The gluttonous little boy is four and a half years old, and even the wealthy family kneels down and

He turned around, bewildered, to look at the elegantly dressed woman behind him.

Mother?

What mother?

His mother?

Zhang Tianlin clutched the hem of his clothes, seemingly frightened by Yun Mingyue's weeping.

Seeing that he had finally stopped, Yun Mingyue couldn't hold back her tears. She tried her best to control her emotions and waved to him.

"Come here, what's your name?"

Zhang Tianlin looked at her warily, not walking over, but standing still, and replied in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft: "Zhang Tianlin".

Yun Mingyue walked over step by step, tears streaming down her face, and choked out, "How old are you?"

He was silent for a moment before answering, "Five years old."

Yun Mingyue's heart pounded wildly. She finally walked up to Zhang Tianlin, bent her knees, and slowly knelt on the ground, looking at Zhang Tianlin with a complicated expression.

She suddenly asked, "Auntie, may I see your feet?"

Zhang Tianlin looked at her without saying a word.

Yun Mingyue reached out and gently pinched his foot. Seeing that he did not resist, she carefully looked at his ankle.

She remembered that her child had a birthmark on his ankle. Later, when Lu Zixuan's birthmark disappeared, she asked him about it, but Lu Peng told her that she had remembered it wrong.

She looked at the little boy's thin left ankle, which had no birthmark.

Could it be that she mistook me for someone else?

Yun Mingyue, unwilling to give up, went to look at her right foot again and saw an irregularly shaped red birthmark on her right ankle, about the size of a thumb.

The moment she saw it clearly, Yun Mingyue felt her heart stop for a second.

She looked up anxiously at the little boy in front of her.

This person is her biological child, whom she carried for ten months and gave birth to with great difficulty.

The overwhelming joy of finding it left her mind blank.

She stood there, tears streaming down her face, "My...my child..."

"You are my child!" she cried out, trying to reach out and hug the terrified Zhang Tianlin.

But Zhang Tianlin turned and ran away like a cat seeing a mouse.

It was as if Yun Mingyue were some kind of monster.

Yun Mingyue pleaded fearfully, "Don't leave me!"

She got up to chase after him again, but at that moment, Yun Mingyuan caught up with her carrying Xiao Jin.

He grabbed Yun Mingyue, "Yueyue, don't chase after them!"

Xiao Jin exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!" upon seeing something.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth, pointed, and said, "Niece, your foot is injured!"

"You're bleeding, does it hurt?"

"Xiao Jin will help you snort!"

Yun Mingyue's feet were scratched by small stones on the ground, leaving many tiny cuts, some deep and some shallow, and they bled.

She couldn't care less about any of that now. She grabbed Yun Mingyuan's arm as if it were a lifeline, "His name is Zhang Tianlin, and he is my child."

"Brother, please help me pursue him... I'm begging you, please help me pursue him!"

"I'll definitely help you find him!" Yun Mingyuan couldn't bear to see his sister like this, so he took out his phone and called his assistant Zhang Ting, "Have Li Zheng take some people to find a kid named Zhang Tianlin."

He announced in a deep voice, "I need to see this child now!"

"Let's go, let's go," Yun Mingyue cried.

She couldn't wait a moment longer.

"Alright, alright," Yun Mingyuan urged, "Quickly, bring Li Zheng over!"

They arrived quickly, and Yun Mingyuan urged them on. The village secretary then led them to Zhang Tianlin's house.

Along the way, I told them about Zhang Tianlin's family situation.

The elderly couple, Zhang Deshun and Li Guilan, had a son who went out to work. More than 20 years ago, their son died in a car accident, and the two of them depended on each other for survival until they found a child at the entrance of the village more than four years ago.

When they found the child, he was barely alive. He was taken to a hospital in the city and stayed there for more than 20 days before he came back to life. Later, they adopted him.

Yun Mingyue felt a wave of dizziness. She couldn't understand how that scumbag Lu Peng could bear to throw his own flesh and blood here.

Meanwhile, Zhang Tianlin ran all the way home.

Three small bungalows, the yard wasn't big, but it was very clean.

He pushed open the door and called out, "Grandpa, Grandma, I'm back!"

Two thin, hunched-over elderly men, both nearing seventy, emerged from the house.

"Linlin, how is it? Did they come looking for you?" Zhang Deshun asked anxiously.

Zhang Tianlin looked at his grandfather and shook his head. "No, let's eat."

"Really not?" Zhang Deshun didn't believe it. Their small, poor, and remote place, how could a big boss suddenly appear and be looking for a five-year-old child?

He exclaimed urgently, "Don't lie!"

"No, it's not!" Zhang Tianlin took Zhang Deshun's hand and pulled him into the house. "I'm starving, let's eat."

The two hadn't taken more than a few steps when they heard the village secretary's voice from outside the door.

"De Shun—"

Zhang Deshun's sun-darkened, wrinkled face revealed an indescribable expression.

He sighed slowly.

Zhang Tianlin's feigned composure completely vanished, and he hurriedly ran to the door and blocked it.

Zhang Deshun was so angry that he kept yelling, "What are you doing blocking the door?!"

As he was about to open the door, Zhang Tianlin couldn't hold back any longer. He knelt down with a thud, hugged Zhang Deshun's legs, and burst into tears.

"Grandpa, I won't leave! Please don't abandon me!"

"You good-for-nothing! What are you doing in this poor, desolate place!" Tears welled up in Zhang Deshun's eyes.

Behind her, Li Guilan sat on the steps in front of the bungalow, silently shedding tears.

No matter how unwilling Zhang Tianlin was, those people still arrived at the door.

Everyone was stunned when they came in and saw the scene. Zhang Tianlin kept shouting, "He's not leaving."

Zhang Deshun used all his strength to lift him up from the ground, without even looking at him, and only said to the people the village secretary had brought, "Go, go inside and talk."

Zhang Tianlin wanted to follow, but Zhang Deshun chased him away, saying, "Adults are talking, kids shouldn't interfere!"

Yun Mingyue wanted to say something, but Yun Mingyuan, who was next to her, pressed her down.

Zhang Deshun ruthlessly closed the door.

Zhang Tianlin was crying outside, shouting, "I'm not leaving!"

He cried miserably, tears and snot streaming down his face, sitting on the steps, looking determined not to leave.

He gasped for breath, then suddenly felt someone tap his shoulder.

Zhang Tianlin turned his head blankly to look at his side and found that a little girl had been sitting next to him at some point.

The little girl was fair-skinned and delicate, and she looked different from the other children in his village.

This little sister is of course Xiao Jin.

Zhang Deshun's words, "Adults are talking, kids shouldn't interfere," also silenced Xiao Jin.

She had short legs, and as soon as she stepped onto the stairs, the door closed in front of her, and then she saw her dear great-nephew crying sadly.

So she decided to stay and take care of her great-nephew!

Xiao Jin looked at Zhang Tianlin, reaching out her small hands to wipe away his tears, asking, "Why are you crying?"

Zhang Tianlin cried uncontrollably, not wanting to talk to these bad people who wanted to separate him from his grandparents.

He waved Xiao Jin's hand away, "I...I won't go with you!"