The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

"How do we contact him? That man is so fierce, I'm afraid to call again. This little brat is really good at bullying people now..."

The woman murmured, her words filled with hatred for Wu Tu, but ironically, she dared not provoke someone as tough as Winston.

Shen Tianbao sighed: "You're so stupid. Why don't you send a WeChat message to ask if it's a black rabbit? That rich foreigner probably wouldn't even care about that."

Upon hearing this, the woman sent a message to Wu Tu on WeChat.

This was the first time she had proactively contacted Wutu on WeChat, and her tone was warm and caring.

"Xiao Tu, I'm sorry. I was so bad before, taking care of my younger brother and didn't pay attention to you. How are you doing abroad? Are you getting used to the food? I miss you. I went to the hospital a couple of days ago, and the doctor said it's a bit serious..."

"But it's okay if Mom doesn't get treatment. As long as you two little ones are okay, Mom will be willing to die."

This is a common tactic used by women.

That kind and gentle attitude always manages to lower the guard of those far away from home.

Blood ties are a woman's best bargaining chip.

Then, behind the sweet words hidden behind honey lies moral blackmail and self-indulgent demands, leaving children feeling stifled yet unable to refuse.

I can only willingly be dragged back into the mire, sinking into depravity with my family who are like vengeful ghosts...

Winston was unaware of this. He did not completely restrict the crow's social life.

Because the little guy's social circle is very small; apart from his family, he has almost no friends.

Winston reminded himself not to be too authoritarian and to give the little one some personal space.

Otherwise, what if one day the child goes into a rebellious phase and starts to hate their father?

So he simply got the little guy a new phone and a new way to contact him.

But sometimes Wutu couldn't help but log into her old WeChat account and secretly peek into the class group chat, like a mushroom in a dark corner, observing her classmates' recent activities.

He simply couldn't resist wanting to see the lives of children who, from childhood to adulthood, lived happily in ordinary families.

He also sometimes worries about his studies, since Chinese people place great importance on children's grades. So the little guy is afraid that when he goes back to school, his poor grades will make his father dislike him.

Even if they are not in school now, the pressure of studying is still etched into the DNA of every Chinese child.

The little guy still has nightmares often, dreaming that he's started school but hasn't finished his homework, or that he's taking an exam but can't get to the exam hall.

Sometimes he would secretly type out the homework from the class group chat and do it himself, but when he checked the answers at the end, he felt like he was doomed! He would only become scum of society in the future.

What if his dad sees his report card and tells him to get out?

Just thinking about this makes the little guy feel like the sky is falling!

So whenever the little guy opens WeChat, he lowers his puppy eyes and sighs.

But to his surprise, he received a message from his aunt as soon as he logged into WeChat.

Oh, right, Auntie doesn't know that he's remembered his childhood memories and is still identifying herself as Wu Tu's mother.

Why is she still haunting him? Why does she keep bothering him in his life?

He was finally going to be happy; he had finally overcome his illness and was returning to his father's home...

He was just beginning to see a glimpse of a bright future, but his aunt's appearance was like a slap in the face.

See? He can never escape that quagmire, because he also has the blood of the Wu family flowing in his veins, which cannot be washed away or severed.

Wu Tu was breathing rapidly. He looked at the message his aunt had sent several times, but he couldn't focus on it.

Until the little one grabbed his hair and picked up the scissors next to him...

Blood trickled down her pale arm, down her elbow and fingers, and dripped onto the carpet.

But Wu Tu didn't care.

He felt that his emotions had finally stabilized.

He could watch indifferently, with a detached attitude, what his aunt was plotting now.

But after struggling to read through these familiar sentences, word by word, Wu Tu still felt a sense of suffocation.

He instinctively gagged twice, biting the wound on his arm, only calming down after tasting the blood.

Despite feeling so disgusted and nauseous, the little guy forced himself to finish reading the passage and think about its meaning.

His aunt was trying to take advantage of him again.

While Wu Tu felt pain, the morally manipulative tone made him even more devastated.

Because the black rabbit is a good child.

But he was the only good child in the family.

My aunt's family has bad genes; they're all rotten people. But Wutu took after his mother; he's grateful, considerate, and a kind child.

Although his aunt lied to him and hurt him, Wutu still remembered the kindness of his aunt in taking him in and cared for him. He remembered every bite of food and every drop of water he had, and he couldn't leave that home directly.

Wu Tu also hated herself, hated herself for being so easily deceived and so cowardly.

They always have unrealistic expectations, get deceived time and time again, and are repeatedly blackmailed because they are soft-hearted.

Knowing he would soften his heart, the bad guys mocked him while recklessly taking advantage of his sincerity.

That ugly face, it was as if his aunt was still threatening him in his ear. No matter how far he ran, even to the ends of the earth, he could not get rid of them, because they were "family"!

So Wutu responded anyway.

He knew that running away was useless; he would have to face it eventually.

If he just wants money, then he can take on more jobs and pay her back.

As long as he pays back the money his aunt spent raising him over the years, they'll be even, and neither of them will owe the other anything.

Over the years, Wu Tu has become accustomed to facing all kinds of malice alone, with no one to help him or save him.

He learned to accept his fate and endure pain. So even now, he didn't think of asking for help.

The crow instinctively felt that this was his own business, and no one could help him, nor should he ask anyone for help.

Moreover, he didn't want Winston to know about this anymore; he didn't want his father to waste his energy on this family.

He also knew how terrible it was to be harassed by this family, so even the clown was afraid. If this endless harassment continued, Winston would also find it troublesome and start to hate him.

I hate him for being such a nuisance.

This is the family affection he has finally obtained, and Wutu wants to maintain his relationship with his family as much as possible, hoping that his father will always love him.

So Wu Tu made up his mind that he would find a way to drive his aunt's family away by himself.

If they want money, give it to them; if that doesn't work, then fight to the death.

Wu Tu couldn't help but think, "At worst, I can just give my life back to them."

They won't keep bothering you anymore.