NOVPUBChapter 482: 482, Those years of Shi Yuhuan, Small Unveiling 2
Chapter 482: 482, Those years of Shi Yuhuan, Small Unveiling 2
“Your child is really adorable. If I had a child like this, I would feel like I have the best gift in the world.” She smiled at the woman, trying to soothe her, to help her find her maternal love.
Upon hearing these words, the woman hesitated slightly, then reached out to hold her child again.
She sighed, “I was just venting. If it weren’t for the child, I would’ve left long ago.”
Song Qinghuan gave a faint smile, preparing to turn around and leave.
“Wait!” But the woman’s voice rang out, successfully stopping her in her tracks.
Song Qinghuan turned back to look at her: “What is it?”
“Are you new here?” the woman asked.
“Not exactly, I… should say I am here to visit friends,” Song Qinghuan came up with what she thought was a suitable answer.
In fact, she herself didn’t know what Shi Yuhuan had brought her here for.
The woman frowned: “Visiting friends? I moved here last year, but no one has lived here since…”
She paused, then continued: “But I heard stories from the villagers about a boy who used to live here with his mother. His mother would often be with different men to earn money to pay for his medical treatment…”
The woman didn’t spell it out, but the implication was clear.
Song Qinghuan widened her eyes, staring at the woman: “What did you say? A boy and his mother… and the mother was…for the boy’s treatment, right here in this house, is it true?”
With great certainty, the woman nodded: “Of course it’s true. Although many people have left the village, those who remain all say the same. One day, a mother and her son arrived. They were in a wretched state, covered in wounds, as if they had fled for their lives. They settled in this little house. The son was very ill, apparently shocked and severely wounded. He would fall ill and have high fever every three to five days, plagued by nightmares. The mother didn’t have a cent to her name. So to pay for son’s medical treatments, what faster way was there to raise money than selling herself?”
Upon hearing this, Song Qinghuan was stunned into silence.
As she thought about the story, she felt a chill run down her spine – such a great mother… such a profound maternal love.
Who was that boy? Is he still alive? What is Shi Yuhuan trying to tell me by bringing me here?
Could it be…?
The woman’s voice was still gently echoing in her ears, sighing with pity: “Less than a year later, the mother reportedly died of illness. The boy lived alone here for two years. Then one day, he suddenly disappeared. No one else was allowed to live in the house, and it was said that every year the boy would return for three days and nights.”
Song Qinghuan shockedly covered her mouth, stammering only after a moment: “What is the boy’s name…”
“Song Qinghuan!” Shi Yuhuan’s voice came from inside as if he was asking where she was.
The deep and cold male voice startled the woman, making her look at Song Qinghuan with surprise, as if she wanted to ask Song Qinghuan who the person inside was.
But Song Qinghuan just smiled at her and turned back into the house.
The house’s soundproofing was so poor, Song Qinghuan didn’t know if Shi Yuhuan heard her conversation with the woman.
And that boy, was he Shi Yuhuan? She hoped not, but a strong intuition was telling her it was.
