Chapter 64 Extra 3
I am Mu Ziyan.
After my parents passed away, I was sent to live with my uncle. My inheritance will be used to pay my uncle and aunt a living allowance regularly.
My aunt and uncle were very kind to me at first. The room was big and warm, and the breakfast was delicious.
My uncle would even pick me up from school, and my aunt would comfort me and ask me what kind of fruits and meals I liked.
I had a very pleasant and happy time at my uncle's house.
Although my uncle's son doesn't like me.
He would often pinch or hit me secretly when no one else was looking, but I was his older brother and also a guest staying with him, so I didn't say anything.
I know he's just afraid that his parents will be taken away by someone else, but I also have my own parents.
I know the pain of losing one's parents, so I won't take his parents away from him.
I am sensible and obedient. My uncle is my father's brother, so we are also a family with blood ties.
I don't want to trouble them, but I'm not an adult yet and can't live alone.
So I try to keep my presence to a minimum and help the housekeeper with chores.
They were all praising me.
But one day, a lot of people came to my uncle's house. They were very concerned about me and asked if I was happy and healthy and if I wanted to live in this family until I grew up.
I said I was willing. My uncle and aunt are very good to me. Although my younger brother is naughty, he is still my younger brother, and I am willing to guide him to become a good child.
After giving the uncle some instructions, those people left.
And my miserable life had only just begun.
At first, my uncle and aunt just ignored me, but later they said that my little brother really liked my room, so they let me move into the storage room.
That room was clearly just a guest room!
In this huge villa, I, as the biological son of my uncle and brother, can only live in the storage room.
At first, my aunt prepared breakfast, but now I have to go to the kitchen to find it myself every day. I can't make breakfast, but I can eat bread.
Even my aunt would accuse me of stealing if she saw me eating bread and drinking milk.
But I'm very hungry.
I know that my parents left behind their inheritance for living expenses.
But when I talk to my uncle about it, he always gets furious and says that little bit of money isn't even enough for my monthly living expenses.
Later I realized that he was feeling guilty. He was guilty for secretly taking my money to pay off his debts, and he didn't dare let me know.
He hasn't even finished paying off his debts.
so--
He wants me to die.
My brother's insults towards me became increasingly intense, and even my aunt, who was initially gentle and virtuous, gradually began to dislike me.
She instructed me that when she was home, I could only stay in the small storage room and was not allowed to appear in front of her.
Because I looked a lot like my mother when I was little.
That woman she could never surpass in her entire life.
The housekeeper would take out her frustrations on me, and when she found out I was eating bread from the refrigerator, she even grabbed a clothes hanger and beat and scolded me.
I felt like a rat in a storage room, afraid to appear before anyone. If I did, all I would be met with were roars, followed by pain all over my body.
On one occasion, I accidentally knocked my brother's phone off the coffee table; half of the phone was hanging off the edge of the table.
My aunt asked me to take the fruit plate from the coffee table into the kitchen, and I accidentally knocked it over when I turned around.
Instead, my aunt picked up the phone and smashed it over my head.
Feeling unsatisfied, he even smashed a vase over my head.
“You’re just a worthless piece of trash. If it weren’t for you, your parents wouldn’t have died. And now you dare to touch my son’s phone? My son’s phone is much more valuable than yours.”
My aunt's exact words were as follows.
I really wanted to argue back, but I didn't dare say anything and could only silently endure it.
So much so that when I realized I couldn't speak anymore, I could only keep it all inside.
After my younger brother started school, the house became much quieter.
But I can't go to school because my aunt says that someone like me doesn't deserve to go to school at all.
However, I am still very happy because my younger brother is not at home, so my aunt goes out for afternoon tea every day, while my other aunt goes out for shopping and strolling.
I live alone at home.
You won't be scolded or beaten.
I am very happy.
Later, my parents' lawyer came to visit me, and my uncle and aunt told the lawyer that I had entered my rebellious phase and didn't like to talk.
The lawyer asked me if I was happy, but I didn't say a word.
I resist.
Because I'm unhappy.
I miss my mom and dad.
My uncle and aunt noticed that something was wrong with me, but they only asked the lawyer when the next allowance would arrive.
