The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

After running 800 meters, Wen Zhiyao's battery was completely exhausted. He became a soft little pendant on Uncle Pei's back, and he was carried everywhere to play.

After the students' events, there was a fun sports meeting for parents. Several students' fathers were dragged to play basketball, and Pei Du also played a few rounds. Anyone could see that his skills and physical fitness were not at the same level as others, but he played very measuredly and easily controlled the score to a level where everyone was happy.

Wen Zhiyao had never taken his eyes off Pei Du since he sat on the sidelines, muttering, "So handsome, so handsome, I want Uncle Pei to teach me how to play basketball..."

In addition to admiration, there is also desire. He looked down at his own little hands and feet, and really wanted to grow up quickly and become a man like Uncle Pei.

Wen Qiu watched the game more seriously than he did, his heartbeat pounding with the rhythm of the basketball. He could say Pei Du had a thousand faults, but he could never deny his handsomeness and charm. It was a pure pleasure to the eyes, and anyone who saw it would be moved.

Pei Du left the court, picked up the coat on the sidelines and casually put it on his shoulders. Wen Qiu subconsciously handed him some water. Pei Du was stunned for a moment, then smiled, took the water and gulped it down. When he drank the water, his Adam's apple rolled, and sweat flowed down his neck, which was extremely sexy.

Wen Qiu stared at him intently, his eyes following a drop of sweat into his collar, gradually becoming darker. He coughed lightly and said, "It's almost time, let's go back early, the baby is tired too, go to bed early today."

Pei Du received his signal, met his gaze ambiguously, and then blinked slowly, much like a dutiful male vixen.

The three were about to leave when Wen Zhiyao seemed to have seen something at the school gate and suddenly shouted, "Lan Ze!"

He had been looking for his good friend for a whole day, and finally met him at the end of the day. Wen Zhiyao waved his arms excitedly, "Lan Ze, did you see me run the 800 meters? I'm not bragging, I really came in first place!"

Over there, Lan Ze was holding his mother's hand and seemed to have heard nothing.

"He doesn't listen to me again." Wen Zhiyao was angry, and put his hands in his bulging pockets, "I don't even want to share my candy with him."

Wen Qiu and Pei Du found that there was something wrong with Lan Ze's expression. They looked at each other and took Wen Zhiyao over so that the two children could say goodbye.

As he got closer, Wen Qiu heard the mother and son arguing. First, Lan Ze said in a sobbing voice, "I don't want to go home..."

Then his mother threatened impatiently: "Then I will abandon you and leave you alone here!"

"Don't go, don't go..." The little boy with beautiful black hair like silk held his mother's hand tightly and begged, "Can we not go home today?"

Wen Qiu had only heard of children not wanting to go to school, but this was the first time he heard someone not wanting to go home. He found it strange. When he was in high school, he was afraid of being harassed by Xie Guangming, so he would not leave until the school closed every day.

He took a closer look and found that the child's clothes were not right. Today was a sports meeting, and most of the children were wearing light and comfortable sportswear, but Lan Ze was wearing a shirt and shorts that looked expensive, and a pair of clean leather shoes on his feet. He didn't look like he was participating in a sports meeting, but rather like he was put in a window for display.

"Lan Ze!" Wen Zhiyao patted Lan Ze's shoulder from behind. Lan Ze was startled and turned his head suddenly. Wen Qiu saw his red eyes, which were flashing with deep fear and terror.

"Ah, why are you crying? Who bullied you?" Wen Zhiyao quickly locked onto the suspect and asked indignantly, "Did your mother scold you again?"

Lan Ze wiped his eyes and immediately shook his head. His mother was already very impatient and pulled his wrist hard, "Xie Lan Ze, are you going to leave or not?!"

Wen Qiu had no intention of interfering in other people's household affairs, although he felt that the mother's way of educating her children was problematic. However, when he heard the name "Xie Lanze", it was like a thunderclap in his ears.

"Wait, Lan Ze's last name is Xie?" Wen Qiu grabbed Wen Zhiyao and asked.

