Chapter 3 Mother Zhou’s Mini Version
I did not go straight to Zhou Muyan.
Through a lot of asking around, I found Mother Zhou, a middle-aged woman in flashy clothes.
She wore sunglasses and sat stiffly in a little teahouse that did not suit her at all.
“You say you have a Child who is our family’s Zhou Muyan’s?”
She spoke first. Her gaze slowly moved from me to Xie Mingming.
The next second.
“Oh my goodness. Is this not Zhou Muyan’s mini version?”
She grabbed Xie Mingming in excitement and looked him over again and again.
“This... this... he looks exactly like Zhou Muyan when he was little.”
Mother Zhou was not exaggerating at all. From pregnancy to birth, Zhou Muyan had never been involved.
But no matter how you looked at him, Xie Mingming looked like him.
I handed Mother Zhou Xie Mingming’s medical records and the related identity papers.
“A year ago Mingming was diagnosed with Congenital Heart Disease. He needs Surgery now.
“If you doubt it, I support you doing a Paternity Test.”
Mother Zhou looked at me with a heavy face. “You are the Child’s...”
“I have nothing to do with the Child. Someone asked me to do this.
“If the Zhou Family is willing to take the Child back, I will disappear at once.”
Mother Zhou went out and made a call, then took us to the best Hospital in the area.
Before long, someone brought over a strand of a man’s hair.
The moment the Paternity Test result came out, Mother Zhou’s eyes lit up.
While the doctor took Xie Mingming away for checks, she pulled out a stack of cash and held it out to me.
“Thank you. The Zhou Family will treat this Child well.”
I turned down her kindness.
This Child was someone I had meant to keep for myself.
But our fate had been too thin.
When I turned to leave, Xie Mingming ran out.
“Auntie, you will not lie to Xie Mingming, right?”
His eyes were red. He still remembered our promise.
I squatted down and touched his face.
Because of the illness over this past year and more, he looked much thinner and smaller than other kids his age.
I was not a fit mother. I had failed him.
I held back my tears and said, “Did you forget? We pinky swore.”