Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

In June, the weather in City A gradually became hot, like a giant steamer. Pedestrians on the street were all in a hurry. Occasionally, girls who liked to go shopping would run into shopping malls and department stores like cats avoiding the scorching sun.

"Ugh!"

Liu Yanchuan and his wife sat in the small shop, listlessly fanning themselves, looking like two wilted cucumbers.

There's no one in the shop right now, so they wouldn't even turn on the fan, let alone the air conditioning, to save electricity.

The couple came from the countryside to work in the city. After more than ten years of hard work, they finally settled down in City A and now run a small stir-fry restaurant.

They attract a lot of customers by serving larger portions than other restaurants, and after deducting costs, they can make a small profit.

The only downside is that the two are already in their forties and don't have any children.

The couple went to the hospital for a checkup and discovered that they had various health problems due to working on construction sites in their younger years. They spent a lot of money on medical treatment and medication, going back and forth for several years, but their condition remained the same.

"Sigh, Honghua, I think we should stop making trouble."

Liu Yanchuan patted his wife's arm and said earnestly, "Maybe this is our fate. If you really like children, we can go to an orphanage and adopt one."

"What does it matter if he's biological or not? As long as we treat our child well, why would we be afraid that he won't take care of us in our old age?"

They've been together for most of their lives, experiencing all sorts of hardships. Now they're both in their forties, and even if his wife can have children, he's worried that her body won't be able to handle it and that she might develop health problems later.

Zhang Honghua's eyes welled up with tears. Looking at her husband's resigned expression, she opened her mouth and said in a hoarse voice:

“There’s an orphanage 500 meters north of Qilin Street. I passed by last time and saw that there were many children inside who were as lively as little suns. If we have time, we can go and have a look.”

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yanchuan knew that his wife had been thinking about it for a long time, but since he hadn't brought it up before, she hadn't dared to bring it up first.

He paused for a moment, then nodded and said:

"Okay, it's settled then. We'll go take a look when it's not so hot outside."

Although there was an orphanage nearby, Liu Yanchuan didn't immediately rule it out, after all, these things also depend on fate.

The couple talked to each other, and because they were both preoccupied with this matter, time seemed to pass exceptionally slowly.

Liu Yanchuan patted his thigh, then got up and walked out of the store. "I'm going to take a walk around the neighborhood."

As he was speaking, he reached out and pushed open the glass door, but before he could even step out, a little boy of about four or five years old rolled in from outside.

"Oh dear, what's wrong with this child?"

Liu Yanchuan scooped the toddler into his arms. Seeing that there were no other adults around, he touched the child's rosy cheeks with concern and quickly carried him back into the store.

He shouted loudly, "Honghua, hurry up and get some water!"

Seeing this, Zhang Honghua didn't dare to delay at all. After turning on the air conditioner, she turned around and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of cold water.

The two carefully placed the child on the floor, unbuttoned his collar, raised his feet, and fed him water little by little.

After waiting a while, seeing that the child's breathing became smooth, the couple finally felt relieved.

Zhang Honghua looked out of the shop. So much time had passed, and still no adults had come. Her brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a mosquito, and she muttered in dissatisfaction:

"How can these parents be so careless? Their own child has been missing for half a day, and they don't even come out to look for him?"

They have no children and dream of having one. Yet, those families who do have children don't take good care of them at all.

Liu Yanchuan knew exactly what his wife was thinking, and he sighed again upon hearing this.

He looked at the child's tender and adorable face on the ground and really wanted to reach out and touch it, but when he saw the calluses on his own hands, he immediately pulled back.

After watching for a long time, feeling incredibly hungry, I only dared to gently touch the child's cheek with the back of my hand before speaking:

“I’ll go outside and wait. Maybe his parents don’t even know their child is here. If all else fails, we can take him to the police station when it gets a little cooler…”

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the child on the ground slowly open his eyes and call out "Dad" to him.

Upon hearing this, Liu Yanchuan's eyes widened like copper bells, and his heart felt like it had suddenly exploded. With a "boom," he almost blurted out a response.

He knew in his heart that the child had mistaken him for someone else, but he still felt an unusual mix of sweetness and heartache. He tugged at the corners of his mouth, and after a long while, he finally managed a smile and said:

"Sweetie, tell Uncle, where else do you feel unwell?"

The little boy shook his head, like a frightened little animal, stubbornly clutching Liu Yanchuan's clothes, curling up in his arms.

"This……"

Liu Yanchuan looked at his wife awkwardly, but his hands did not stop for a moment. He immediately hugged the child and gently patted the child's back.

Zhang Honghua glared at her husband with envy and jealousy, feeling a pang of bitterness in her heart. In the end, she still squatted down and gently coaxed the child, trying to get information about his parents.

As a result, the two asked the child for a long time, but the child remained silent, like a taciturn gourd.

As it was getting late, Zhang Honghua made a quick decision: "Let's go to the police station."

……

The night was as dark as ink, and a bright, clear moon hung in the sky.

The streets were brightly lit, bustling with people and vehicles.

The couple, holding their child, came out of the police station and stared at each other for a long time before they came to their senses.

"This is really strange. Why didn't anyone report the child missing?"

Zhang Honghua held her sleeping child, her face filled with disbelief.

"Could this child have been kidnapped and just escaped? But how could such a young child have that ability? Could it be... could it be that he was abandoned by his parents?"

Zhang Honghua's imagination ran wild, and she became more and more excited as she spoke, her voice unconsciously rising in pitch.

"Keep your voice down, don't wake the child," Liu Yanchuan whispered, while also draping his coat over the child.

His mind raced with thoughts, and he unconsciously put himself in his wife's shoes, wondering if they could adopt the child if no one wanted him.

After spending most of the day together, the couple grew to love their clingy child dearly.

They even felt that this was a destiny sent to them by God, otherwise how could a child "fall" in from outside the store when they had just finished discussing adopting a child?

Zhang Honghua, holding her child, sat in the back seat of the car, and couldn't help but kiss the child's little face. She whispered to her husband:

"Honey, if no one comes to take the child back, shall we... shall we adopt him?"

Liu Yanchuan thought the same thing. Hearing his wife's words, he pursed his lips and let out a soft "hmm".

Under the same sky, in the same city.

Located ten kilometers away from the Liu family in the Yujing residential area, the Shao family was being questioned by several police officers.

"Mr. Shao, Ms. Chen, as the child's biological parents, how could you not even know when your child went missing?"

Captain Feng squinted, scrutinizing the couple, and said in a cold voice:

“The child has been missing for almost three months, but you two don’t seem worried at all. If the police hadn’t come to urge you to register the child’s birth, you probably wouldn’t have told anyone about it.”

"Could it be that the child has already met with some mishap, and the murderer is...?"