Chap 3: Adopt
One day, while strolling through the park, she happened to see him sitting quietly under a tree, the sunset casting a golden hue on his brown hair, like stars dancing in the twilight. She stopped, watching him from a distance, observing him as a habit.
'What is he doing?'
She stood there, lost in her thoughts. Everything around her blurred, fading like morning mist under the sunlight. She didn't notice the dark shadow suddenly casting over her until it passed, making the atmosphere feel suffocating, as if the air had become heavier.
The cold gaze of the man above her pierced through her, sharp like a blade just drawn from its sheath. She stood frozen, her legs stiff, like a statue. The contempt in his eyes was a feeling she had become all too familiar with over the past days.
She didn’t understand why, but her feet seemed to have a mind of their own, taking her toward him.
"Is this the girl you were talking about?" The man's voice rang out, hoarse and cold, each word like a block of ice. She looked up at him, her gaze meeting his piercing one.
"Yes, father. Lưu Ly is very sweet. We’ll take care of her, okay? I’ll be her brother," he said, his voice firm yet soft, before wrapping his arms around her.
The warmth radiating from him was a feeling she had never received from any family. It felt like a fleeting breeze, yet it brought a sense of comfort.
"Where is Lưu Ly’s family?" A sweet voice asked. She turned to see a woman walking towards them, carrying a few shopping bags. The woman looked at her with a gentle gaze, but it didn’t make her feel any safer.
She bit her lip, unsure of what to say. Her fingers unconsciously twisted together.
"Is this girl mute?" The man’s voice rang out again, tinged with impatience. He leaned down, extending a hand toward her. Before she could react, he hugged her tighter, shielding her from the man's gaze.
"You can’t talk to her like that," he said.
She stood there quietly, observing. The woman was unusually gentle, while the man was like a thug. She wondered, 'What could this scary man have that made this woman marry him?'
Her thoughts drifted, pulling her out of the present, so much so that she couldn’t remember what the father and son were arguing about anymore.
Finally, she was adopted after staying temporarily with him for 21 days. Unsurprisingly, they adopted her because of her heart. They planned to take it when the time was right. It was nothing more than a free organ donor.
It was just three days after her birthday. She was three years old, and he was six. That was the day she officially became their adopted child.
"From now on, you will be part of the Hé (何) family, One day, while strolling through the park, she happened to see him sitting quietly under a tree, the sunset casting a golden hue on his brown hair, like stars dancing in the twilight. She stopped, watching him from a distance, observing him as a habit.
What is he doing?
She stood there, lost in her thoughts. Everything around her blurred, fading like morning mist under the sunlight. She didn't notice the dark shadow suddenly casting over her until it passed, making the atmosphere feel suffocating, as if the air had become heavier.
The cold gaze of the man above her pierced through her, sharp like a blade just drawn from its sheath. She stood frozen, her legs stiff, like a statue. The contempt in his eyes was a feeling she had become all too familiar with over the past days.
She didn’t understand why, but her feet seemed to have a mind of their own, taking her toward him.
"Is this the girl you were talking about?" The man's voice rang out, hoarse and cold, each word like a block of ice. She looked up at him, her gaze meeting his piercing one.
"Yes, father. Lưu Ly is very sweet. We’ll take care of her, okay? I’ll be her brother," he said, his voice firm yet soft, before wrapping his arms around her.
The warmth radiating from him was a feeling she had never received from any family. It felt like a fleeting breeze, yet it brought a sense of comfort.
"Where is Lưu Ly’s family?" A sweet voice asked. She turned to see a woman walking towards them, carrying a few shopping bags. The woman looked at her with a gentle gaze, but it didn’t make her feel any safer.
She bit her lip, unsure of what to say. Her fingers unconsciously twisted together.
"Is this girl mute?" The man’s voice rang out again, tinged with impatience. He leaned down, extending a hand toward her. Before she could react, he hugged her tighter, shielding her from the man's gaze.
"You can’t talk to her like that," he said.
She stood there quietly, observing. The woman was unusually gentle, while the man was like a thug. She wondered, What could this scary man have that made this woman marry him?
Her thoughts drifted, pulling her out of the present, so much so that she couldn’t remember what the father and son were arguing about anymore.
Finally, she was adopted after staying temporarily with him for 21 days. Unsurprisingly, they adopted her because of her heart. They planned to take it when the time was right. It was nothing more than a free organ donor.
It was just three days after her birthday. She was three years old, and he was six. That was the day she officially became their adopted child.
