Chapter 1094: The Story of Raising a Mama's Boy

If I can't have it, I might as well destroy it!

But he didn't expect Li Wei to be so useless, losing after just one move.

Not only did she fail to get rid of Shi Ran, but she even made the two of them closer!

He was unwilling to accept this, but there was no better way for now; the timing was not yet ripe, so he could only choose to lie low.

……

Jian Yixin's home.

The mother and son snuggled on the sofa watching television; watching half an hour of cartoons every night was the most wonderful time of the day.

"Your nails have grown, let me help you trim them."

Jian Yixin took out the nail clippers to help her son trim his nails.

These were all things done habitually, and he accepted the service with peace of mind.

Jian Yixin carefully helped her son trim the excess parts of his nails, then used the small file on the clippers to help him file the nails smooth.

After all ten fingers were taken care of, Moli took the nail clippers.

"Mom, your nails have grown too, let me help you trim them."

She smiled and pulled her son into her arms: "My good son, Mom doesn't need you to trim them. Mom goes to the beauty salon for care every day. My son's precious hands are not meant for doing these trivial things."

Sheng Zerong couldn't watch anymore and said: "The child has filial piety, don't dampen his enthusiasm. Do you think not letting him do anything is for his own good? Other children can do it, but our child can't; he will feel inferior."

She said disdainfully: "Our Moli is going to do great things in the future. Those who achieve great things do not fuss over trifles, do you understand?"

"I don't understand. I only know that the children in Big Brother's family are all raised very well; they handle both big and small matters. Second Brother... sigh!"

Sheng Zerong sighed and did not continue.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Sheng Yukai had been dead for many years, yet he remained a thorn in her heart.

Usually, the couple would basically never mention him, but Sheng Zerong had brought him up now, and in front of Moli.

Moli: "Mom, who is Dad's second brother? Why have I never seen him?"

Her heart skipped a beat again.

"He has been dead for many years, so you have never seen him."

In order to keep the child from continuing to ask about this topic, she held out her well-manicured nails: "You help Mom trim her nails then."

"Okay."

Moli meticulously helped his mother trim her nails; although it was his first time doing it, he did it very well.

He imitated his mother's way, and after trimming the nails, he used the small file to file each nail one by one.

Jian Yixin looked at the blunt nails, which had no aesthetic appeal whatsoever.

But she did not stint on her words, praising: "My son is truly amazing. You did it so well on your first try; you can do anything well."

As if encouraged, Moli went to dispose of the nail clippings himself, and then poured water and brought fruit for his mother.

Of course, Jian Yixin would not let him do things like peeling fruit; the fruit knife was too sharp, and she was afraid her son would get hurt.

Early the next morning.

Jian Yixin dropped her son off at school, watched him walk into the campus, and then drove away.

Two hours later.

Moli asked the teacher for leave: "Teacher, my stomach hurts, I want to ask for leave to go home and rest."

He had the best grades in the class; children with good grades were always treated favorably by teachers, and no one would suspect him of lying.

"I will call your mother and have her come pick you up."

Moli refused: "No need, Teacher. My home is less than five minutes away from school; I can just go back by myself."

"Alright, then let me know when you get home." The teacher hesitated for a moment, but still agreed.

"Thank you, Teacher. I will let you know when I get home."

Moli took the leave slip and left the school, but he did not walk in the direction of his home. Instead, he walked a few dozen meters in the opposite direction to a taxi stand and waved to hail a cab.

The car stopped in front of him, and he opened the door and sat in: "Uncle, go to the Paternity Testing Center."

The driver was a talkative person and kept talking along the way.

"Little friend, what are you going to the Paternity Testing Center for?"

"Do you suspect that you aren't your mom and dad's biological child?"

"How come there are no adults with you?"

Moli was very nervous; he held his schoolbag tightly with both hands and said nothing.

He had never ridden in a stranger's car before; strictly speaking, he had never gone out alone, and he didn't know how to communicate with strangers.

Fortunately, the driver saw this and stopped asking, bringing him to the entrance of the testing center.

Moli got out of the car and started walking, but the driver chased after him and grabbed him: "Little friend, you haven't paid the fare yet. Thirty-two yuan, thank you."

"You have to pay to ride in a car?" He was stunned.

"Hey! How novel! If I don't charge for rides, should I go drink the northwest wind? You look like an honest kid, you aren't trying to ride for free, are you..." The driver's tone became increasingly unpleasant, and he threatened to find his parents for the fare.

Moli panicked; he couldn't let them find his parents.

A bright idea struck him, and he took off the watch on his wrist and handed it over: "Uncle, can I use this watch to pay for the fare? I really don't have any money."

The driver originally didn't want Moli's watch, but seeing that it was quite pretty, he took it.

It would be fine to take home for his own child to wear; although it was used, it was worth a few dozen yuan.

His thinking was very simple, but he didn't expect that he had brought a huge amount of trouble upon himself.

Moli walked into the gate of the Paternity Testing Center with his schoolbag on his back, his heart feeling even more uneasy.

There were quite a few people here, including both adults and children.

However, he was the only child who came alone.

He was even more bewildered upon arriving here, not knowing where he should go for the test.

An adult asked, "Child, did you get separated from your parents?"

Children who come here are all suspected of not being their father's biological offspring, so people looked at him with pity.

"No, I am here to have a test done."

"By yourself?"

"Mm."

"Go register over there."

"Thank you."

After thanking them, Moli walked to a window; today was Monday, so there were many people, and everyone was queuing up, so he stood at the very back of the line, slowly moving forward.

Finally, it was his turn.

The window required a fee.

"This costs money too?" Moli was dumbfounded once again.

In all his understanding, he had no concept of money whatsoever.

"That's right, little one, where are your parents?"

Moli didn't say a word and hurriedly ran away.

"Hey, this kid is really strange; he isn't here to do a paternity test by himself, is he?"

He ran out of the main gate, fearing that the people behind him might chase him out, and kept running forward without any specific destination, only stopping when he truly couldn't run anymore.

As a result, he discovered—he was lost.

Where is this?

How could he get back home?

And more importantly—where is home?

Jian Family Group.

After finishing a meeting, Jian Yixin opened her phone to take a look at the WeChat group.

As a result, a WeChat message sent by a teacher caught her eye: "Moli's mother, Moli had a stomachache and asked for leave to go home; is the child feeling better?"

Moli has a stomachache?

Jian Yixin immediately called home, but the servant said the young master hadn't returned.

She panicked instantly and nearly fainted.

Sheng Zerong received his wife's call and immediately rushed from the company to the school; the school pulled up the surveillance footage and discovered that after Moli left the school, he walked in the opposite direction of home.

Then he went beyond the school's surveillance range and could no longer be seen.