Yancuo stayed at home for a few days and did not go to school. Her grandmother did not say anything and made delicious food for her every day. However, as she watched her become quieter and quieter, she could not help but feel worried.
She is still so young, but has to endure so much. I am already very old, and I don’t know how long I can accompany her. Thinking of her unreliable parents, the old man became more and more worried.
If I leave in the future, what will happen to Yan Cuo? Who will take care of her?
The old woman was anxious, wondering if there were any reliable relatives around her. Yan Cuo was a sensitive child, and she definitely couldn't let her suffer any injustice. Her parents were truly unreliable, and she had already ruled them out.
The remaining uncles and aunts all had children at home, and they were worried that Yancuo would be bullied if he lived with others.
As he was thinking, Yan Cuo's uncle, Yu Ruhai, suddenly flashed through his mind.
Although Yu Ruhai and Yan Cuo's mothers were born to the same mother, their personalities were very different. Yan Ruhai was very steady and honest. Most importantly, he and his wife had no children so far, so Yan Cuo wouldn't have to suffer if he went.
As she thought about it, the old woman began to think about how she could convince him to take Yancuo in after she was gone. The old woman didn't have much savings, so she took out her dowry from her youth, a gold chain, carefully put it away, and went to find Yu Ruhai.
Yu Ruhai lives in Ancheng and has a stable job. His company allocated him a house. Although it is not big, it is very nice.
The old man set out from home early in the morning, took several buses, and finally arrived.
Yu Ruhai received her warmly. The old man looked around and saw that the house was very tidy. It seemed that his wife was easy to get along with and not a mean person.
The old man didn't know how to start, and after chatting about family matters for a long time, he finally got to the point.
"Ruhai, I came to you this time because I have something to ask you. Please promise me." The old man spoke with some difficulty, with a look of pain on his face.
Yu Ruhai was a little surprised and said quickly: "If you have anything to say, please tell me. As long as I can do it, I will definitely not refuse."
The old man looked at him and told him his plan word by word: "Ruhai, this is it, I am old, and now Yancuo's parents don't want her. I know I can't be with her for a few more years, so I want to entrust her to you."
After a pause, the old man had a guilty look on his face, "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have given birth to such a beastly son. That's why Yanyan has suffered so much for so many years. She is still so young, but she has to endure the rumors from outside since she was young. She can't have a happy childhood like a normal child.
This is what our Yan family owes her. I have been trying to find a way to compensate her over the years, but I know I don't have much time left to accompany her. After thinking about it, I think you are the most suitable person. Can you promise me?"
Yu Ruhai was silent, and Zhong Hongmei across from him was also silent. He looked at his wife, who looked a little unhappy.
He was a little hesitant. He liked Yan Cuo, who was obedient and sensible. Moreover, it was all his sister and brother-in-law's fault that the child had such an unfair life.
Seeing that they were silent, the old woman became anxious and was about to kneel down. "Just think of me as an old woman begging you. I really can't think of anyone else. Just treat Yancuo as your own daughter and let her take care of you in your old age. Yancuo is a very filial child and will definitely treat you well."
Yu Ruhai hurried to help her up, his expression very conflicted. He kept rubbing his hands and looking at his wife from time to time.
Zhong Hongmei said with a bad look on her face, "Old man, Ruhai and I don't have any children yet. You asked us to adopt a child this old. If we have our own child in the future, how are we going to treat her? This is also unfair to her."
The old woman couldn't help but burst into tears when she heard them talking like this. She really had no other choice, but with her current illness, the time she could accompany Yan Cuo was too short. It didn't matter if she died of her old bones, but Yan Cuo was still so young. If he had no one to rely on in the future, how would he live?
She trembled as she took out the cloth bag from her arms and opened it layer by layer, revealing the gold necklace inside. She took the gold necklace and gave it to Zhong Hongmei, "Child, I know you are a good child. Just pity Yancuo. She is still so young. Once I leave, she will be really alone."
Seeing her like this, Zhong Hongmei felt a little relieved, but she was still a little hesitant.
Yu Ruhai suddenly stood up and took the old man's hand, "Take this necklace back. I promise you, if you have any problems, I will take care of Yancuo and treat him as my own child from now on."
Zhong Hongmei's expression suddenly turned ugly. She wanted to open her mouth to refute, but was stunned by Yan Ruhai's look.
It was rare for him to show such a determined look. Yu Ruhai was usually honest and always gave in to her in any matter. But now he showed such a determined look. Zhong Hongmei opened her mouth but ultimately said nothing.
The old woman didn't take the gold necklace back in the end, and she left it to them. She knew in her heart that when Yan Cuo came, there would be a lot of money to spend, and the only thing she could do was to ask the couple to treat her as well as possible.
After returning, the old man acted as if nothing had happened and continued to take care of Yan Cuo's life day after day.
The incident was later dropped. It was said that Li Yuanyuan later found her pencil sharpener, and the matter was over. However, Yan Cuo never received an apology from those who had instigated the insults.
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