Yang Kang had been staking out a top trending celebrity recently, spending entire nights on it. He had just returned and barely closed his eyes when a phone call woke him up, leaving his mind a bit foggy. 

What did this kid say? 

He’s the young master of the Song Family! 

Hahaha, is it that he hasn’t fully woken up, or is Luo Yunqing dreaming? 

The two engaged in a silent exchange for nearly half a minute. 

Luo Yunqing then dropped the bombshell: “DNA test, I am the son of Madam Song. The Song Family also checked, there was an earthquake back then, everyone was busy evacuating, and in the chaos, there was a mix-up. If you don’t believe me…” 

“I believe you.” 

Yang Kang met Luo Yunqing last summer, also while staking out a hot celebrity. The two brothers endured five whole nights, and finally, their efforts paid off when they caught the celebrity doing drugs with a group. Unfortunately, they forgot to turn off the flash when taking photos and ended up being chased for seven or eight blocks, forming a bond forged through life-and-death experiences. 

He believed him. 

What he didn’t understand was, “Why tell me?” 

The Song Family is at the peak of its power right now, and suddenly revealing such a big thing, whether intentional or not, wouldn’t do the Song Family any good. 

If it’s no good for the Song Family, what good could it do for him? 

“They don’t plan to make it public,” Luo Yunqing snorted, feeling indignant, “So what am I?” 

He didn’t know how other wealthy families operated, but in the Song Family, interests always came first. Even someone as favored as Song Xuechen had to marry for alliance, let alone him, a stranger who suddenly appeared. 

If he didn’t expose this, he would never see the light of day. 

“Without a proper name or status,” Luo Yunqing bitterly smiled at his phone, “If I just go back like this, who would take me seriously? Besides, the welfare institute needs attention.” 

Yang Kang knew that the Blue Sky Welfare Institute had almost closed down several times. Recently, it was only because he saved someone and got a good score, ranking third in the province, that they received some funding. 

If he left quietly, the attention would drop, and the welfare institute might really close down soon. 

Even if it was just for those kids… Yang Kang finally slammed the table, “Alright! This matter, leave it to me.” 

“Thank, thank you, brother!” 

Luo Yunqing looked out at the empty courtyard, a smile tugging at his lips. 

When the truth can no longer be hidden, even if they are unwilling, the Song Family will have to come and properly acknowledge him. 

Knock, knock. 

Just after putting down the phone, there was a sudden knock on the door, a pause, and then another knock. 

Luo Yunqing went to open the door, his gaze falling on a little boy not even reaching his waist, it was Xiao Feng. 

Xiao Feng had a genetic defect causing brain atrophy, making movement more difficult than for other kids. His eyes always tilted to one side, and his head followed suit. 

He held a piece of bright red watermelon, grinning, his expression slightly twisted uncontrollably, “Xiao Luo gege! The watermelon is chilled, it’s so sweet, here!” 

He tiptoed, trying to lift the watermelon up. 

Luo Yunqing squatted down, took a small bite from his hand, and seriously evaluated, “Hmm, it is indeed very, very sweet.” 

“Hee hee hee.” Xiao Feng’s features danced with joy, “Grandma said everyone gets a piece today, this one is for gege.” 

His hand reached for Luo Yunqing, but his smile suddenly dropped, eyes filled with terror, “Gege’s hand… is bleeding!” 

It seemed he had squeezed too hard earlier, causing the wound to reopen, the bandage soaked in red. If not for Xiao Feng’s reminder, Luo Yunqing wouldn’t have noticed. 

“It’s nothing. Just a small, small wound, it’ll heal soon.” 

“Grandma!” Xiao Feng didn’t listen to his explanation, scared, he cried and ran to find the director, wailing all the way, “Xiao Luo gege’s hand is bleeding, he’s going to die!” 

Luo Yunqing: “…” 

Not to that extent. 

The wailing alarmed everyone, and they all rushed to the second floor. Leading them was an elderly lady with graying hair, followed by a group of little kids, some blind, relying on their friends to guide them, anxiously calling out “Xiao Luo gege” to the walls. 

Faces both unfamiliar and familiar, some who would still be alive ten years later, and some like Xiao Feng who had long since passed… Luo Yunqing looked at each one almost greedily, his nose tingling, tears nearly falling. 

“Xiao Luo.” A dry hand brushed over his wrist, Director Qu frowned and muttered, “How did you start bleeding out of nowhere? Come, let grandma take a look.” 

Unwrapping layer after layer of bandage, it was indeed torn. 

Three hideous wounds with exposed red flesh scared the kids who came along, making them cry on the spot, one after another, giving the director a headache. She quickly called the older ones to take them downstairs to eat watermelon. 

“It’s hot now, the wound can’t be covered, if you need to change it, call grandma, if grandma is busy, call Qingqing and the others, don’t let it fester, understand?” 

“When it’s almost healed, go to the pharmacy and buy some scar removal cream, scars aren’t pretty.” 

“Our boys should be handsome and clean.” 

… 

Director Qu nagged, applied medicine, and put on a new bandage for him. 

Just after tying a neat bow, a black-haired head lowered into her embrace. 

“What’s wrong?” Director Qu asked softly, “Did grandma hurt you?” 

“…Yeah.” Luo Yunqing closed his eyes tightly, placing her hand on his head, “Grandma, it hurts a lot.” 

Hanging, cutting the throat, the tongue even stuck out. 

“Then grandma will remember, be gentler next time.” Her hand gently patted the back of his head, suddenly pausing, “Look at my memory, our Xiao Luo found his biological parents.” 

