Chapter 4 Even if Brother Xiaoxue doesn't like me, ...
Without delay, the couple set off immediately for the Blue Sky Welfare Home.
Little did they know, there were others who acted even faster than them.
As early as when terms like "Song family," "young master," and "swapped babies" first appeared online, reporters who had caught wind of the situation were already brazenly entering the welfare home under the guise of donating supplies.
Not long ago, because of Luo Yunqing's heroic act of saving people from an armed assailant despite the danger, reporters had come twice, but there were more people than this time.
They're all here to dig up some juicy gossip about the newly minted young master of the Song family.
Upon arriving at the facility, they were shocked by its unique nature and exclaimed in disbelief, "There are actually welfare homes like this in Yanjing!"
There are 27 children in the orphanage. Nearly half, or even very few, are healthy. Some are deaf, blind, or have polio. There is even one child who has been carrying HIV since childhood.
The environment wasn't too bad, but it wasn't great either; it was poor inside and out.
Various vegetables and fruits are planted diligently in the corners of the inner and outer walls, forming a simple three-story circle.
The boys and girls live separately. There aren't enough beds, so the younger ones have to share a small bed. Most of their clothes are donated by the community, so they are half new and half old, but they are clean, and the holes have been sewn up.
When the first group of people arrived, Luo Yunqing was mending clothes for a six-year-old boy in the courtyard. The 1.8-meter-tall boy sat crampedly on a low stool, the morning light streaming into the courtyard and falling on his dark hair, making him look as if he were bathed in a soft halo.
She's also very skillful; she managed to sew a pink butterfly out of the hole.
"Crack!"
The shutter clicked unexpectedly.
"Excuse me." The man scratched his neck awkwardly and put down his camera. "I think your embroidery is quite beautiful."
Sewing clothes is simple; anyone with hands can do it.
But embroidering a butterfly is not an easy task.
Luo Yunqing quickly glanced at the press card he was wearing on his chest, grabbed the sides of his clothes, and generously displayed the butterfly. "This was taught to me by a kind, good-hearted aunt."
"you……"
The man could tell the difference in his voice as soon as he opened his mouth.
He has a stutter.
Luo Yunqing pretended not to understand, tilting her head in confusion.
His clear, bright black eyes looked straight at you, piercing into your heart at a glance.
The man swallowed the words he was about to say, but couldn't help raising his camera again. This time, he asked politely, "Can I take a picture of you?"
Without hesitation, Luo Yunqing cut off the excess threads, put the clothes on the little boy, and gave him a shy and innocent smile.
After taking the photo, I asked, "Can I take a picture with my brother and younger brother too?"
The little boy beside him remained quiet with his eyes closed, and only then did the man notice that he couldn't see.
He hesitated for two seconds, then nodded.
Just as the photos were being taken, two sleek, high-quality luxury cars slowly pulled up in front of the welfare home.
The car door opened almost immediately after the car stopped.
Lin Wenting rushed out with red eyes, crying and calling out "Aqing!" before even seeing the person.
Fortunately, Luo Yunqing is very easy to recognize.
No matter how many people are there, you can find it at a glance.
Luo Yunqing turned around, and a woman with a fragrant body hugged her tightly, sobbing, "My child, you have suffered so much."
Lin Wenting was indeed the most beautiful woman in Yanjing when she was young. Even now that she is older, the sight of her reddening eyes can still soften the hearts of many people present.
If this were their first meeting... Luo Yunqing might have softened her heart.
But the truth is always so disappointing.
When Luo Yunqing saw Song Jingguo get out of the car, her pupils contracted, and she stretched her neck and laughed maniacally three times in her heart. Then she hugged Lin Wenting, closed her eyes, and a tear slid down her cheek.
Filled with caution and tentativeness, she softly called out, "Mom?"
Lin Wenting was taken aback, then nodded repeatedly: "It's Mom, it's Mom! I'm sorry, Aqing, I'm sorry, Mom is late."
Yes, we're too late.
"Yun Qing".
Tears streaming down her face, the refined and amiable President Song finally staggered over, accompanied by two bodyguards.
Lin Wenting pressed down on the corners of her eyes, reluctantly letting go, making room for one person, and tightly gripping his right arm.
She probably forgot that just a few days ago, this arm had taken three knife wounds for her, and the wounds had not yet healed.
However, this pain is nothing compared to what I experienced in my previous life.
