Chapter 462 - 362: Here Comes the Title
"Just look at you, you must have suffered so much all alone, haven’t you? Mommy knows all about it now. My child, your life has been so hard! But don’t you worry! From now on, Mommy will love you with all her heart! Your father will too, and so will your little brother! Your brother is very promising! He’ll definitely be able to take good care of you in the future!"
Wen Ying, "..."
’What in the world was this? How could she just start talking and claim to be my mom? And what’s this about a father and a brother taking care of me? Is this some kind of joke?’
"Little Ying, why aren’t you saying anything? I double-checked your number, I didn’t dial the wrong one!"
"Don’t call me Little Ying." Wen Ying’s voice was tinged with coldness.
"Little Ying, Mommy just—"
CLICK!
Wen Ying hung up the phone and promptly added the number to her blocklist.
In the living room of a lavishly decorated house somewhere, the woman whose call had been cut off was quite annoyed.
She slammed her phone onto the sofa. "How dare she hang up on me? If she weren’t of some use right now, do you think I’d need to call her?"
A somewhat chubby man of about forty was sitting to one side.
A young man around Wen Ying’s age was also sitting to the side, silent, waiting for his mother to finish her tantrum.
"Don’t be angry," the man said, consoling his wife.
"How can I not be angry? She’s an orphan! She should be grateful that we even sought her out, but she dared to speak to me in that tone? And then hang up on me?"
"Look, it won’t go through! She blocked me!"
"That ill-mannered brat!"
Watching his wife fly into another rage, the man couldn’t help but snap, "Alright, that’s enough! Stop throwing a fit! Think of a solution! Little Shuai’s problem needs to be solved, and it has to be that woman!"
"Mom, Dad, is that woman really my sister?"
the young man asked, confused.
’I’ve never heard about having a sister. It’s not like the family was too poor to afford one. If I really had one, they wouldn’t have just abandoned her, would they?’
"What sister! She’s just a—"
"That’s enough!" the man shouted, and the woman shut her mouth.
"Little Shuai, you can consider that Wen Ying your sister. She looks exactly like your Second Uncle’s first wife. Back then... after the child was lost, your Second Uncle’s wife fell ill and died, which is how you ended up with your current Second Aunt."
"There are plenty of people in the world who look alike. It’s not necessarily her, right?"
"Who cares if she is or not? If she wasn’t useful, who would bother with her? How could I possibly want a daughter like that," the woman grumbled, dissatisfied.
"So what do we do now? In a few more days, I’ll really have to enter that... that mist. I don’t want to go! I don’t want to die in there!"
"Son, don’t worry! Mommy will definitely find this woman and make her go in your place! Our family has money. If one million isn’t enough, then two million! If money doesn’t work, we’ll just have her kidnapped!"
The woman’s face was ruthless.
The man at her side didn’t object. "This Wen Ying has some skills. We’ll need to send more people. We also can’t let this blow up. We have to avoid it trending online."
...
Wen Ying sat there, thinking about what just happened. She had been raised by Grandma Wen.
But Grandma Wen had never spoken about her parents.
’To Wen Ying, it didn’t matter whether she had parents or not, and she certainly didn’t want any to suddenly appear now. Besides, the person on the phone was definitely not a relative. But to get her number, they must have some connections. Forget it. I won’t think about it for now.’
Aunt Zhang finished cooking. The four of them sat at the dining table with braised pork ribs, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, hot and sour shredded potatoes, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, and a mushroom soup.
Little White and Kong Jian ate happily.
After dinner, the two of them went downstairs to play.
There was a small park in the residential complex with some playground equipment.
Knowing Little White’s identity, Aunt Zhang wasn’t worried about their safety.
’It must be uncomfortable being cooped up in the small apartment; it’s better to let them go out and play.’
After she finished cleaning up, the sky had already grown dark.
Wen Ying went to check on Uncle Zhang again. "Auntie, what time does Uncle Zhang usually go out?"
"He usually leaves before nine at night and doesn’t let me follow him."
Aunt Zhang always followed him secretly.
The time crept closer to eight o’clock.
Lying in bed, Uncle Zhang’s eyes suddenly snapped open. He sat up, put on his shoes, and got out of bed.
Wen Ying and Aunt Zhang both saw Uncle Zhang walk out of the bedroom. He then looked at Aunt Zhang, gave her a nod, and said, "I’m going out."
Without so much as a glance at Wen Ying, Uncle Zhang walked straight out the door.
Wen Ying and Aunt Zhang followed behind Uncle Zhang, watching him go downstairs.
Being close to the suburbs, the area outside the residential complex wasn’t very lively. In fact, the streets were rather deserted.