Oh no! My yandere school beauty is so clingy!

Sister Wang let out a soft "ouch," and said with a hint of bitterness:

"You're a poor child too! Heaven is truly blind; you and your brother, fate has really been cruel to you!"

She didn't know what had happened, but when she heard Shen Yu say that her parents were gone, then... they must have passed away.

Shen Yu knew he was unlucky; he had probably saved up all his luck and used it all up in meeting Lin Anran.

His life with Lin Anran is now the only light in his life, which he cherishes immensely and is satisfied with and happy about.

But what about my sister?

She had just given birth, and was at her weakest and most in need of care. Who was by her side? That man must have already run away.

With her body still recovering from childbirth, what despair must she have felt as she wrote that letter...?

Shen Yu dared not think any further.

Shen Yu closed her eyes, then opened them again.

His gaze returned to the face of the sleeping baby in his arms.

That oblivious and unaware face is the only and clearest trace my sister left in this world.

She was so small, so innocent, yet so fragile.

She shouldn't have to endure this. She deserves a warm home, loving parents, and a bright future, instead of being stuck in a poorly equipped welfare home with an uncertain future...

Moreover, only by keeping this child with them would they have a better chance of finding their younger sister...

Shen Yu took a deep breath, raised his head, looked directly at Sister Wang, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Can I take this child with me? I'll raise her."

Sister Wang was clearly taken aback by this sudden request. She looked at Shen Yu, then at the sleeping baby in his arms, opened her mouth as if to say something, but then became speechless...

"Huh? No... this... how come..."

Sister Wang didn't react for a moment and instinctively tried to take the child back.

That's Xiaoyu's child after all. Even if the person in front of them is most likely Xiaoyu's older brother... they can't just hand the child over so easily...

Shen Yu glanced at Lin Anran, who nodded. She had no objections, because that was exactly what she had just wanted to say.

After exchanging a glance with Shen Yu, the other party understood.

"I can go through the normal procedures and complete the formalities, or I can register at the police station, either way is fine. Then I will leave my contact information, and if Xiaoyu comes back, she can contact me. At the same time, I will continue to look for her. In the meantime, I will take care of her child."

"You...you're all children too...how are we going to raise you...this won't do..."

Sister Wang spread her hands, her face bitter. She was hesitant to entrust the child to someone else, since the identity of the person before her had not been verified.

Moreover... he's so young, I really can't believe he can take good care of a child.

Shen Yu shook his head and said:

"It's alright. Isn't this child's mother about my age? She's my family too, so I'll definitely take good care of her."

Shen Yu noticed Wang Jie's hesitation and her subconscious attempt to take the child back.

He understood that this was, after all, a living, breathing newborn baby.

Moreover, given that Xiaoyu's child is involved, Wang Jie's caution and reluctance are only natural.

Just as Sister Wang was caught in a dilemma, not knowing what to do, Old Zhang, who had been standing silently at the door, smoking his pipe, came to her aid.

He slowly strolled over, his wrinkled face expressionless, but his cloudy yet shrewd eyes swept over Shen Yu and Lin Anran, finally settling on Sister Wang's face...

"Alright, let him take it."

Sister Wang was stunned, and exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle Zhang, this...this won't do! This is Xiaoyu's child! What if..."

"There's no such thing as 'what if'." Old Zhang waved his hand, interrupting Sister Wang, and his gaze returned to Shen Yu.

"This person isn't a con artist. I've lived most of my life, and I have a good eye for people."

He took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, and continued:

"Besides, you've raised Xiaoyu for so many years. Didn't you also misjudge this boy when he first came into the family? Whether they're siblings or not, it's written on their faces by God..."

"And..." Old Zhang's voice lowered slightly:

"What's Xiaoyu's biggest wish? Isn't it to find her family and have a home? Now, her child, her bloodline, can return to her real family, can be taken back by her uncle, isn't that the best thing?"

He looked up, his eyes fixed intently on Shen Yu:

"You are Xiaoyu's brother, this child's maternal uncle, and this is the closest family to her. It's better for the child to stay with you than to stay here. If she stays here, we can give her a bite to eat and a piece of clothing to wear, but we can't give her a real home or the love of her parents."

Old Zhang's words were reasonable and insightful, and they resonated deeply with Sister Wang.

She knew all too well that the welfare home had limited resources, and what the children lacked most was never a meal, but genuine family affection and a sense of belonging.

She looked at Shen Yu, then at Lin Anran, and finally at the baby sleeping soundly in Shen Yu's arms, as if it had found its home. Her last shred of hesitation vanished...

"That's true..."

The group returned to the simple but clean little house.

Now that he had made the decision, Shen Yu was ready to go through the proper procedures. He called Attorney Chen from Mingde Law Firm and asked him for help.

Old Zhang strolled slowly to the old wooden cabinet with its peeling paint, opened the bottom drawer, rummaged around inside for a while, and took out a small cloth bag wrapped tightly in an old handkerchief.

He walked back and handed the cloth bag to Shen Yu.

"Take it..."

Shen Yu, holding the child in one arm, took the light cloth bag with some confusion.

"This is the money Xiaoyu sent back. We've been saving it for her, without touching a single penny. Now... this money should rightfully be given to you, to her child."

Shen Yu held the light yet incredibly heavy cloth bag, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"No, I can't take this money..." Shen Yu immediately pushed the cloth bag back:

"I have enough money to raise this child, so I'll leave the money here."

"Take it!"

Old Zhang, however, was unusually stubborn. His calloused hands pressed down hard on Shen Yu's refusing hand, firmly pressing the cloth bag into his palm.

"It originally belonged to Xiaoyu. She sent it back, not to us, but to her child. You can keep it and give it to your child."

Shen Yu fell silent, and in the end, she did not refuse again, but instead held the cloth bag tightly.

He carefully tucked the cloth bag into the inside pocket of his coat, placing it close to his chest.

There, a small one-inch photo of my sister was already placed.

After doing all this, Shen Yu raised her head, her gaze falling on the peaceful sleeping face of the baby in her arms...

"Does this child have a name yet?"