𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐭

Chapter 44

Big smelly socks Fu was fishing for law enforcement.

…

In a dream.

The gorgeous red-walled, high-ceilinged Western-style mansion seems to be tinted with a dull light.

Bang——

The gold-rimmed porcelain cup was thrown out of the door with force, and it rolled on the floor several times and smashed to pieces.

The silent servant next to him didn’t even lift his head, he just picked up the broken pieces of porcelain numbly. He didn’t know how many times this kind of thing happens every day in this room.

They were used to it.

“Don’t move!” A hysterical female voice came from inside, her voice shrill and harsh.

In the room, an eight or nine-year-old boy stood stubbornly in the middle of the room, leaving a bloodstain on his forehead with a few pieces of tea leaves sticking on it.

The porcelain cup must have hit the boy hard before it bounced off the ground.

If it shattered like this, the force exerted to throw the cup should not be small.

Bright red blood flowed slowly down the boy’s forehead.

But despite this, the little boy did not cry, not even a trace of superfluous expression.

Because he has long known that apart from silence, no matter what he does, it will only make that person worse.

Song Mingwei sat in the shadows, her face was indistinguishable, looking at the boy in the room, then a distorted and painful smile flashed on her face. She repeated nervously to the boy: “Why is your surname Fu? Why do you keep the blood of the Fu family? It’s all your fault, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be in this state right now.”

No matter how many times he has heard these words, the boy’s heart has become numb.

It was just that the boy also had a desire for warmth when he was young.

He once thought that everyone was the same as him, until he secretly watched other children with their mothers. Their mothers smiled tenderly at them, and the little boy finally knew that they were different.

The boy was keenly aware that Song Mingwei didn’t like him.

Why?

Was he not doing good enough, or was he just not good enough.

In the afternoon, he snuck off to see his nominal brother and saw the innocent, happy boy in his father’s arms.

He walked up carefully, and looked at the man who was supposed to be his father, and stared at him with longing and admiration. He looked at the man and expectantly tried to tell him all his grievances.

But the man smiled and asked who he was.

At that moment, the little boy suddenly understood.

There was no why, because life was just not fair.

Some people are born with everything, and some people have nothing.

He suddenly woke up, and the precocious boy suddenly realized a fact——

Not all parents love their children, Song Mingwei hates him.

After throwing away the carefully treasured photo of his father, he followed his grandfather’s men back to this dark cage without the slightest resistance.

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