Chapter 825: Punished for 3 years, does not agree to be included in the family genealogy!_2 Chapter 825: Punished for 3 years, does not agree to be included in the family genealogy!_2 Bai Lian was the first to stop. She stood there, turning slightly to look at Ren Jiawei.

Mao Kun had seen Ren Jiawei in the hospital before; his impression of her was much better than that of Ren Qian. With his blonde hair, his hands in his pockets, he watched quietly.

“I…” Ren Jiawei stepped forward cautiously, and she finally saw Xiaoqi’s face clearly, “Your leg…”

But Xiaoqi was very calm. He had already spent a long time coming to terms with his identity and remained as placid as ever, “Much better.”

Ren Jiawei appeared cautious, her face filled with guilt and a deep sense of helplessness, and he felt somewhat unable to respond. This blood tie was too unfamiliar to him.

“Good, good,” Ren Jiawei seemed to murmur.

She looked closely at Xiaoqi’s face, reminded of the first time they met at the airport, when she had been shocked by Xiaoqi; some of his expressions and temperament resembled Ji Shaorong.

“Your name is Mao Xiaoqi, right?” The businesswoman who dominated the corporate world had red eyes at this moment.

Mao Xiaoqi.

Xiaoqi.

She tried to think who might have given him such a simple name. Was it someone from the orphanage who named him?

She remembered what Ren Qian told her that day, how he hadn’t finished junior high, and they had used the lofty hope of studying abroad to persuade him to privately settle with Ren Wanxuan.

The him who hadn’t completed junior high was in pain, yet they maliciously used him as a bargaining chip, tearing open wound after wound atop his injuries.

She thought of the question Bai Lian threw back at her that night.

The more she thought, the more Ren Jiawei found it hard to breathe.

Outside the courthouse.

Bai Lian’s car pulled up.

It was a business van.

The rear door opened and Shen Qing revealed her face from inside, skillfully calling several kids, “Come on in, your Uncle Chen made soy sauce duck today, you’ll love it.”

She also inquired about Xiaoqi’s leg.

A gentle smile appeared on Xiaoqi’s face, “Thank you, Aunt Shen.”

These people, all following Bai Lian, called Shen Qing Aunt Shen. Nearly all of them were practically without parents, Bai Lian included, and Shen Qing and Ji Shaojun had played significant roles in their lives.

Ren Jiawei watched Shen Qing in a daze, this woman she once thought was vulgar.

Now she was extremely grateful for her existence.

She tried to imagine, if not for Bai Lian and Shen Qing, where her child might be now; would he have already been forced by her and Ren Qian into signing a settlement?

The black business van drove away.

Beneath the cool sunlight, Ren Jiawei’s spirit was in a daze.

She reached out, unlocked her phone, and re-established contact with Ji Shaojun.

**
The matter of Xiaoqi.

It wasn’t until the evening that Bai Lian told Ji Heng.

Ji Heng sat alone in the yard of No. 103, holding a smoking pipe, his head down, slowly drawing in, his fingertips trembling slightly.

The glass roof wasn’t yet dismantled, and it was full of smoke inside.

Jiang Fulai walked in from outside, stretching out his hand to press the switch above his head, the glass panes on top sliding apart to reveal a patch of sky.

The smoke in the courtyard gradually dispersed.

Jiang Fulai maintained his usual cold demeanor, his expression quite impassive, as he extended his hand, presenting a file to Ji Heng, “This is some information about Xiaoqi.”

Ji Heng’s hand, which was holding the smoking pipe, paused instantly as he took the file bag Jiang Fulai passed to him.

Xiaoqi had been in Xiangcheng’s orphanage, so close to them. He had no surname of his own and took the name Mao, adopting Mao Kun’s surname because he was the seventh in line, thus the name Mao Xiaoqi.

Ji Heng looked further. He saw that Xiaoqi had always been an outstanding student, even having his teachers come to his home to persuade him not to drop out.

There were a few papers brought over from the orphanage.

All were simple drawings by Xiaoqi as a child, preserved by the director because they were nicely done.

With no guidance and no tutoring, he could still produce really beautiful drawings.

He too should have had a splendid path laid out by a family, not left on his own, forced to drop out in junior high because he couldn’t scrape together living expenses…

Ji Heng read the files again and again before finally putting the file bag away and murmured deeply, “Thank you.”

Now he finally understood why Jiang Fulai had suddenly said those words to him that morning.

Jiang Fulai tapped his fingers and pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, remarking with nonchalance, “You’re welcome. Try to take it easy.”

Having delivered the items, he didn’t linger to comfort Ji Heng any further.

To No. 303.

Today, the hall of No. 303 was very quiet, despite being a Friday evening. Even Zhang Shize, who had the day off, wasn’t coming down; instead, he was at Ning Xiao’s place doing homework.

Only Jiang He sat alone, dressed in a white knitted sweater, sitting on the floor and assembling a building block set.