Luo Yunqing didn't need to expose him in front of so many eyes and camera lenses, so he just let his biological father scan him from top to bottom like he was looking at merchandise.
He wanted to join the Song family, for Pei Yanli, for his mother-in-law and the younger brothers and sisters in the orphanage, and even more so for... himself!
"Qing'er, you've suffered so much all these years."
A stranger patted his shoulder, and the father and son repeated the same few words over and over.
They say they're not tired of it, but Luo Yunqing is getting tired of hearing it.
Her eyelids lifted slightly, and her similar phoenix eyes looked up at Song Jingguo's face before quickly looking down. She shook her head and said, "I'm not upset. I just... I just missed you all... I thought you didn't want me anymore."
Her voice trembled with grievance.
Song Jingguo glanced at the cameras around him and sighed deeply: "How could I not want you? Dad went to investigate this matter. Back then, your mother had just given birth to you in the hospital when an earthquake struck Yanjing."
He didn't finish speaking, nor did he need to. "In the end, it's all our fault for not protecting you properly, leaving you here..."
"My mother-in-law and the hospital director are very kind to me."
Dean Qu came out as soon as the Song couple arrived, and stood at the door so as not to disturb their family reunion.
Hearing Xiao Luo calling her, she pushed through the crowd and went forward.
The old lady was short, and she looked up to greet everyone: "It's hot outside, please come inside and sit down."
The dean's office was on the first floor, with wide-open windows. On the desk was a pot of bean pods waiting to be picked, and besides that, there was an entire wall of books, each with varying degrees of creases at the corners.
The old lady kindly poured two glasses of warm water for me.
Upon learning that Luo Yunqing had found his biological parents, they knew this day would come, so they prepared all the documents for when he was sent to the orphanage, including his birth certificate and the death certificates of Luo's parents.
"Xiao Luo is a sensible and obedient child, and he studies well. These are all the awards and certificates he has received over the years of schooling." The old lady unzipped the plastic seal and took out a thick stack of papers, her eyes crinkling into several wrinkles.
"And there's more..."
"Dean Qu." Before she could continue, Song Jingguo rubbed his temples and interrupted, "Yunqing is our own son. We're here today, so naturally we're taking him back."
The tone of a superior that commands absolute authority.
The old lady slowly closed the plastic bag and nodded in agreement with his words, "That's for sure."
After a moment of silence, he got up, opened his desk drawer, and took out several printed documents. His voice was noticeably lower: "According to procedure, once the child is found, we also need to make a record here. Please check if there are any problems. If not, please sign here."
Then, smiling, he said to Luo Yunqing, "Little Luo, your parents have come to pick you up. Go...go pack your things."
Luo Yunqing lives upstairs.
Back in the room, there were two sets of brand-new, well-fitting clothes on the small single bed, and another five hundred yuan was stuffed in the pocket.
"Mother-in-law..."
Knock, knock.
There was a knock on the door, a pause, and then another knock.
Xiao Feng poked his head in, "Brother Xiao Luo!"
Luo Yunqing quickly wiped her eyes. "Why is Xiaofeng here? Weren't they handing out snacks in the classroom?"
"Yeah, there's so much good food today." Xiao Feng rummaged around and pulled out two big bags of milk candy, stuffing them into his hands. "Here! My brother's absolute favorite!"
"Wow, so much candy." Luo Yunqing squatted down and hugged his outstretched hands. "Thank you, Xiao Feng."
Xiao Feng grinned, his features still swaying wildly in a smile.
But she quickly lowered her head again, looking sullen, and said, "Is my brother leaving?"
He hid behind the door and saw the aunt in the pretty dress hugging his brother, who called her "Mom".
Brother, you're leaving with Mom.
"Brother will come back, he will come back to see you. When he does, he will bring you lots and lots of candy."
"I don't want to!" The hand that could barely hold the candy suddenly wrapped tightly around Luo Yunqing's neck. "I only want my brother, please don't go, brother."
"Brother... can't bear to part with Xiaofeng either."
But in my past life, because I couldn't bear to let go, I ended up grasping nothing.
Luo Yunqing hugged him tightly, then gently pushed him away, "But brother must, must go."
"Why?"
My brother clearly doesn't look happy at all.
The cicadas were chirping loudly in the treetops. Luo Yunqing looked out the window, her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxing. "Brother wants to see someone, a very, very good person."
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The Song couple stayed at the welfare home all day, and only left with Luo Yunqing in their car near dusk.