“Grandma…” 

“Being recognized back is a great thing, especially with the Song Family.” Director Qu chuckled, “From now on, it’ll be good days.” 

Luo Yunqing sniffed, his voice muffled in his throat, “If I leave, no one will help you with the work.” 

“How come no one, isn’t there still Qingqing and the others, don’t worry about it.” Director Qu pulled his hand, speaking earnestly, “These years, for our welfare institute, you’ve suffered a lot, grandma sees it. From now on, live well for yourself, understand?” 

He’s only eighteen, and he got into college, a bright future awaits, there’s no reason to continue staying here. 

He doesn’t owe them anything. 

Luo Yunqing opened his mouth. 

Before he could speak, Director Qu’s old phone, used for over ten years, rang first. 

Another message from the hospital urging for payment of hospitalization and medical fees. 

Such messages came almost weekly. 

The hospital had no choice, even if they waived some fees for these seriously ill orphans, there was still a part missing, so they had to keep urging, hoping to get whatever they could. 

“Grandma.” Luo Yunqing turned over the card Song Moyan left before leaving, offering it like a treasure, “Song… big brother gave twenty, twenty thousand, Xiao Yu’s hospital fees can be paid in full.” 

“No, no.” Director Qu quickly hugged his hand to stop him, “This is from your brother, you should keep it well.” 

“Grandma, why say such distant words, he’s my brother, I’m also, also Xiao Yu’s brother.” 

… 

After paying off all the owed fees, Luo Yunqing also bought some fruits and toys, visiting Xiao Yu in the inpatient department. 

Xiao Yu was picked up by Director Qu from the welfare institute’s doorstep on a stormy day. Born with kidney disease, his body was weaker than other kids, a slight cold would land him in the hospital for a long time, and now he’s waiting for a kidney transplant. 

A boy not yet six, quiet and calm, in stark contrast to the chubby eight-year-old next to him crying in his mother’s arms. 

Focused on his notebook, drawing and coloring. 

Luo Yunqing approached without him noticing. 

“Xiao Yu.” He hid the fruits and toys behind him, bending over to call softly. 

His voice, far from the hoarse one ten years later, was clear and refreshing, like a glass of iced soda in summer. 

Xiao Yu blinked, lifting his head, his dark eyes widening, “Xiao Luo gege!” 

“Look what gege brought you today.” Luo Yunqing eagerly revealed the gifts behind him, “Ta-da, ta-da!” 

A bag of sticky bananas, a bunch of seedless grapes, a few drawing books, and a toy bulldozer. 

“Wow!” Xiao Yu hugged his face, eyes shining, “Xiao Huangche!” 

It’s the car from his drawing book. 

Luo Yunqing unwrapped the toy for him, letting him assemble it himself, then went to wash a plate of grapes, sharing a few with others in the ward, thanking them for taking care of Xiao Yu. 

Returning to the bed, he squatted down to discuss with him, “The sun is nice today, I asked the nurse, she said you can go out, shall we take Xiao Huangche to bask in the sun?” 

Xiao Yu hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily, “Mm!” 

Luo Yunqing borrowed a wheelchair, afraid of the sun, he put a little sun hat on him. 

… 

Around four in the afternoon, it was still hot, not many people were outside, most were cooling off in the shaded corridors. 

Secretary Chen Zhao, pushing the wheelchair, said, “The old master is determined this time, saying that the young master of the Song Family has the most compatible horoscope with you, can bring you good luck.” 

The man in the wheelchair chuckled at this, his voice deep, “I’m like this, what luck can I bring, don’t harm others.” 

“Boss, don’t say that.” Chen Zhao was a bit frustrated, “Didn’t Old Tang say there’s still a chance to stand up?” 

A month ago, Pei Yanli, who had been living abroad, managing Pei Group’s overseas projects, returned to take over the business as the next successor. 

But unexpectedly, just after getting off the plane, before reaching home, he collided head-on with a large truck on the road. 

The driver was seriously injured and hasn’t woken up yet, and Pei Yanli lost a leg because of it. 

The reason given was fatigue driving, but it’s obvious who was behind it, just no evidence yet. 

“I heard that the young master of the Song Family has a good relationship with the eldest son of the main house, we can’t let go easily.” Chen Zhao gritted his teeth. 

Since they don’t want them to have peace, they can’t let them have peace either! 

The idea was good, but after a brush with death, Pei Yanli just felt extremely tired, “Family matters shouldn’t involve…” 

Bang! 

Before he could finish, a toy bulldozer crashed straight into them. 

“Ah! I’m sorry.” 

A little boy wearing a sun hat the same color as the toy car wheeled over, apologizing repeatedly, “Big brother, I’m sorry, really sorry…” 

He remembered last time, when the nurse pushed him out to sunbathe, they accidentally bumped into a man with crutches, and after apologizing, they were scolded and kicked. Xiao Yu was terrified. 

He shrank his head, biting his lips tightly. 

His brother had just been called away by the nurse, if this big brother scolded or hit him… 

“Don’t be afraid. It’s nothing serious, it’s okay.” 

? 

He didn’t scold him! 

The toy car was picked up and handed back, the big brother in the wheelchair not only didn’t scold him but gently looked over, “Are you playing here alone, where are your family?” 

“Brother he…” 

“Xiao Yu!” 

A worried call came from behind. 

Pei Yanli turned to see a black-haired teenager wearing a mask running over, the hot wind lifting his loose white shirt, revealing a slender neck and faintly visible collarbones beneath.