Chapter 3 Now everyone knows, he is...
"Brother!" Xiaoyu tilted her head, holding her sun hat, and waved, calling out, "Brother, I'm here."
Luo Yunqing lowered her eyes and walked closer and closer, but slower and slower, until the last few steps she even took with her hands and feet moving in unison.
Above the mask, thick, dark eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.
Pei Yanli.
It's Pei Yanli alive!
very nice.
I thought I would only be able to see him after returning to the Song family.
His legs… Luo Yunqing’s gaze involuntarily fell on his legs, which were covered with a cashmere blanket, but she quickly looked away. She tried to appear calm as she walked to Xiaoyu’s wheelchair and knelt down, but when she opened her mouth, her stuttering became even worse: “What…what happened?”
"The yellow bike," Xiaoyu said, her voice getting softer and softer, "The yellow bike hit this big brother."
Luo Yunqing tightened her grip on the wheelchair armrests, slowly turned around, and didn't dare to look up the whole time. "I'm...sorry."
Bending over, the thin, oversized shirt clung tightly to her back, clearly showing her spine vertebrae extending from the back of her neck down. Her forearms, which could be completely covered with one hand, were wrapped in thick gauze tied in a bow.
Both brothers are sick.
"It's alright." It was just a small matter, and Pei Yanli didn't need to make a big deal out of it. "The child was very well-behaved and has already apologized."
He pushed the shared bike forward a little.
Luo Yunqing had no choice but to release the wheelchair and reach out her hands to receive it. The toy bulldozer, carrying a faint sandalwood scent, was placed in her palms.
He and Pei Yanli didn't know each other yet.
Two years later, my mother-in-law became seriously ill.
He had already spent the five million he had severed ties with, and with nowhere else to turn, he went to a bar to sell himself for quick money.
To be fair, he's quite handsome, and many people are eager to hire him. A big boss in the building materials business was willing to pay a high price to hire him. Apart from being a bit older, heavier, and having an oily face, he's pretty good.
The price had been agreed upon, and they were about to get on the bus and leave when Pei Yanli suddenly appeared and ruined the good thing.
He can't get angry.
This person offered three times the price.
Although the big boss was unwilling, he was also wary of his status, so he finally slunk away with his tail between his legs.
But this man was very strange. Despite spending so much money, he didn't sleep with him. For the first two years, he only let him do some simple chores and wouldn't even let him help with bathing.
Later, he learned to massage his necrotic legs, and got a little closer...
Luo Yunqing hugged the toy car, buried her head deeply, and said in a trembling voice, "Th-thank you."
"You're welcome."
The wheels creaked and groaned as they trod across the cobblestone path and out of the corridor.
Until it disappears.
Luo Yunqing maintained the same posture as before, pulling the bulldozer closer to her chest with a bit more force, trying to retain that lingering scent in this way.
"Huh? Why is brother crying?"
Against her black hair, her bright red ear tips stood out against her striking white skin.
The last time Xiaoyu saw him was three years ago, the day his older sister Xiaoshuang was adopted. He found his brother curled up behind the big stove in the kitchen, his head buried in his knees, his ears burning red.
Thinking her brother was sick, she went to her mother-in-law, only to find out that her brother had been crying.
Her ears turn red when she cries.
That was the first time he had ever seen his brother cry.
This is the second time.
"Brother, don't cry, don't cry." Xiaoyu scratched her ears and cheeks and quickly said, "Xiaoyu won't play with cars anymore, and she won't sunbathe anymore."
“Brother didn’t cry.” Luo Yunqing quickly pinched her sleeve and pressed her eyes hard a few times, then turned around to explain, “Brother was thinking about how to drive this little yellow car.”
He put the bulldozer on the ground, took Xiaoyu's hand, and started the remote control.
The bulldozer's excavator arm jerked and lurched as it extended and retracted.
It's not as good as Xiaoyu's own control.
She peeked at her brother and said she hadn't cried, though her eyes were red.
Ugh! Never mind.
