Taking advantage of the security guards' inattention, he pounced and bit them.
It bit the nanny's arm and wouldn't let go, as if it wanted to bite off a piece of flesh.
He's like a lunatic, incredibly ruthless.
Who would dare touch her?
The nanny screamed and cried out in pain as she was bitten, tears streaming down her face. She stopped shouting things like "Give me back my son."
Amidst the commotion, the police finally arrived.
Sun Lifang pulled a newspaper out of her waist and said "human trafficker," and the police immediately understood.
Holding the child, Sun Lifang was exhausted.
I was on high alert, fearing that another accomplice might appear.
Fortunately, the problem was eventually solved.
As the nanny was being taken away, she was still struggling, her eyes filled with longing and sorrow as she looked at the little boy.
"Hua Hua, Hua Hua—"
She called out the little boy's name, as if she had lost her own child, and was in great pain.
She knew that once she went inside, she would never see her child again.
I wanted to touch the child's little hand again, but someone next to me pushed me, forcing me to walk forward.
I looked back countless times along the way, my neck almost broke, but my eyes never left my child.
It was pitiful and tragic that when Chen Weilan arrived at the police station, the first person she wanted to see was the nanny.
More than her crying son, Chen Weilan wanted to ask the nanny, "Why?"
Why do you treat me like this when I'm so good to you, even leaving my money box unlocked and not telling you?
Why don't you want the money, you only want Xiaobao?
“We clearly agreed that you would be my god-sister, we would raise the child together, and I would make you the godmother.”
Why did you take the child away, leaving me to suffer the pain of losing my only child?
"How am I supposed to live my life after losing my child? Have you even thought about me?"
Chen Weilan is a kind person and never argues with anyone.
Now he was furious, gritting his teeth and his cheeks trembling uncontrollably, wishing he could go in and devour the woman whole.
Everyone praises her for her actions, and she is known for being generous and beautiful.
One day, she was betrayed by the person closest to her, who told her to die.
"I haven't done anything wrong to you, have I? Now I just want to ask why?"
She cried while talking, and cried while laughing, but no matter how Chen Weilan asked, the woman wouldn't say a word.
He covered his face and didn't say a word.
Now you're too ashamed to face people? Where were you before?
No matter how angry she was, Chen Weilan knew she couldn't kill her.
How can I hurt her?
As the woman was being deported by the prison guards, Chen Weilan smiled and said, "I'll bring the baby to see you. You must live a good life."
She comes every year to tell her growing child how "godmother kidnapped" him.
They were trafficked from economically developed Shanghai to impoverished rural areas.
From a genuine second-generation rich kid to a Foxconn assembly line worker.
Chen Weilan said nothing; she wanted her son to make his own judgment.
As children grow older and their thinking matures, they will come to understand what they have experienced.
How would he view his childhood godmother back then?
With a soft laugh, Chen Weilan slung her small rose-red handbag over her shoulder and left the detention room.
From this day forward, she would make women live in daily torment, their remaining lives consumed by regret.
Watching her grow old, watching her fall into misery.
This was her revenge.
After checking the time, Chen Weilan quickened her pace.
She hasn't even thanked the person who helped her find her son yet.
Her son is being looked after by his husband, and the traditional roles of husband at home and wife outside the home mean she has to keep her promise.
We really need to thank them properly.
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