Chapter 1158: Chapter 1158 The Wooden Beads That Fell Out

Zhao Xi immediately stopped her, “Auntie, the matter hasn’t been made clear yet, don’t be in such a hurry to leave, and about this child…”

He lowered his head, looking at the child who showed no reaction.

Gouwa seemed a bit confused, unsure if he understood Aunt Hong’s words.

As he saw Aunt Hong getting up to leave, he subconsciously followed a couple of steps.

Aunt Hong heard the sound, suddenly turned back, bit her lip, and walked back to him, squatting down and saying, “Don’t follow me anymore; I can’t take care of you.”

As she spoke, she pointed to Meng Yunzheng, “See this person? He is your uncle, and from now on he will be your family. Being with him is better than with me.”

Gouwa raised his head but still looked dazed and said nothing.

Aunt Hong grew impatient, “Did you hear me? At least give a reaction. Don’t you want a better life? Go quickly, hug your uncle’s leg, cling onto him if you have to.”

As she spoke, she gave Gouwa a push. The child stumbled, nearly falling to the ground, but Meng Yunzheng quickly stepped forward to catch him.

Just as he was about to speak, the child’s tightly clenched right hand hit Meng Yunzheng’s arm; probably it hurt a bit, causing the hand to loosen. A bead fell from his palm and landed on the ground.

The bead, round and smooth, rolled forward once it hit the ground.

Gouwa immediately broke free from Meng Yunzheng’s grip, and ran off to chase it.

However, the bead rolled quickly, and in his haste, he fell to the ground with a ‘thud’.

He did not cry or make a sound, just lifted his head to look ahead. However, he couldn’t find where the bead had rolled to.

Zhao Xi, who was nearby, quickly picked up the child, “Are you okay? Let me check if you’ve hurt yourself somewhere.”

Gouwa seemed not to hear, still turned his small head looking for his bead. For once, his usually unresponsive face showed a rare look of urgency.

With sharp eyes, Shu Yu soon spotted the bead, and immediately went over to pick it up.

“Don’t worry, the bead is yours, here.”

Shu Yu glanced at the bead in her hand, it was a wooden bead, probably held long in the child’s palm, now shining with a glossy sheen.

But…

Shu Yu frowned at the pattern carved on the wooden bead, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Yes, it was familiar; she must have seen it somewhere, but couldn’t recall immediately.

Meng Yunzheng, seeing her startled, asked, “What’s wrong?”

“This bead, I think I’ve seen it.” Before she could finish, Gouwa had already lunged over, snatching the wooden bead away, holding it tightly in his palm as if it brought him solace.

Meng Yunzheng had glanced at it earlier, and had no impression of the wooden bead.

Shu Yu snapped out of it, turned to look at Aunt Hong, “Where is this wooden bead from?”

Aunt Hong pursed her lips, seemingly hesitant, and after a while quietly said, “It was left by Dazhuang.”

“And where did Dazhuang come from?”

“Oh, why are you asking so much? Dazhuang is a fool, maybe he picked it up.”

Though she said that, everyone present could tell Aunt Hong was lying.

This bead definitely had a backstory.

“Aunt Hong, if you don’t tell the truth, we can’t confidently take in this child.”

Hearing this, Aunt Hong quickly raised her head, “You’ve decided to take in the child?”

“We have.” The one speaking was Meng Pei.