[Is the host trying to break up a couple?]
The aloof system’s voice suddenly rang in her mind.
Shutong’s cheeks, flushed from the warmth of the heater, beamed with a smile: “As long as my brother likes it!”
[The system does not recommend this.]
The system paused for a moment and then reminded her: [The hero and heroine’s storyline has already begun and is difficult to break up.]
Shutong: “…” So the hero and heroine already knew each other.
Wang Ling’er walked over and saw that Shutong’s gaze was fixed on the newspaper, so she casually asked, “Can Tongtong understand this?”
Shutong nodded: “Yes.”
Wang Ling’er smiled, but didn’t continue the topic. She picked her up and said, “Children should go to bed early.”
Shutong said that she was five years old, but she didn’t look five at all. She was just a skeleton.
After that day, the three of them rented the first floor of the Wang family’s house.
There was a partition wall on the first floor, which separated a small room and a living room through the back door. It was small, but it was enough for Wen Shuying and the others.
The Wang family only charges ten yuan a month, a price they negotiated for one night.
Uncle Wang wanted to inquire whether they had any relatives or anything like that, but they remained silent about it.
Aunt Wang knew people in the government and considered contacting them to see how to handle the situation; after all, they couldn’t just watch the children continue to wander like this.
In the end, Wen Shuying had no choice but to make an excuse, saying that his parents had many creditors and he had to hide for the time being.
Upon hearing this, the Wang family abandoned their plan to seek government assistance in finding their close relatives or to arrange for them to be placed in a welfare institution.
Wang Ling’er recalled the man she met that night. He was looking for Wen Shuying, and when he took her home, he told her to contact him if she knew anything about the siblings.
Wang Ling’er’s heart pounded as she recalled that face, but she didn’t dial the number.
She feared that he was also one of the children’s creditors and wanted to sell the children for money.
Wang Bu and Wen Shuying still continued to go to the construction site, but left Shutong at the Wang family’s house.
Shutong was also restless; after everyone else left, she wandered around.
After paying the rent to the Wang family, there was still a considerable amount of royalties left. Wen Shuying hid the money, while Shutong had five yuan in change in her small bag. She walked down the street with her back straight.
Children in this era became independent early. During the day, there were children wandering the streets and alleys, but none as young as her. At most, they would play house near their homes, not daring to go far.
Shutong took a half-hour bus ride back to the dance studio where her mother used to work.
After having enough to eat and drink for the past few days, she began to recall some memories: the day her mother died, she and her brother were being hunted down.
She always felt that her and her brother’s backgrounds weren’t exactly simple either.
Shutong wore two braids today, which Aunt Wang did for her. She wore a soft, fluffy woolen hat, with one end wrapped around her neck as a scarf. Her shoes were new, lined with cashmere, so they were very warm.
The owner of this dance studio was a wealthy young lady who returned from studying abroad. The recruitment posters even claimed that she participated in an international dance troupe and performed all over the world. With this gimmick, countless people came here to sign up for training, and only those with money could secure a spot.
Shutong squatted on the opposite street for a while. Through a floor-to-ceiling glass window, she could see a group of children learning to dance inside. The teacher was pretty and looked very professional.
Of course, she didn’t dance as well as her mother.
Shutong followed the route she remembered and arrived at a burned-down apartment building, where she had rented a place before.
“Is that her?”
“Really? She looks like a rich kid.”
“Hmm…it seems so.”
“And she looks no more than three years old, right? The records say she’s five.”
Shutong didn’t stop. As she walked, she heard faint sounds coming from behind her. The two people were talking without any regard for her, probably because they thought that she was a child, and it didn’t matter if they were heard.
Shutong secretly tossed down a piece of candy, and as she squatted down to pick it up, she took the opportunity to glance back.
A bearded man was following her with a curly-haired thug; they looked very hostile.
But Shutong was certain that they were lying in wait for her. She had walked right into the lion’s den. Who would have thought that even after half a year, someone would still be lying in wait here?
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