Chapter 542: The Enemy's Son

She was truly worried.

She really wanted to call Shi Youxuan to ask if the child had been crying or making a fuss.

Moli was timid and afraid of strangers.

Suddenly changing to a new environment, she was afraid the child wouldn't be able to adapt.

However, it was as if Shi Youxuan and Sheng Hanyu had discussed it beforehand; both of their phones were actually turned off!

It was too much; how could they turn their phones off after taking the child away?

It was already very late, and she didn't feel right going to their home to look for them. Unable to sleep in bed, she simply got up and went to the nursery so as not to disturb her husband's sleep. She turned on the light and looked at the items the child had left behind, feeling a sense of longing as she gazed at the objects.

Once she started looking, she couldn't stop.

Moli's little clothes were folded neatly and placed in the cabinet. Although she had packed a large bag for him to take, there were still many left behind!

Every single piece had been hand-picked by her, washed in clean water, and then dried and disinfected in the sun before being placed in the wardrobe for later use.

There were also countless toys, a small bed, small quilts, small pillows...

Every single thing here could stir up her memories of Moli.

The little one's happy appearance, his sad expressions, the way he would wail when hungry, and the sweet smile he gave her when he was happy!

Jian Yixin didn't close her eyes all night. As soon as Shi Youxuan's phone was turned on in the morning, she hurriedly asked her how the child was doing.

Shi Youxuan: "He's doing quite well, he just cried and made a fuss for a while when it was almost time for bed last night. Now... let me go and check."

A moment later, Jian Yixin heard the door open on the phone, the sound of "tap-tap" footsteps, a light run, and then—"Bang!"

The door opened.

"Wah, wah—"

Moli's crying.

The baby must have been frightened by that clumsy woman, Shi Youxuan!

Her heart instantly twisted together, following the baby's cries.

"Shi Youxuan, what are you doing? You need to be gentle with a small child. Are you like this with Ranran and Zichen too?"

Before Shi Youxuan could answer, she felt a sense of defeat—that's right, she was like that too!

However, this time, she had truly wronged Shi Youxuan.

Before Shi Youxuan entered the room, the child was already crying.

After waking up and not seeing a familiar face, but instead being met with a strange nanny, Moli was very unaccustomed to it and was crying very sadly.

Shi Youxuan said to the phone: "I'll call you back in a bit," and hung up the phone as she spoke.

Crying is contagious.

Moli was crying sadly, and Sheng Zichen in the next room joined in on the fun.

He followed along and cried too.

Sheng Zichen had a loud voice, and his crying soon startled both the parents-in-law!

"What's wrong with the baby? Why is he crying non-stop early in the morning? Is he sick?" Wang Yinghao was incredibly nervous.

Sheng Jiang curled his lip, frowned, and pouted toward the nursery next door: "Look, it's all because of the goings-on over there. If it weren't for that brat..." He stopped halfway through his sentence when he saw his daughter-in-law come out, so he quickly shut his mouth.

Shi Youxuan ran back and forth, soothing one and then going to comfort the other, exhausted.

Jian Yixin spent the whole morning in the nursery gazing at the objects, wondering if her son was doing well at the Sheng Family.

Would he get used to it?

How much had he cried?

Naturally, she had no heart to eat.

She didn't even have an appetite for the wontons her husband had cooked for her himself.

Seeing his wife like this, Sheng Zerong felt particularly heartbroken.

He pulled his wife into his arms and comforted her: "Darling, don't be sad. Let's go to the Welfare Institute and adopt another one, let's go right now!"

There is a saying: the fastest way to heal from a broken heart is to throw yourself into the next relationship.

Sheng Zerong felt that this method could also be applied here.

By adopting another child, his wife should be able to move on quickly and gradually get better.

"Mm, let's go now."

His wife agreed. The couple had similar thoughts; they both wanted a child who could take Moli's place.

The Welfare Institute.

The director accompanied the couple as they chose from over a dozen children.

"This one won't do, his forehead is too big; he wouldn't even need an umbrella on a rainy day." Jian Yixin frowned.

"That one won't do either, his cheekbones are too high, he has a miserable face."

"Why is he always laughing? Is there something wrong with his intelligence? I want to adopt a normal child; I don't want one with intellectual problems."

The director explained: "Ms. Jian, this child just likes to laugh; there is absolutely nothing wrong with his intelligence. We can provide a test report here."

"I don't want him either, he smiles too brightly."

The director:...

It was the first time he had ever heard that smiling brightly was a flaw.

In fact, this type of child was particularly sought after, yet Jian Yixin found him unsatisfactory.

In the end, the two of them left the Welfare Institute empty-handed—Jian Yixin hadn't taken a liking to a single child!

She could find fault with every child; there was always something she didn't like.

In truth, Sheng Zerong understood that his wife's pickiness wasn't because of the children themselves, but simply because she was unconsciously comparing the children at the Welfare Institute to Moli.

She still could not let go of Moli; she had never let go of him in her heart.

When Jian Yixin came to the Welfare Institute, she had originally intended to find a substitute, so she had intentionally or unintentionally wanted to find a child with similarities to Moli.

But it was quite miserable; these children each had their own characteristics, but none were particularly like Moli.

So she did not take a fancy to any of them and returned empty-handed.

Another day passed.

Both sides were about to go crazy.

Jian Yixin had not eaten for two days; she deliberately controlled herself not to think about it, but she could never stop herself from going to the nursery to look!

Whether her eyes were open or closed, Moli's appearance was in her mind.

……

Shi Youxuan was not having an easy time on her end either.

Moli would not stop crying once he started.

As long as he cried, Sheng Zichen would definitely join in!

And the "supporting actor" was too powerful; when he wailed at the top of his lungs, it could be heard no matter which room one was in.

As soon as his grandson started crying, Sheng Jiang felt incredibly distressed.

He hurriedly coaxed his grandson and complained about Moli, while also nagging in Wang Yinghao's ear: "We shouldn't have let that child come. I said he was a troublemaker, but you didn't believe me. Look now, he's only just arrived at the house and he's already corrupted my grandson. If this goes on for a long time, it'll be terrible..."

Wang Yinghao had originally stood with her daughter-in-law.

But she also felt distressed when her grandson cried.

Moreover, after hearing such words too many times, they began to sink in, and Wang Yingzhi also started to dislike Moli.

But she could not say such things to her daughter-in-law for fear of upsetting Shi Youxuan, so the old couple only coaxed their own grandson, and as for the other grandson... they didn't care!

Zichen was a precocious child, and relying on his grandparents to back him up, he became increasingly excessive!

At first, it was just dry thunder without rain; he was only wailing along to accompany Moli!

But later, seeing that his mother always held the new child more and did not hold him, he began to feel jealous and unbalanced.

He acted out even more intensely!

Every child hopes to be the little sun of the family, with everyone revolving around them.

Sheng Zichen was the same.

The sudden arrival of Moli made him very unhappy, and every day he thought of ways to drive him away!

He deliberately said in front of Moli: "Mommy, mine!"

"Grandpa, mine!"

"Grandma, mine!"

"Sister, Daddy, mine!"

He hadn't even learned to speak clearly, yet he had already begun to declare his sovereignty.

"Wah—"

"Wah wah—"

"Wah wah wah—"

Moli cried even more fiercely.

Although he was small and could not say anything.

He knew he also had a mother, a familiar home, and familiar people, but now everything was different.

He could only express himself through crying.

The house had been livelier these past two days than it had been all year.

Every day, whether morning, daytime, or night, the crying simply never stopped, and Shi Ran could not even settle her mind to do her homework.