Chapter 232 Grandpa and Grandma
Wei Cuilan also often felt that Xiaobao was not actually looking at her husband, and his eyes were often unfocused somewhere.
Sometimes when there was no one else in the room, Wei Cuilan could vaguely hear:
"Thank you, Grandpa."
“…Will he die?”
These kinds of words were all from Xiaobao's voice. It sounded like he was talking to someone, but the other person never showed up.
Her husband's fever lasted for several days, and she asked several doctors to see him. They all said that he had caught a cold and prescribed some medicine and told him to rest for a few days.
A few days later, her husband's illness really got better, and Wei Cuilan finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, what she didn't expect was that the first thing her husband did after he was able to get out of bed was to beat Xiaobao again.
He beat him and cursed him at the same time, saying that the brat was a traitor who only helped ghosts to bully his father.
He also kept saying that the boy was possessed by an evil spirit and that he had to be kept under close watch from now on and not allowed to step out of the house again, lest he attract some unclean creatures from outside.
At this point, Wei Cuilan sighed deeply:
"Master, my husband firmly believes that this child is evil and can only be kept at home to avoid disaster."
"But I always feel something is wrong, but my husband won't let me take Xiaobao out."
"That's why I took Xiaobao out to try my luck when he was drunk and asleep. Actually, I have heard about your deeds a long time ago, but I didn't expect to really find Tianming Pavilion."
Wei Cuilan stood up and bowed deeply to Yun Qingqing, saying:
"Master, please help us."
Yun Qingqing listened to her in silence and suddenly asked:
"Your husband is not Xiaobao's biological father, right?"
Wei Cuilan paused and looked at Xiaobao hesitantly.
But Xiaobao, who had been silent all this time, looked up at her and said calmly:
"He's not my biological father. I already knew that."
“……”Wei Cuilan’s expression changed, she sighed and nodded.
"In fact, Xiaobao's biological father passed away not long after I gave birth to him. I remarried to my current husband with my child."
"But..." She looked at her son in confusion and asked, "When did you know? How did you know?"
Xiaobao still said calmly:
"My grandparents told me."
Wei Cuilan took a breath and said a little excitedly:
"Where did your grandparents come from? Both your biological father's parents and your current father's parents are long gone! Are you done yet? Do you think it's fun to scare us with this kind of thing?"
"I know you hate him for beating and scolding you, but even if you want to take revenge, you should take revenge on him! I am your biological mother! How have I ever let you down? You actually scare me like this every day..."
Wei Cuilan became more and more excited as she spoke, and in the end she burst into tears, as if she had completely forgotten where she was.
Yun Qingqing knew that she needed an emotional breakthrough, so she waited quietly by the side without disturbing her.
She silently observed the little boy for a while, only to see that he sat in his seat with an expressionless face, eyes downcast, and motionless, as if the person crying beside him was not his mother, but a stranger who had nothing to do with him.
He should be a lively, naughty and young boy, but he sits there like a sculpture.
Yun Qingqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and told a fortune by counting on her fingers.
After the hexagram came out, she was stunned for a moment, and the look she gave Xiaobao was more profound.
But she said nothing until Wei Cuilan's crying gradually subsided. Then she handed her a handkerchief to wipe her tears, stood up and said:
"Let's go. To resolve this matter, we still have to go to your house."
Wei Cuilan looked up at her blankly, and suddenly retreated:
"What... going home?"
"Or...or just forget it..." she murmured.
Yun Qingqing's eyes were slightly cold:
"Since you have come to me today, the cause and effect have already been established. I am afraid this matter is not something you can decide."
Wei Cuilan's face changed, and she suddenly stood up and said with some momentum:
"But I just came to you to help my little treasure get rid of the evil spirit. I never asked you to come to my house!"
"If you really have the ability, don't let Xiaobao attract those unclean things and make the house restless! What's your purpose in going to my house if you don't work hard on Xiaobao?"
Yun Qingqing had been talking to her patiently at first, but seeing her attitude, she was no longer polite.
She looked at Wei Cuilan coldly and said:
"You know it very well, don't you? Who is causing unrest in your home? Is it really this poor child of yours?"
"Or your husband who has no achievements outside, only knows how to show off to his wife and children at home, and beats and scolds them to vent his anger when they disagree?"
Wei Cuilan's face flushed red, and after choking for a long time, she managed to say:
"That's our own family affair! Why do you, an outsider, have the right to interfere?"
Yun Qingqing sneered:
"I don't mind your family affairs, but what I want to intervene in is not your family affairs, but two murders!"
"What!" Wei Cuilan was stunned for a moment, and immediately screamed, "Don't talk nonsense! Even if our family doesn't have any ability, we have always abided by the law. How could we be involved in a murder case!"
"I respect you as the legendary Master of the Fate Pavilion who has been kind to countless people, so I came to you for help. How could you use a murder case to harm our family?"
Seeing that she was so stubborn and tried to escape from reality, Yun Qingqing ran out of patience as she didn't even have the courage to find out the truth.
She stretched out her hand to Xiaobao and said:
"Xiaobao, come here."
"Xiaobao, ignore her, let's go home!" Wei Cuilan angrily pulled Xiaobao's arm and was about to leave.
But the little boy, who had been quiet and well-behaved and showed no emotion, suddenly shook off her hand and walked towards Yun Qingqing.
Wei Cuilan was stunned and looked at him in disbelief:
"Xiaobao, you...you don't even recognize your mother?"
The little boy looked at her expressionlessly, walked straight to Yun Qingqing, held her hand, and looked up at her quietly.
Yun Qingqing rubbed his hair and said softly:
"Xiaobao, tell your mother who the two grandparents who played with you were?"
Wei Cuilan's expression changed again:
"What do you mean... This kid can't even speak now, how can he explain something like this clearly!"
But as soon as she finished speaking, Xiaobao turned his head and looked at her directly, saying word by word:
"They told me they were my grandparents, but not my biological children."
"They are the parents of my current dad."
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