Lin Jingyue didn't rush to find her child after she came into this world. Even if she snatched the child away, she wouldn't have the means to raise him. She first found a job, and only after she had the money could she bring the child back.
She was a workaholic in the last century, with so much experience, she refused to believe she couldn't survive.
If all else fails, she can start her own business, although it will be more difficult in the early stages due to a lack of resources, but the returns will be very high in the later stages.
When it comes to custody, it's very difficult to win against a man, but the law still has some humanity; at least it respects the wishes of the parties involved.
Moreover, Lin Jingyue has already stated that she is infertile and will not have children in the future. Father Li has three children; surely one of them will take care of her in her old age?
In the past, it was always because men were infertile that women had to give up their children. This time, the situation has been completely reversed, leaving even the judge somewhat bewildered.
Lin Jingyue has a stable income, has lost her fertility, and the child prefers to stay with the mother. Furthermore, she has suffered abuse at her father's house over the past few years. Therefore, even if Mr. Li is unwilling to grant custody, he has to.
After leaving the courthouse, she took the children and left in a taxi, not giving Mr. Li a chance to catch up. She didn't even want to look at her eldest son.
There's nothing to see in ungrateful bastards.
Sitting in the car, Li Chengyi felt a moment of disorientation. He felt as if the past few days had been a dream, and he couldn't quite process it. The car's air conditioning was a bit cold, and he couldn't help but shiver.
Suddenly, he felt his hand being pulled. He looked up and saw that his mother had grabbed his hand.
When he rolled up his sleeves, he could see many old wounds and cigarette burns on his arms. His skin looked ugly, making him want to pull back.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
He looked at his arms; the wounds were there a long time ago. Did they hurt? They hurt a lot back then, so much so that he cried out and begged for mercy, but still received no mercy from the other party.
"It doesn't hurt." He shook his head. So much time had passed, he seemed to have long forgotten the pain he felt back then, and now no matter how he touched it, it wouldn't hurt anymore.
How could it not hurt?
The original owner of this body had experienced those painful experiences, including domestic violence while drunk; now, he's just dealing with a different person. How could Mr. Li possibly feel sorry for this son who isn't close to him?
But it's strange that he didn't abuse his second wife. Was it really because of true love?
Lin Jingyue reached out and pulled him into her arms, stroking him repeatedly, as if to comfort him or to support him.
"It's okay. Come live with Mom from now on. No one will hurt you again."
Li Chengyi is actually an epitome of countless second-in-commands, unnoticed and often overlooked. He craves attention, but each time his desire is met with disappointment.
After being ignored for so long, he learned to remain silent. No one listened to his voice, and no one cared about anything he did. Since that was the case, being invisible was just fine.
A child who is not inherently autistic may have closed himself off emotionally due to environmental factors. He may not have autism, but he may have social withdrawal disorder, making him unwilling to try to interact with others and living only in his own world.
In this way, he won't expect anything, nor will he be disappointed.
Lin Jingyue took him home. She couldn't afford to buy a house yet, so she just rented a two-bedroom apartment.
Li Chengyi's room was the second bedroom, complete with a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and air conditioning—it had everything one could need. On the desk were many unopened toys, bought before he was picked up.
I bought a lot of clothes in his wardrobe, all in his size, so that he wouldn't be without clothes to wear when he came to the new house.
"Do you like it?" Lin Jingyue rubbed his head and asked.
Li Chengyi nodded without saying anything.
"There's a restroom on your right. Go take a shower and change into some new clothes. You can do it yourself, right?"
He nodded again.
Mr. Li's salary wasn't high, but it wasn't low either; he could support three children. However, the eldest and youngest children had new clothes, but the second child had nothing.
He wore his brother's unwanted clothes, even though they didn't fit him, he had no choice but to wear them. There were no new clothes for him, and if he didn't wear these old clothes, he would really have nothing to wear.
The clothes Lin Jingyue bought were all made of good quality fabric, comfortable to wear, and didn't itch. She also thoughtfully cut off the tags on the back so her neck wouldn't itch.
At the age of seven, she has not yet attended kindergarten, and she is not yet in first grade.
Thinking about this, she felt an urge to beat up the child's father.
Treating a child like this, aren't they afraid of divine retribution?
But given the current situation, she doesn't know whether she should send her child to school. Whether the child is willing to learn is also a question.
With a click, the bathroom door opened, and the little guy came out.
His hair was wet and plastered to his head. His clothes were probably a bit too big, making him look exceptionally thin, like skin and bones, which was heartbreaking.
Lin Jingyue walked over, picked up a towel and dried his hair. "Doesn't it feel refreshing after washing? Even though it's hot now, it's still better to dry your hair so you don't catch a cold."
"After your hair dries, turn on the air conditioner. It's so hot, I don't know how we'd survive without it. Oh, and there are popsicles in the fridge. Help yourself if you want, but only one a day, don't overdo it."
She talked on and on without any awkwardness, as if she had never left all these years.
Li Chengyi listened quietly, feeling the gentle movement on his head. He felt that in that instant, the world was very peaceful, as if something indescribable had been added.
"Are you hungry? I haven't cooked yet because I'm in a rush, so I ordered some takeout."
The takeout includes vegetables, rice, and... hamburgers.
Li Chengyi's childhood was very difficult. His older brother and younger sister often took him to a KFC to eat hamburgers, but he couldn't even get a single fries.
It's perfectly normal for kids to like hamburgers and chicken wings.
As a mother who had been absent for many years, Lin Jingyue naturally didn't know what her children liked to eat, so she simply ordered a little bit of everything the other children liked to eat.
"How is it? Do you like it?" She looked at him expectantly.
But he didn't have the courage to respond; he simply nodded slowly in her expectant gaze.
"I'm glad you like it. I was worried you wouldn't like it. Eat up, it won't taste good if it gets cold."
Li Chengyi looked at the hamburger in his hand, and for some reason, his nose felt sore, but he couldn't cry.
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