Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Song Xun has been well taken care of in the past two years and no longer looks skinny and malnourished.

The soft hair faded from dull and yellow to shiny black, and the skin was delicate and tender, and the clothes were noble.

The couple stood there in a daze for a moment, unable to believe that the fair and handsome boy in front of them, who was looking at them quietly, was their son.

But soon, Li Zhen rushed forward, grabbed Song Xun's hands, and cried in extreme sadness.

"My son, it's all because of those damned human traffickers that separated us. I miss you in my dreams every day, and my pillowcase is wet with tears."

She was very strong, and her hands, which had been working for many years, tightly grasped Song Xun.

Song Xun couldn't help but frown, but didn't struggle to break free. Li Zhen's wailing could be heard throughout the house. She looked very sad, and she kept muttering what happened when she was pregnant with him.

Song Xun didn't even have the chance to speak.

Finally, it was the aunt who came to the rescue. Seeing Song Xun's hand, she screamed, "How did it become like this?"

The red mark on the back of Song Xun's hand that was about to turn blue was very eye-catching.

Li Zhen looked at her hands with an embarrassed expression: "Mom didn't mean it."

"It's okay." Song Xun was also a little embarrassed. It had nothing to do with anyone, and his personality made it impossible for him to show familiarity and friendliness in a short period of time.

Compared to the talkative Li Zhen, Jiang Zhenghe was much quieter. He stood behind Li Zhen and didn't say much.

After the meal, the two were obviously more relaxed than in the morning.

They toured the house and kept talking about all the good things about it.

Finally, they went straight upstairs and walked around. When Li Zhen was about to push open the door to the innermost room, Song Xun said, "There's nothing to see upstairs. Aunt Zhang has cut some fruit. Let's go downstairs and have some."

That room was Zhang Weisheng's study, which contained many important documents. Even Song Xun rarely went in there, for fear of accidentally losing something.

While eating fruit, Li Zhen turned around and asked Song Xun: "It seems that you have lived well these years. Mom is relieved."

Song Xun did not tell anyone about Xiao Qi's previous experiences. He thought there was no need to add to a mother's heartache and sadness, so he acquiesced and said nothing.

Li Zhen continued: "This house is very expensive. It costs a lot of money."

"This is not my house. I am just staying here temporarily."

Song Xun told the truth, but Li Zhen didn't seem to take it seriously. She glanced around the room from time to time. The expensive clothes Song Xun wore, the food he ate and the accommodation he lived in, these things made him a wealthy man in her mind.

"How much does the woman who just brought us in earn a month?"

Matters like salary payment have always been the responsibility of Zhang Weisheng, and Song Xun doesn't pay attention to these things, but Li Zhen keeps staring at him, as if he wants to get to the bottom of it.

He instinctively chose to lower the number.

Li Zhen's reaction was to stand up suddenly from the sofa and raise her voice: "What? So many!"

She looked at Song Xun and said earnestly, "If it were you, I'd fire her right away. I'm your biological mother and I won't hurt you. When the time comes, your father and I will move over and take care of you."

Song Xun felt somewhat resistant and said again: "This house is not mine."

Li Zhen may have taken this as an excuse, and both of them looked unhappy when they left.

Not long after the two left, Zhang Weisheng, who received a notification from the driver, rushed back.

"How are they?" Zhang Weisheng asked the first thing he asked when he came in.

Song Xun sat on the sofa, crossed his legs out of habit, thought for a moment and said, "It's a bit strange."

Zhang Weisheng sat beside him and asked after a while, "What do you think?"

Zhang Weisheng asked this question with some difficulty, but he still forced himself to ask it.

There is no one who doesn't want to have a happy family. Zhang Weisheng once longed for it, so he didn't want Zhang Xiaoqi to lack this part like himself. He spent several quiet nights tossing and turning before making this decision.

If Zhang Xiaoqi wanted to reunite with his parents, he would respect his idea. He would then buy another house nearby and bring Jiang Zheng and Li Zhen there.

Song Xun supported his head with one hand and turned to look at Zhang Weisheng with a serious expression: "I have found my parents, will you continue to take me in?"

Zhang Weisheng said seriously: "I picked you up and gave you your last name. This will always be your home."

A long time ago, he decided that Zhang Xiaoqi was his property. Similarly, he also belonged to Zhang Xiaoqi. This house did not become a home just because it was bought, but it could be called a home only because Zhang Xiaoqi lived in it.

Song Xun pursed his lips and said what he really thought: "I don't want to live with them."

Even though it was selfish to say this, he was not the real Xiaoqi after all, and he could not be close to his family.

After meeting for half a day, Song Xun felt an indescribable resistance to the two of them. Living together in the future, he felt uncomfortable all over just thinking about this scene.

After receiving Song Xun's answer, Zhang Weisheng inevitably felt relieved from his heart.

This answer was what he expected.

It is indisputable that Zhang Weisheng's possessiveness towards Song Xun has always been strong. No matter how generous and reasonable he pretends to be on the surface, this is just a superficial fig leaf to maintain normalcy.

Zhang Weisheng felt relieved.

On a mild morning, Zhang Weisheng took Song Xun to visit Jiang Zheng and Li Zhen.

Zhang Weisheng arranged for the two to stay in a hotel not far from the villa area, and all the arrangements were of the best quality.

What Zhang Weisheng didn't tell Song Xun was that he carried a card with him, and the money in it was enough for an ordinary person to have enough food and clothing for a lifetime.

They gave birth to Zhang Xiaoqi, giving him the opportunity to be with them, which is irreplaceable by anything.

Zhang Weisheng's behavior seems to be not much different from Song Weijiang's back then, but it cannot be denied that money is always the key to solving problems in the most time-saving and labor-saving way.

The elevator carried people all the way to the top floor. At the end of the red carpet was the room where Jiang Zheng and Li Zhen lived.

The waiter who came to deliver the food happened to come out from inside and did not close the door completely.

The room is well soundproofed, but not when the door is not closed securely.

The voices of the two people came out intermittently from inside.

"Could it be that the child doesn't want to recognize us? He hasn't come for such a long time."

"That's right. His life is better now. He has someone to serve him when he eats. He despises us for being poor and doesn't want us to come in."

"Don't you even think about who gave birth to him? If it weren't for my belly, he wouldn't be able to live the good life he has now. How come he doesn't know how to repay the favor? You can tell at a glance that he has no conscience."

"I gave birth to him, but I didn't think of any benefit from it."