"Yes, his name is very nice," Wen Zhiyao nodded, "but he doesn't like people calling him by his last name."

The luxurious yet doll-like attire, the young, beautiful yet selfish and mean mother, the frightened child who didn't want to go home, and the cursed surname, a series of coincidences exploded in Wen Qiu's mind, forming a terrible conjecture.

He immediately stepped forward and grabbed Lan Ze's other wrist. Amid Lan Ze's mother's scream of "What are you doing?", he pulled open Lan Ze's sleeve and saw a shocking purple scar on his wrist - as if it was left after being tied up.

Wen Qiu's heart beat heavily. With a glimmer of hope, he pulled open the child's collar and looked inside. Then his eyes seemed to be burned and he closed them uncomfortably - the child's chest was also covered with bruises.

"What are you doing to my son?!" Lan Ze's mother screamed, "Let go, I'm calling the police!"

Everyone around looked over here. Pei Du stepped forward to block her and threatened: "Call the police and see who will be arrested."

ALPHA's pressure was frightening. Lan Ze's mother shrank her neck and immediately lowered her voice, but her expression was fearless: "We can solve this matter privately - privately, understand? Don't think about meddling in other people's business. There are some people you can't afford to offend..."

Wen Qiu pulled Lan Ze behind him and looked at her coldly: "Okay, go back and tell Xie Guangming that he will die sooner or later if he does this to a child."

"How, how did you know..." Lan Ze's mother was so frightened that her face turned pale. She didn't dare to get entangled with the two men. She took small steps back and shouted in a bluffing manner while calling for help, "Just you wait! If you snatch the child openly, the law will punish you!"

"Mom..." Lan Ze didn't expect her to leave him and go away. He was anxious and wanted to chase after her. Wen Qiu grabbed his shoulders and stopped him from leaving. He suppressed his anger and said, "Do you still want to call this kind of woman mom?!"

The child was frightened by him and shrank his neck. Seeing that he was about to cry again, Pei Du shook his head at Wen Qiu, squatted down and touched the child's hair: "Zhi Yao invites you to our house to play. How about staying at uncle's house today? Sleep with Zhi Yao. Uncle's house is very safe, bad guys can't get in, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Unconsciously, he has become very good at coaxing children. He winked at Wen Zhi Yao again, and Wen Zhi Yao immediately took Lan Ze's arm, "Yes, yes, come to my house to play, we can play games all night, and my dad's cooking is really delicious!"

Xiao Lanze stood there at a loss, and was tricked into the car by Wen Zhiyao. He opened his mouth hesitantly to say something, and Wen Zhiyao peeled a candy and stuffed it into his mouth. The candy had been hidden in his pocket for a day and had melted a little, with a sweet orange flavor.

In the front passenger seat, Wen Qiu's emotions were still fluctuating violently, and his fists were clenched tightly. Pei Du reached out and held his hand, whispering: "Go home first and ask the doctor to come and take a look. Maybe it's not that bad."

"How much worse could it get?" Wen Qiu couldn't bear to think about it. This child was only 7 years old, about the same age as Wen Zhiyao, and he was forced to go through all this. He was 17 years old at the time, and he was still terrified to the point of having nightmares all night long, and living in fear every day. How could a -year-old child cope with such terror? He couldn't even leave his mother who persecuted him together.

They took Lan Ze home and put him in Wen Zhiyao's room. In the unfamiliar environment, Lan Ze didn't make a fuss or cry, but just sat there shaking with fear. Wen Qiu was even more worried. This calmness meant a more serious psychological trauma - it wasn't that he didn't cry or make a fuss, but because crying and making a fuss were useless, so his heart fell into a closed state.

Soon, the family doctor arrived and began to examine Lan Ze. When he began to examine the back, Lan Ze finally began to panic and shook his head timidly. Wen Qiu held him in his arms and slowly stroked his head: "It's okay, the doctor is examining you, you will be well soon."

He released a faint OMEGA pheromone, which could greatly soothe an undifferentiated child. Lan Ze quietly hugged Wen Qiu's waist and buried her head in his belly, feeling that this strange elder was warmer than her mother.