They say raising children requires meticulous attention to every detail and is too expensive.
But did that money end up being spent on me or on my younger brother?
I have no idea, and I don't want to know.
Once I'm an adult, I'll be able to leave this place.
I left this home that left me so wounded.
No, this isn't my home.
This is not my home!
The lawyer probably discovered something.
The day after the lawyer left, a man broke into the house.
The man's face was cold, and his coldness intensified when he saw that he was living in a storage room.
He lifted my clothes and found that I was covered in wounds and my face was cold.
He said, "If the Qin family, which is so large, cannot afford to raise a child, then from today onwards, this child will be my son, Mu Yunzhou's son."
I was very happy that day because I left my uncle and aunt.
But I'm also very worried.
Because I was afraid he was my second uncle or aunt.
What I feared did not happen.
He took me to a beautiful home, and pointing to the people who were dressed very nicely, he said, "From today onwards, they are all my family."
I memorized his name for the first time; it was Mu Yunzhou.
President of Mu's Group.
He was also my parents' best friend; he was even their matchmaker.
So from this day forward, he became my father.
My grandparents were very good to me, and my father quickly got the old lady to put me in the family genealogy.
Now that I'm on the family tree, I am rightfully Mu Ziyan.
But I've always remembered that my real name is Qin Ziyan.
My father's Qin.
Later, Mu Yunzhou was busy for a long time, and my grandparents taught me how to interact and communicate with people.
It was a long time... I don't know how long it was before Mu Yunzhou finally picked me up and took me home.
That was my second home.
I started going to school like other children.
From kindergarten to junior high school.
The housekeeper at home speaks very rudely, but Mu Yunzhou is often not home, and I don't want to talk to him about such things.
Because I'm afraid I'll be kicked out.
Later, Mu Yunzhou brought back a man who was very handsome. Mu Yunzhou pointed at him and said to me, "That's my little dad." I thought he was someone else who came to love me.
But he wasn't surprised by my presence; he ignored me and didn't say anything about me.
And so, things remained peaceful for a while.
I am very satisfied with this kind of life.
But after entering junior high school, some students noticed that although I didn't talk much, I was still ranked first in the grade, and I was the one praised by the teachers.
They assumed I had no powerful connections and that I was just an ordinary rich kid.
So they want me to step down from my position as number one in my age group.
Having followed Mu Yunzhou for so long, I am no longer someone who can be easily bullied.
I fought back.
But their parents were also called in.
The reason was fighting.
I called my stepfather, but I didn't expect him to get involved in something like this.
After all, at home, he always acts like I don't exist.
But unexpectedly, in the office, this person who looked so delicate, beautiful and slender was unyielding in the slightest for her own sake.
Until Mu Yunzhou's assistant arrived.
I developed a strong interest in my stepfather.
He didn't think I was any different from the other children; he even thought I was just quiet.
Take me out for hot pot.
My first thought was that it was very spicy, but he said it was like fighting poison with poison.
This statement is quite novel.
It's also very funny.
Then he asked me to learn mixed martial arts, teaching me how to protect myself while also protecting others.
After the housekeeper was fired.
The assistant brought the housekeeper to clean, but the father refused to let the housekeeper into the kitchen.
He said: Food goes into your mouth, so you either have to cook it yourself or have it cooked by someone you can trust.
Hourly workers finish their work and leave; if something happens, no one can find them.
I don't know what my stepfather went through.
But I know my stepfather is a great cook.
My stepfather and I have the same tastes, and of course, I'd be happy to peel shrimp for him.
This way, I can feel that there might still be people in this world who need me.
Instead of being confined to their rooms, spending every day going to school and staying in their rooms.
There are no other itineraries.
Later, the Qin family came to me.
My uncle and aunt wanted to take me back, even in front of my stepfather.
At that moment, I was afraid—afraid of being sent back, and afraid of leaving my stepfather.
I dared not move, because the memory of the pain would always be vivid.
If I move, the vase or something else will fall on me, so I'm afraid to.
I am afraid.
But to my utter surprise, my stepfather stood in front of me and stopped my aunt. His tone was very serious, a look I had never seen before.