Let my brother play for a while too.
…………
Until the sun sets.
Song Moyan left the orphanage and went to the company, finally arriving home under a sky full of stars.
"How's Xiaoxue? Is she feeling better?" He loosened his tie and took off his coat.
The nanny, Liu Ma, took it and nodded: "Madam took care of you all day, and your fever just broke. She asked about you several times during the day. I guess you've taken your medicine and are asleep now."
Aunt Liu asked again, "Would you like to eat first or...?"
"I'm going to check on Xiaoxue."
As the most beloved young master of the Song family, Song Xuechen's room was large and bright. The room was filled with souvenirs he had brought back from his travels around the world before he was ten years old, and a display cabinet more than five meters long in the corner was filled with various toys and figurines.
A semi-circular open-air balcony is located outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Standing on the balcony, you can see the artificial lake not far away, where several rare black swans swim for you to admire.
As Song Moyan walked, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. When he reached the door, he knocked three times.
After waiting a while and seeing no one open the door, she pushed the handle open and called out, "Xiaoxue."
A small bulge appeared on the bed, and it moved slightly, seemingly reluctantly.
Song Moyan chuckled softly and closed the door.
Using the light reflected from the outdoor swimming pool, I walked to the bedside and sat down. "Xiaoxue is still angry with her brother."
The blanket was thrown back with a rustle, revealing a delicate-looking, baby-faced boy with mournful eyes. "Why is it taking you so long to come back, brother?"
I sent him a message at 2:30 pm, asking him to come home, but he didn't get home until almost 8 pm.
Song Xuechen snorted again and again, "I know, I'm not your biological brother, so you don't love me anymore."
Her sweet voice trembled slightly, as if she was about to cry.
Song Moyan's heart skipped a beat. He pulled the person into his arms, his fingertips stroking the smooth cheek, and sighed, "How could that be? Xiaoxue will always be my cutest little brother. Your brother... loves you the most."
"I don't believe it." Song Xuechen turned her head to the other side in a huff, her voice tinged with jealousy. "Brother is going to have another little brother soon, he'll definitely forget about Xiaoxue very quickly."
“Xiaoxue is just saying things out of anger. No one can surpass you.” His hand slid down and touched her rosy lips. Song Moyan’s eyes darkened and his breathing became noticeably heavier. “Don’t worry, Xiaoqing won’t take your place, and she won’t… stay for long.”
Old Master Pei was eager to bring good fortune to Second Master Pei and couldn't wait any longer.
“He’s been in an orphanage since he was little, so it’s inevitable that he’ll harbor some resentment. In a couple of days, we’ll have Mom bring him back and indulge him for a while. Then he can marry into the Pei family in your place. Wouldn’t that be great?”
Upon learning that his younger brother had been switched at birth, Song Moyan began to ponder the matter.
I heard that Master Pei broke his leg in a car accident and is unable to take care of himself. Xiaoxue has been pampered since childhood, how could she endure such hardship?
As for Luo Yunqing, we'll just give him more compensation later.
"Oh? Isn't that a bad idea?" Song Xuechen frowned, worried. "Would he be willing to do that?"
"Marrying into the Pei family in your place, and as the second master of the Pei family at that, is already considered very good." Song Moyan pinched his delicate nose. "Or does Xiaoxue want to marry a cripple?"
"I won't marry you, I won't marry you." Song Xuechen quickly freed her nose from his grasp, grinned, and hugged him back. "I want to stay by your side forever, brother, and let you take care of this little good-for-nothing."
Song Moyan said, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "You said it yourself."
Her peach blossom eyes blinked a few times, and Song Xuechen slipped out of his arms like a fish, curling herself into a ball. "My cold isn't better yet, I'm going to sleep. Goodnight, brother!"
…………
That night, some people had sweet dreams.
Some people also had sleepless nights.
Luo Yunqing tossed and turned in her small 1.2-meter bed. She got up before five in the morning, washed up, went to the kitchen, rinsed a pot of rice, covered it, and put it in the stove to steam.
