mtl008 Chapter 930 Qiao Xier and her husband were rescued
Chapter 930 Qiao Xier and her husband were rescued
In fact, someone had already set their sights on Song Xiaming on the very first day he started begging alone.
The person who had his eye on him was a beggar. Seeing that Song Xiaming was all alone, the beggar wondered if the child had no family.
After observing for several days, the beggar confirmed this fact.
The beggar was in his forties. Because of his leg problems and the fact that he had no land, he could only beg, let alone get married and have children.
So when he saw a little child begging all alone, he couldn't help but have an idea.
This is like getting a son for free! He's a bit thin, but he looks quite handsome.
Moreover, the old beggar and the young beggar are a perfect match.
This was a gift from heaven.
In addition, because this little kid is so young, he gets a lot of sympathy from the adults, and in one day he can do what he did in half a month.
The beggar was delighted and began to plot.
On this day, Song Xiaming went into an alley to beg.
With a box of cookies tucked into his pocket, Song Xiaming imagined being surrounded by his family praising him when he got home, and his face lit up with anticipation.
It's noon now, and he's had a good haul. His family is waiting for lunch, so he has to go home first.
But as they reached the alley entrance, a pair of dark hands covered their mouths, accompanied by two smug laughs of triumph.
"Kid, you're lucky to have me as your father."
Song Xiaming struggled, but his strength was as weak as an ant's in front of the old beggar.
The beggar, overjoyed at finding a treasure, chuckled as he ran with Song Xiaming between his legs.
Because Song Xiaming was too young and was covered by the old beggar's clothes, people on the street just thought it was a beggar having a fit of madness and didn't pay any attention to him.
This day happened to be Mu Xinghe's day off.
He received his monthly salary the day before yesterday, and today he took his wife and daughter out to shop, letting them choose whatever they liked.
Mu Ranxi is already three years old. She is as delicate as a porcelain doll. In the dead of winter, she is wearing a thick red coat and jumping around. She is very cute.
This little girl has a habit of observing her surroundings and is very curious about everything.
As she left a jewelry shop, she looked around and saw a beggar with his head down and back bent, hurrying past, brushing against the wall.
The sharp-eyed Mu Ranxi noticed that there seemed to be someone tucked under the beggar's arm.
"Father, Mother, look! This beggar has stolen a little brother!" Mu Ranxi pointed and said anxiously.
Mu Xinghe looked in the direction she pointed and indeed saw something was wrong.
"Seize that beggar," he ordered.
Several servants who were standing not far away immediately pressed down on the beggar.
The beggar was surrounded on all sides and had no way to escape, so he was quickly subdued.
A child fell from his shoulder, looking terrified. He paused for a moment, then burst into tears.
"What's going on? Did you steal someone else's child? How dare you!" Mu Xinghe asked coldly.
"I, I—" the beggar said in a panic, stammering, "He has no family and begs alone on the street. I want to take care of him and let him support me in my old age, so I—I didn't mean to steal the child, please forgive me, sir."
Qiao Xi'er squatted down and looked at Song Xiaming.
"Child, where are your parents? Why are you begging all by yourself?"
Song Qijin and Wei were convicted of crimes; one was forced into corvée labor, and the other was sold into slavery. It was uncertain whether they would return alive.
Following Song Fusheng's instructions, Song Xiaming shook his head and said, "I have no parents."
"Oh, that's how pitiful." Qiao Xi'er sighed.
Mu Xinghe also frowned, as if he was thinking about what to do. As an official, it would be one thing if he encountered a lonely orphan who was seven or eight years old, but the key was that he was only two or three years old. How could he let him continue to beg?
Song Xiaming looked at Mu Ranxi, who was about the same age as him, but because of her wealthy family background, she was half a head taller than him, and had a robust physique and was full of energy.
As a child, his inferiority complex was fully unleashed at this moment.
He could only beg, learning to read people's expressions. Although he could get a lot of things, he also suffered a lot of insults and scolding.
All of this left a shadow on his young heart.
Seeing that the young couple only had one child, a thought began to vaguely form in Song Xiaming's mind.
He walked over timidly and reached out his little hand to Qiao Xier.
Qiao Xi'er couldn't help but squat down. She hadn't seen anyone from Song Fusheng's family for many years, let alone a three-year-old child born later.
She also held Song Xiaming's hand, only to find that the child's hand was very cold, and couldn't help but hold it with both hands and breathe on it to warm it.
"Auntie, I haven't eaten for days, I'm so hungry, please help me," Song Xiaming said sadly.
"I envy this sister so much. She is dressed so warmly, and her belly must be full. Unlike me, I beg for food every day, I am scolded every day, and sometimes I am even beaten."
As he spoke, tears streamed down his face.
He stretched out his hand, showing a wound on the back of his hand.
Actually, he fell to the ground and accidentally scraped himself.
Qiao Xi'er felt extremely distressed.
Such a young child, having lost both parents, felt envious and aggrieved seeing children being well cared for.
Mu Ranxi also said, "Dad, Mom, this little brother is so pitiful. What will happen to him in the future? It's so cold in the middle of winter. Will he die on the street?"
Mu Xinghe struggled internally for a moment, but finally made a decision.
"Take them back first, and see which families don't have children and want to adopt them. Let the authorities process the paperwork and establish the adoption relationship."
Mu Ranxi personally took Song Xiaming's hand and led him back home.
When the courtyard gate opened and Song Xiaming saw the layout inside, his eyes lit up immediately.
The courtyard isn't large, but every part of it is of high quality, made with exquisite materials, and exudes an air of wealth.
If only he had been born into a family like that.
He wouldn't have to beg every day or toil for a bunch of adults; instead, he would be pampered and cherished.
Seeing him gazing longingly at the courtyard, Qiao Xi'er sighed inwardly again.
"Child, what's your name?"
"My name is Xia Ming."
Song Fusheng had instructed that he should not mention his surname as Song in public, lest his wicked cousin, Qiao Lian'er, find out and bully him.
Mu Xinghe had a room prepared for Song Xiaming.
"You can stay here for now, and leave once we find you new parents."
Song Xiaming nodded.
"If my new parents were as kind as my uncle and aunt, I would never have to be bullied again."
"It definitely will, Xia Ming, believe me. You will be very happy and warm in the future. Your new parents will love you very much," Mu Ranxi comforted him.
After waiting all day, Song Xiaming still hadn't returned, so the Song family became anxious and went out to look for him.
Song Xiaming is now the family's cash cow; they absolutely cannot lose him.