The car gradually steadied. Bo Xin saw a crowd gathered downstairs. After learning that He Yewan lived on the fourth floor, they went up together.
Perhaps out of spite, Jiang Yuxu didn't ask where they were going.
That was best.
Today was a rest day. He Yewan happened to be home. Hearing the knock, he was wondering who it could be. He never expected to see Jiang Yuxu.
"I am Yuxu's biological mother. I came specially this time to thank you."
Then, He Yewan heard the story of the two children being switched. Because Bo Xin had recently discovered the blood type mismatch, she had rushed over to find him. Seeing the Li family's poor conditions, she was certain they would never teach the child to read. Finding out about He Yewan's help to the child, she came to thank him in person.
Actually, he hadn't done much—mostly just gave books for Yuxu to read on his own. He felt guilty, thinking it was his fault Yuxu got beaten so many times.
If he couldn't take the child away, he shouldn't meddle too much—it only caused harm.
"I..."
"Can I come in and sit?"
Bo Xin interrupted him without hesitation. Her voice was soft, but her tone brooked no argument.
He Yewan's mind hadn't caught up, but his body had already invited them in. Silently, he poured three cups of tea.
Only plain water. Sorry.
He lived a rough life himself.
Bo Xin's eyes swept over the undershirts hanging on the balcony. As an elementary school teacher, his salary wasn't very high. He seemed to have only a middle school diploma. Being able to teach was already luck.
He wasn't highly educated. It was probably his naturally gentle and kind nature, plus his love for reading, that shaped his personality.
He must have liked children too.
"I also have another purpose for coming: to give you some money to help other children like Yuxu."
He Yewan widened his eyes. The madam's attire showed she was wealthy. He was glad Jiang Yuxu had found a good family, but he hadn't expected such a generous spirit.
"Entrust it all to me?"
"Of course." Bo Xin took cash from Bo Xiao. "Yuxu, how much do you think is appropriate?"
Jiang Yuxu lowered his eyes. She probably forgot he was still angry.
But he really hadn't expected her to go to such lengths, to be so meticulous. In this world, others were also loved in such a concrete way.
Jiang Yuxu clenched his fists.
Author's note:
None.