The maid carried Zhou Siyu down from the attic to the second-floor stairwell. As she watched the maids bustling about downstairs, Zhou Siyu's heart sank, and an indescribable sadness welled up inside her.
He patted the servant, telling him to put him on the ground, and stood at the top of the stairs, clutching the doll, watching four people carrying a stretcher hurrying in from outside.
Too far away, Zhou Siyu couldn't see what the person on the stretcher looked like, only that the person had short red hair.
Even though he had already experienced it once, Zhou Siyu still couldn't help but want to jump off the building, block those people, and beg them to let him see it one more time.
That was his father, his only relative in the world.
Two weeks ago, I gently combed his hair and told him that I was going on a long trip and asked him to take good care of his father.
Zhou Siyu gripped the doll tightly, kicking the man walking towards her with all her might.
What is he doing here?
Zhou Qi frowned and raised his hand to cover his nose, as if Zhou Siyu had some unpleasant odor.
"Mr. Hui..."
“I got down by myself; he couldn’t hold me back.”
Zhou Siyu suppressed her surging thoughts, her clear eyes as calm and still as a deep pool.
“You should be locked up in the attic.” Zhou Qi frowned slightly. This child was acting strangely today, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. However, he quickly dismissed the question and said sternly, “Disobedient children will be punished.”
"Oh, kneeling in the snow, being whipped, or pricking your fingers with needles, it's up to you." Zhou Siyu shrugged, glancing downstairs while holding the doll. "But you'll probably have to wait a while."
Zhou Siyu tossed his hair and continued, "It seems inappropriate for me, as his biological son, not to be present at my father's funeral."
Before Zhou Qi could speak, Zhou Siyu gave him another strong dose of advice: "I heard from Father that he has many friends, and I've never had the chance to meet these uncles, aunts, and uncles. Maybe they're very interested in how you are doing, Dad."
A sweet smile appeared on her dusty little face, as cute as a little angel, yet it sent chills down your spine.
Zhou Qi is very concerned about his reputation, especially now that he hasn't fully taken control of the Zhou family. Everything he does must be perfect.
Therefore, no matter how much he disliked his stepson, he had to act impeccably in public and do his best to be a qualified stepfather.
"Azel, take the young master back to his room and let him try on the clothes we prepared."
Zhou Qi lowered his eyes and looked at the little boy in front of him, who was barely knee-high. He had flamboyant red hair and eyebrows that were exactly like Zhou Yu's, which was extremely annoying. He smiled innocently, but his eyes were devoid of any emotion.
"Thank you, Dad."
Zhou Siyu nodded slightly and followed the butler straight back to her room.
The clothes that were supposedly prepared were not new clothes, but rather altered from Zhou Sijue's old clothes. The alteration was simply a matter of shortening the sleeves and trouser legs.
After Zhou Yu disappeared, Vince was busy searching for his whereabouts and completely forgot that he had a son. Zhou Qi would not care about Zhou Siyu at all and would not allow Zhou Siyu to appear in the public eye unless necessary, let alone prepare clothes for him.
Zhou Siyu changed her clothes and carefully put away her worn-out black cotton-padded coat.
This piece of clothing was secretly bought for him by Grandpa Wang, who worked in the boiler room, with his own wages. When Zhou Qi found out, he kicked him out of the Zhou family. Zhou Siyu never saw that kind old man again after that.
After dinner, Zhou Siyu hugged his doll, stepped onto the table, and leaned against the window, using the small telescope that Zhou Sijue had given him to observe the gate.
Vince's funeral will be held tomorrow, and those attending the funeral are being gradually accommodated in guest rooms on both sides of the main building.
The silver-black family car slowly came to a stop. The driver, dressed in a black uniform, opened the car door, and a handsome man in a black trench coat stepped out and stood by the car, seemingly waiting for something.
Not long after, a boy wrapped in a large black down jacket stepped out of the car.
The boy was very handsome, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and well-defined features. His face, covered by a hat, was as white as a sheet of paper, but his eyes were very bright.
Zhou Siyu's heart raced, and his grip on the binoculars tightened slightly. He never imagined that he and Yu Wei had met when they were very young, and that Yu Wei's features were exactly the same as when he was a child and when he grew up. They had grown up in perfect proportion.
Yu Wei, who was in the distance, seemed to sense something and looked up in Zhou Siyu's direction. His bright, star-like black eyes struck Zhou Siyu's heart. Zhou Siyu was so frightened that he quickly put away his binoculars and patted his chest to calm himself down.
Back then, he was only happy to have clothes and saddened by Vince's departure at the funeral, so he had no interest in observing the guests and had no impression of Yu Wei at all.
If time could really turn back, he would definitely run out and grab Yu Wei, taking her home beforehand, instead of being stuck in this illusion, unable to see her but unable to have her, only able to stare helplessly.
While regretting his actions, Zhou Siyu raised his binoculars, wanting to see Yu Wei.
Yu Wei was still there, standing quietly beside Lin Ling, waiting for him and Yu Zhen to finish their call before going inside together. Apart from coughing occasionally, he was just a background figure.
Watching the two walk through the door, Zhou Siyu ran downstairs, only to be squeezed into a corner and watched Yu Wei sitting on the sofa downstairs. Without the black down jacket, he looked even thinner and more fragile, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
Zhou Siyun, dressed in a pretty little dress, chattered around him, but when she got excited, he just smiled slightly, looking quite tired.
Zhou Siyu clenched his fist. Good heavens, no wonder Zhou Siyun couldn't forget him. At such a young age, he already knew how to play the gentle male lead and attract attention. When he got out, he would definitely beat him to a pulp.
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