyful mood had been doused with a bucket of ice water from head to toe, leaving her fingertips numb. Especially when Wan Qiu struggled to shake her off, her already irritable temper couldn't be contained and instantly exploded to its peak.
"You're coming home with me!!!" Yang Xiaoyu's head was throbbing with anger. She let go of Wan Qiu's injured hand and tried to grab the other one, but Wan Qiu dodged her. Yang Xiaoyu was furious. "I'm your mother, and you have to come home with me now! I'm your mom!"
When Wan Qiu saw the woman in front of him reaching out to grab him again, he immediately took two steps back, shook the plastic bottle bag in his hand, and distanced himself from the strange woman.
“I have a mother.” Wan Qiu frowned, wondering why this beautiful stranger was talking about this. “My mother’s name is Ning Qiaozhen.”
"Go to hell, Ning Qiaozhen! I am your mother, I am your mother! I am Yang Xiaoyu, I am your mother!!" Yang Xiaoyu was about to step forward again, her anger like a burning flame, about to scorch Wan Qiu.
At that moment, a tall man suddenly got out of the luxury car that had been parked nearby and reached out to stop Yang Xiaoyu.
Chu Jianshu reassured her, saying, "Xiaoyu, calm down. Have you forgotten that you said you wanted to leave a good impression on Wanqiu? We agreed that we must stay calm."
Although Chu Jianshu knew there would definitely be problems, he didn't expect Yang Xiaoyu to be so impatient.
"He was beaten! My son was beaten!!" Yang Xiaoyu couldn't calm herself down at all. "Who hit you? Who dares to hit you? I'll kill him!"
People around noticed the unusual situation and all looked over.
Wanqiu realized he was attracting attention, so he pinched the hem of his clothes and pulled his little cart to run away.
"Don't leave! Come back here! You're coming home with me! You have to come home with me today!" Because Chu Jianshu was blocking her way, Yang Xiaoyu even disregarded her image and stepped directly on Wan Qiu's small cart.
Wan Qiu turned around, clearly unwilling to abandon the small cart and the cardboard box on it. She pursed her lips, somewhat at a loss: "Why?"
"I'm your mother, why?! I'm letting you go home, why do you want more?!" Yang Xiaoyu even raised her voice, disregarding her image.
The strange woman and her strange words displeased Wan Qiu, who reminded her, "I have a mother."
"Go to hell! What mother would beat her own child like this, and even pick on the belly to hit him?" Yang Xiaoyu was so angry that she could hardly contain herself.
Wan Qiu retorted, "My mother didn't hit me."
"Come back with me! I'll tie you up and take you back today!" However, Yang Xiaoyu was only focused on Wan Qiu's injuries and couldn't hear anything else.
The onlookers had already started taking pictures with their phones. Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Chu Jianshu frowned and said, "Xiaoyu, calm down."
"Madam, kidnapping is illegal. Please calm down." Huang Hu, who was standing to the side, also stepped forward to comfort her, unsure whether he should stop them.
Wan Qiu looked at the situation in front of him helplessly. Suddenly, Huang Hu kicked Wan Qiu's trolley, freeing it from Yang Xiaoyu's feet.
Wanqiu was somewhat wary of the suddenly appearing, irritable woman, especially after she saw the wound her mother had told her not to let others see. Driven by guilt and emotion, she turned and ran away with her little cart.
"Ah—" Yang Xiaoyu screamed in frustration and despair at being stopped, "That's my child, my child, give him back to me, give him back to me!"
The scene was chaotic, and Chu Jianshu tried his best to comfort them.
Chu Yigui, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly appeared in front of Yang Xiaoyu and reassured her, "Mom, don't worry, I'll go."
Upon hearing that Chu Yigui was leaving, Yang Xiaoyu finally regained some of her senses.
"Mom, I'll contact you anytime. Calm down, your brother might be panicking too." After receiving Chu Jianshu's nod of agreement, Chu Yigui took off and chased after him.
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