Travel Back Twenty Years Ago to Adopt Myself (Completed BL)

Chapter 2

Translator: dapotaturs

Release Date: 04/07/2024

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Jiang Wang suddenly found it difficult to reason with his seven-year-old self.

"I won't sell you," he said slowly. "Actually... I'm a relative entrusted by your mother to take care of you. According to our family relations, I'm your cousin."

"You're safe now."

Peng Xingwang hadn't seen his mother for several years. His eyes were filled with tears from the pain, and he looked up at Jiang Wang.

"Is it true?"

Jiang Wang felt relieved internally, thinking he had finally come up with a decent excuse. His tone softened a bit.

"Yes, actually, I look a lot like her if you look closely."

Peng Xingwang pondered for a few seconds.

"Can you call her?"

Jiang Wang remained expressionless. "I don't have a phone."

"There's a landline at the hotel reception."

"Go to sleep."

Peng Xingwang looked disappointed as if he wanted to write 'You're lying to me' all over his face. He sniffled and crawled back into bed, curling up into a ball, soon falling asleep with steady breathing.

Leaving Jiang Wang alone sitting by the bed, lost in thought, holding half a roll of gauze.

He hadn't anticipated things would develop to this extent.

Out of nowhere, he had brought out his younger self, and there was no way he could return the child. He would have to continue raising him, even if it meant doing so with a sense of resignation.

Someone with zero dating experience to this day, annoyed by the sound of children crying, had originally resigned himself to being single for life. He planned to find a place to dig a hole and lie down before dying, saving money on a coffin. He found Peng Xingwang a bit annoying.

Early the next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Peng Xingwang cautiously slipped out of bed, barefoot, glanced at the lump under the blanket on the neighboring bed, and then quickly ran outside.

Three steps later, he bumped into a set of iron-like eight-pack abs.

"Oops!"

Jiang Wang looked down at him, holding a bag of soy milk and fried dough sticks, casting a long shadow.

Peng Xingwang turned and ran back, diving back into his blanket, pretending nothing had happened.

"Get up," the man said coldly. "Have breakfast, take a shower, and go to school."

The boy thought he misheard. "Go to school?"

Jiang Wang had already put on a cheap T-shirt and turned away to tidy up his shirt on the balcony. "What time do you finish school? I'll come pick you up later."

The boy was quiet for a moment, his voice much softer. "No one has ever picked me up from school before."

Peng Xingwang is seven years old this year, and according to the custom of early enrollment in City A, he should be in second grade. However, he never attended kindergarten. His biological father drowned himself in alcohol and vomit from the day he was born, and his mother hastily fled the city two years after giving birth. He owes his survival to the hospitality of the neighbors. With nowhere else to go, the child spent his days picking up trash and playing with stray cats and dogs on the streets. Thanks to the strict urban civilization construction this year, the neighborhood committee aunties forcibly enrolled him in compulsory education for nine years at the local primary school. However, since he's not their child, the neighbors' care is sporadic at best. Being too close would not only waste money but also draw criticism from family members.