The doctor finished the examination and looked very serious. Wen Qiu pulled him aside and asked in a low voice: "How is it?"

The doctor said: "There are no signs of tearing, and no old injuries were found. At present, we can only conclude that some marginal sexual behavior occurred."

Wen Qiu just breathed a sigh of relief, and then he heard the doctor say: "No, listen to me, this only proves that the most terrible situation has not happened in the past month, it does not mean that it has never happened."

Wen Qiu's heart was lifted again. "In this case, is there any way to obtain evidence and send the offender to jail?"

"Generally, the most effective evidence is residual semen or hair, which can no longer be extracted." The doctor shook his head regretfully. "The second is the testimony of the child and his family, but from what I just observed, this child is very closed, so it may be difficult to make a strong accusation."

As for the family members, his mother was one of the perpetrators, so it is impossible to expect her to do anything.

The doctor prescribed him some blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing ointment and said seriously, "I can give you a medical certificate and I can testify in court if necessary. In addition, I suggest that you take this child to see a psychiatrist. He really needs help."

Wen Qiu secretly clenched his fists, thanked the doctor sincerely, and sent him away.

Pei Du and Wen Zhiyao were waiting outside the door. When they saw him come out, they quickly looked over and asked, "How is it?"

"Dad, is Lan Ze okay? Why is he injured?!"

In front of Wen Zhiyao, Wen Qiu just said: "Lan Ze's father is terrible and has always abused him. Don't mention this matter when you see him, understand?"

Wen Zhiyao, who grew up in love, never knew what "violence" was. When Wen Qiu spanked him, it was just a couple of slaps as a punishment. He had only seen those things on TV and in books, and he thought they were scary - as for some more scary things, he couldn't even imagine them.

"I know his father is a bad man, and his mother is also bad..." Wen Zhiyao wiped his eyes and quickly regrouped, "No, I will go and comfort him."

He took out his favorite games, favorite movies and comics, and favorite snacks. Wen Qiu patted him on the back and said, "Go ahead. You sleep with Lan Ze today. Remember to brush your teeth after eating snacks."

Wen Zhiyao came into the room with a bunch of things. Lan Ze was lying quietly on the bed reading a detective novel. Wen Zhiyao climbed onto the bed and said, "I just finished reading this book. It's really good. Don't think that Grandma Roberts is very kind. In fact, she is... um!"

Lan Ze crawled over and covered his mouth, his delicate eyebrows knitted, "Stop talking!"

"Hehe!" Wen Zhiyao laughed. In fact, no one else knew that Lan Ze was very lively only when the two of them were playing together!

He peeled another candy and put it in his mouth, "Try this, this is nougat made by my father."

"So sweet," Lan Ze chewed the candy and said incoherently, "Please don't give me candy anymore. The book says that new teeth will last a lifetime. If they are decayed, they will be gone..."

"Then let's play games, or do you want to watch a movie?" Wen Zhiyao took out all his good things like he was presenting a treasure, and spread them all over the bed. "There's more than that. My dad has a room filled with discs, as long as one wall. All the good movies in the world are in it."

Lan Ze touched each one enviously, and thought of the beautiful maze-like courtyard and the absurdly large villa. He couldn't help but say, "Your house is so big..." and it was decorated so beautifully, with so many fun and beautiful things, and he also had an enviable father.

Wen Zhiyao nodded. Actually, he hadn't said it yet. Because he and his father were the only ones living in this villa, the entire third floor actually belonged to him. The swimming pool and small court downstairs were basically his territory as well.

"If you like, you can come and stay here often." Wen Zhiyao immediately invited me, his emerald eyes shining with innocence and carefreeness. "No, stay here forever! I'll talk to Dad, he will definitely agree."

Lan Ze's face flashed with a trace of worry that was not in line with his age. He didn't take the words seriously in his heart, because crying, running away, or asking for help were useless. He sank his aching body into the cloud-like bed and answered without hope: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)