My stepfather used to be gentle and patient. Although he would ask me to do many things, he treated me like a friend and family member.
But now he's standing in front of me.
It became a light in my life.
This matter is neither profound nor serious.
I was saved by Mu Yunzhou once when I was a child, and the second time was when I was an adult, when my stepfather saved me.
When his dad pinched his face, the first time he called him "Dad," his tone changed to "Ba Bo" because his face was pinched. Perhaps out of a wicked sense of humor, his dad insisted that he call him "Ba Bo."
Okay, let's just treat it as a way to appease Babo.
Babo didn't think it was a big deal, after all, I am now a child of the Mu family, and I have Babo and Dad who love me very much.
Although I often wish I could have a different dad.
But I still love Mu Yunzhou very much in my heart.
So when Babo asked me to treat him to dinner, I used my dad's supplementary credit card, and there was nothing wrong with that.
Even though I felt that Babo was ripping me off, I was still willing to do it.
After all, he's the father's secondary cardholder.
Later, many people around Babo wanted to be my stepfather.
But this won't work, and that won't work either.
What if none of these people are willing to take me in?
Does this mean I'm going to have to break up with Babo?
That won't do!
After thinking it over, it seems that only my father can be considered a 'good person'.
But Dad is really too stupid.
I took a picture of him and Babo, and the tenderness in his eyes was almost overflowing in that GIF, but he didn't understand it at all.
But at that time I didn't know they were in a contract marriage.
I wonder if Dad will realize that he had already fallen in love with Babo when he looks at those photos again?
Speaking of contract marriages, I get angry too.
Fortunately, Dad didn't get a divorce, so there's still a chance for things to turn around.
I took Babo to visit my parents' grave. I think my parents would be happy to see that his good friend raised me so well and that I now have someone I love.
I am very lucky that my parents have such a good friend.
After my parents passed away, they treated me as their own son.
After the old lady passed away, the atmosphere at home was completely different. Although I wasn't in charge at the time, I eventually noticed something unusual.
So I began to grow, and everyone said I had the demeanor of Mu Yunzhou.
I can also speak fluently and confidently when talking to others.
I want to grow up quickly so I can help Babo and Dad share the burden on their shoulders.
The Fan family, along with several other families, wanted to take action against the Mu family.
During that time, Dad came home later and later, and even Babo's eyes showed more worry.
I saw it all.
Later, my father went abroad.
Thanks to the USB drive that Luo Zichang gave us, we were able to seize the opportunity.
All the evidence of the Fan family's gray areas has fallen into our hands.
I and I both breathed a sigh of relief.
But I didn't know that a few days later there were riots at an airport abroad. Babo didn't want to worry me, so he didn't tell me about it.
I was overjoyed and preparing a surprise with my dad.
That was both surprising and delightful.
I'm busy all the time, just for this family!
But the final result was good!
I'm very satisfied!
I handed the ring to my dad, Babo, and seeing everyone's blessings for them, I really wanted to cry, but I'm an adult now, so I could hold back.
I watched as Babo wrote his name on the family tree.
At this moment, I am happy for Babo and his dad.
Without Babo, I would still be that child who only stays in my room. Perhaps my conversation with Mu Yunzhou would be fine, but I would never be able to get out of the shadow in my heart on my own.
Babo was like a light suddenly appearing from the shadows, leading me out of my room.
After I came of age, I was forced to take over the Mu Group.
I always felt that the Mu Group was a hot potato, so my dad must be quite happy to have passed it on to me.
After all, without jobs, Dad and Babo are constantly traveling all over the world.
Sometimes, when I see photos that my dad specially sent me at meetings of the Mu Group, I feel very happy.
Later, the Mu Group was handed over to my grandfather.
I'm even happier when my whole family goes on a trip!
When I was little, my wish was to leave my uncle and aunt, but now my wish is that my loving father and my husband are doing well.
In this world, it's not just my mom and dad who love me; my dad and Babo love me too.
It's said that being loved makes you grow flesh and blood like crazy, but at first I didn't believe it.
When I lost hope in this world, the people who entered my world were Babo and my dad.
Those who are redeemed—
But it was me.
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