In the rearview mirror, the white-haired director, hunched over, chased after him out of the orphanage, clutching the savings card he had placed under his pillow along with the five hundred yuan. The card contained not only the money he had earned delivering food over the past month, but also the two hundred thousand yuan given to him by Song Moyan.
With the help of various media outlets in publicizing this today, I believe the orphanage will be able to survive even after he passes away.
Those kids, usually quite well-behaved, actually dared to run behind the car. Luckily, the teacher caught them both and brought them back...
"elder brother!"
"Brother Luo!!"
Luo Yunqing pursed her lips and resolutely looked away.
One of my hands was pulled over and held.
Lin Wenting couldn't bear it after just one day at the orphanage. She couldn't imagine how he had endured all these years. "Mom has had the room cleaned. From now on... Mom will never lose you again."
Luo Yunqing lowered her gaze to her two hands, her fingernails stained with a bright vermilion.
In her past life, she had the same hands. Because he refused to arrange a marriage for Song Xuechen, he pointed at himself and cried out hoarsely, "I'd rather not have a son like you." Two years later, when he knelt down and begged her to save his mother, she walked away coldly...
A smile curved her lips, and Luo Yunqing grasped his hand in return, saying softly in an extremely calm tone, "Mom will keep her word this time."
Otherwise, I won't want you anymore.
"well!"
Lin Wenting said "okay" several times.
Before the words had even faded, I received a call from Song Xuechen.
At the same time, Song Jingguo looked over.
"Let Mom answer it." Luo Yunqing squeezed the small ceramic piece in her hand and chuckled almost imperceptibly. "Perhaps Brother Xiaoxue has... something to do."
Lin Wenting was initially worried that he would mind, but upon hearing this, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately answered the phone, which was about to hang up.
Song Xuechen's voice could be faintly heard through the receiver.
Lin Wenting replied with a few words:
"Almost home."
"And your younger brother Yunqing."
"Really? You have a gift for your younger brother?"
Luo Yunqing suddenly gripped the ceramic piece tightly, a slight smile playing on her lips.
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As we entered Beicheng Longwan No. 1, it was completely dark.
On both sides of the asphalt road, there is a street lamp every two meters, imitating the style of Europe in the 1990s, extending all the way to the door of the Song family.
As the extended Bentley Mulsanne drove by, its heavy doors slowly opened from the inside.
A boy wearing a French-style ruffled-sleeve shirt strode out, his hair barely past his ears, brown and slightly curly, exuding a sweet berry scent; he looked like he had grown up in a honey pot.
In contrast, Luo Yunqing wore a simple white T-shirt and black pants, her hair hadn't been cut for several months, and she exuded an air of poverty. She only had a black handbag by her side.
"Xiao Qing, we meet again. Do you still remember me?" Song Xuechen fluttered closer like a butterfly.
He's a bit shorter than Luo Yunqing, at 175cm, so you have to look up at him.
Thanks to Song Jingguo's explanation at the orphanage, coupled with Song Moyan's public relations efforts, the online opinion of him as a fake young master has been significantly reversed.
He was simply switched at birth by medical staff during the earthquake, that's all.
The misfortune that Luo Yunqing suffered had nothing to do with him.
Staring intently at that delicate, fair face, and recalling the slashes and bloodstains he had left on her before she jumped into the sea, Luo Yunqing couldn't help but laugh: "...Of course I remember. We just met not long ago."
"It's good that you remember!"
Song Xuechen responded with a smile.
After looking him up and down, and noticing his wrinkled T-shirt and pants, she couldn't help but show her disdain: "Xiao Qing only brought one bag? You have so little luggage."
"And one more." Luo Yunqing raised her hand, extending the ceramic piece she had been holding all the way: "This is for Xiaoxue, for Xiaoxue's brother."
The porcelain rabbit, no bigger than the palm of a hand, had an uneven face with dents and bumps. Song Xuechen frowned, feigning ignorance: "What is this?"
"This, this, this is..."
"Qing made this especially for you." Lin Wenting came over and explained for the stammering person, adding, "It took her all afternoon to make."
It may not look good, but it's the thought that counts, so we should accept it no matter what.
Song Xuechen curled her lips and reluctantly extended her hand.
However, before it could be caught, the ceramic piece fell to the ground, shattering into tiny pieces with a clatter!
"Little bunny!"
Luo Yunqing exclaimed in surprise, her eyes instantly turning red: "Xiaoxue, even if Brother Xiaoxue doesn't like me, please don't break things!"
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