The welfare home currently has only three teachers besides the director. They not only have to cook, but also do laundry and other chores.
There are nearly thirty children in the orphanage. The youngest is just learning to speak, and the oldest is Luo Yunqing, who will not turn eighteen until the end of August, which is more than half a month away.
There's just too much work to do, not to mention that they're all elderly people in their fifties, almost sixty.
Even if Luo Yunqing didn't have time, he would still squeeze out time to help. Only if he did more could others do less.
The idea is good, but not the only one.
Less than twenty minutes after I entered the kitchen, while I was sitting behind the stove tending the fire, someone pushed the door open and came in.
Luo Yunqing peeked out and bumped right into the sneaky girl.
"Brother! You can't sleep either?"
"Qingqing, what are you doing here at this hour?"
"I..." The girl, who had just entered the third year of junior high school, touched her ponytail and her eyes darted around. "I was hungry, so I came to steal some food."
Forget it, there's never any leftover food in the kitchen every day.
"A child like you won't grow tall if he doesn't get enough sleep. Go back and sleep some more." Without giving her a chance to refuse, Luo Yunqing pointed to the door.
Ten years later, Qingqing is still this tall, probably because she used to get up early and secretly do chores.
"My brother is talking about me too."
At fifteen or sixteen, he was at the age of rebellion. Qingqing pulled over a small stool and sat down next to him, staring at his hands: "Grandma has told you to rest, but you're still like this. I'm going to tell on you tomorrow."
Luo Yunqing: "..."
This little girl is quite adept at manipulating people's weaknesses.
"Hehe." Seeing that he didn't speak, Qingqing laughed. After laughing, she looked at him in the firelight reflected from the stove: "Brother, is something on your mind?"
After returning from the hospital, she noticed something was wrong with him; he barely ate anything for dinner. "It's Xiaoyu's illness..."
"Xiaoyu is doing well." Luo Yunqing broke off a piece of firewood and put it into the stove, saying, "The doctor estimates that in another three or three months, we will be able to get a kidney."
"That's great!" Qingqing grinned happily, but soon became worried again, "A kidney transplant costs a lot of money, right?"
"Don't worry about the money, I have a way." Luo Yunqing paused, then turned to look at her. "You're a big sister now, so remember to take good care of your younger brothers and sisters, okay?"
"Brother...you're leaving, aren't you!"
She had a premonition when the man in the Rolls-Royce arrived today.
Her lips twitched down, and tears began to well up in her eyes. Before they could fall, she forced them back, forcing a smile. "It's nothing, it's no big deal. Don't worry, brother, I'll take good care of them."
"Qingqing..."
"Brother, you must take good care of yourself from now on."
Amidst the crackling of the fire, Luo Yunqing gazed at the little girl whose eyes were red and who was no longer looking at him, and murmured, "Okay."
*
Yang Kang was considered slow.
After hanging up the phone, I investigated again carefully, gathered all the evidence, and then unexpectedly released the news at six o'clock in the morning.
By the time the Song family wanted to seal it off, it was too late.
"What on earth is going on?!"
"Haven't we already silenced the hospital?"
Upon seeing this news early in the morning, Song Jingguo nearly fainted from anger.
At the dining table, Song Xuechen, who was curled up like a quail, was also deathly pale, her nails digging into her palms as if she wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from her mouth.
Now everyone knows he's a fake.
A counterfeit product that has taken over someone else's business!
Online, there were even real photos of them washing diapers, growing vegetables, and delivering takeout at the welfare home.
In an instant, ridicule, mockery, and insults came pouring in, like a mountain pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
"What do we do now?"
Seeing the leaked photos, Song's mother, Lin Wenting, felt heartbroken, but when she turned her head, her youngest son's pale face left her at a loss.
Both the palm and the back of the hand are flesh and blood.
"What can we do! Now that things have blown up, of course we have to bring them back as soon as possible." Song Jingguo said with a stern face, "Let's go together."
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