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At that moment, a taxi pulled up to the curb.
Zhao Ling's Husband got out, holding a baseball bat.
Seeing him, Zhao Ling crawled behind Zhao Li's legs as if she had encountered a plague.
The man stood still and glanced at Zhao Li, a look of disdain on his face.
"What? Are you going to stop me?"
Zhao Li shook his head. "This is between you two; I won't interfere."
The man sneered, "You'd better not meddle. Otherwise, I'll take you down with her!"
Zhao Li looked at him expressionlessly. "If you want to fight, do it outside. Don't cause a scene at my doorstep."
"Otherwise, when my wife comes back and sees this, she'll be upset again."
With that, he turned and walked into the house.
Before closing the door, he glanced back one last time.
"If you want to fight, take it outside."
"Don't disturb my wife; otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
Zhao Ling's Husband shot him a fierce glare but remained silent.
Zhao Li closed the door.
He grabbed Zhao Ling and lifted her off the ground, dragging her towards a nearby alley.
Zhao Ling shouted, "Brother! Help me!"
Zhao Li ignored her and closed the door behind him.
A few days later, Zhou Qi received a divorce agreement in the mail.
When the media spread the news, Zhou Qi returned to her hometown with an urn.
Although the urn did not contain her child, she still brought it back to the city where she had lived for decades.
Zhou Qi arrived at the orphanage and found the director.
The urn in her arms made it difficult for her to bend down.
"Director, I'm sorry I'm late."
The director looked at the urn in Zhou Qi's arms and sighed.
"This is your son's home."
"Don't worry, I will take good care of him," she assured.
Zhou Qi nodded heavily. "Thank you!"
The director placed the urn on a shelf.
“Miss Yu, please accept my condolences.”
Zhou Qi wiped her tears and forced a bitter smile.
In the backyard of the orphanage, Zhou Qi discovered a little boy.
He sat alone on the swing, not swinging at all, just quietly sitting there.
Zhou Qi approached him, and the little boy looked up at her.
She crouched down to meet his gaze.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
The little boy shook his head.
“I don’t have a name.”
Zhou Qi felt a pang of sadness.
She gently stroked the boy’s head and softly said, “Do you know what this is?”
The little boy curiously looked at the urn in Zhou Qi's arms.
“Auntie, what’s inside?” he asked.
Zhou Qi replied softly, “It holds my son.”
“He passed away right after he was born.”
The little boy nodded.
He softly asked, "Auntie, can you be my mom?"
Zhou Qi felt a wave of surprise.
She looked into the boy's clear eyes, and her heart was touched.
The little boy continued, "Auntie, I want a little brother, so I can be a big brother."
"Auntie, can you be my mom?"
Zhou Qi was deeply moved by the boy's words.
She hugged him tightly and whispered, "Good child, I can be your mom."
"Let me give you a name."
"You will be called Zhou An. I hope I can bring you good luck."
The little boy nodded.
He held Zhou Qi tightly and softly said, "Mom, thank you."
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