"From now on, you will be part of the Hà family, Hà Mị Nguyệt," said the woman, who now she called mother, as she patted her head with a smile that was hard to decipher. For some reason, she felt like the woman didn’t want to adopt her. If she followed the system, then yes, she was now a member of the Hà family, and would remain so forever.
But only when you’re in the bed do you find out there are lice.
Indeed, the wealthy are full of schemes. They always know how to make things work in their favor. They turned the adoption into an achievement. On the front pages of newspapers, they were praised as philanthropists, and that made their company stocks soar.
This terrified her. She feared someone had begun to meddle. It was like giving someone a candy before delivering the final blow.
They turned the adoption into a lucky charm, a symbol of fake compassion. She was just a pawn to help them build a perfect image. But what unsettled her wasn’t the fake praise in the media, but the "luck" that surrounded them, which felt too unreal and frightening.
Competitors suddenly ran into trouble. Unbelievable investment opportunities suddenly appeared, as if an invisible hand was controlling everything.
This smoothness was no accident. She could clearly feel the presence of some force. A force that knew too much, controlling everything so skillfully. And the scariest thing was that she didn’t know who, or what, she was facing.
“Aren’t I benefiting from it too?” she reassured herself.
What they called "family love" was just a fake shell.
But there was one person who didn’t seem like that.
From a distance, she heard his cheerful laugh. The way he looked at her, as if always watching every step she took, made her never feel alone. He quietly observed, memorizing every little detail about her, from her likes to her habits, as if he knew her better than she knew herself.
"I wonder how many times he’s reincarnated? Does he have a system?"
The thought briefly crossed her mind, confusing yet strangely clear. He was the only one who made her feel cared for. And now, he was making her anxious and on edge.
She and he walked through a field of white chrysanthemums, where the flowers swayed gently in the breeze. The faint scent from the flowers calmed her. The field stretched out, like a pure white carpet covering the earth, so beautiful it made her lose herself.
"Isn’t it beautiful? I planted them," he said, his voice full of pride.
"They just happened to bloom when you arrived."
She smiled, her eyes sweeping across the neat rows of flowers. He led her to a large tree where the shade protected both of them. They sat down, and he quickly began weaving a flower crown.
She quietly observed as his hands moved swiftly, threading the flowers and grass. His smile at that moment was gentle and warm, making her feel safe and warm.
"It’s done," he said, holding the completed flower crown high, admiring it like a work of art before placing it on her head.
"Why did you plant chrysanthemums? Isn’t it..."
"Because you like them," he interrupted, gently patting her head. "And also, if you ever have trouble sleeping, you can use them."
In her mind, fragments of memories and emotions tangled together, like strands of spiderwebs overlapping. Since she entered this house, his gaze had never left her. Sometimes, she wondered:
“Why is he doing this?”
“I wonder how many times he’s reincarnated?”
The thought returned again, clearer this time. He was not a normal person. His actions and words carried a strange familiarity, as if he knew everything about her.
"Someone like you, you have to survive everything, you’ll definitely live well," his voice was steady, but there was a hint of sadness, half-joking, half-serious, but his gaze was unusually serious.
," said the woman, who now she called mother, as she patted her head with a smile that was hard to decipher. For some reason, she felt like the woman didn’t want to adopt her. If she followed the system, then yes, she was now a member of the Hà family, and would remain so forever.
But only when you’re in the bed do you find out there are lice.
Indeed, the wealthy are full of schemes. They always know how to make things work in their favor. They turned the adoption into an achievement. On the front pages of newspapers, they were praised as philanthropists, and that made their company stocks soar.
This terrified her. She feared someone had begun to meddle. It was like giving someone a candy before delivering the final blow.
They turned the adoption into a lucky charm, a symbol of fake compassion. She was just a pawn to help them build a perfect image. But what unsettled her wasn’t the fake praise in the media, but the "luck" that surrounded them, which felt too unreal and frightening.
Competitors suddenly ran into trouble. Unbelievable investment opportunities suddenly appeared, as if an invisible hand was controlling everything.
This smoothness was no accident. She could clearly feel the presence of some force. A force that knew too much, controlling everything so skillfully. And the scariest thing was that she didn’t know who, or what, she was facing.
“Aren’t I benefiting from it too?” she reassured herself.
What they called "family love" was just a fake shell.
But there was one person who didn’t seem like that.
From a distance, she heard his cheerful laugh. The way he looked at her, as if always watching every step she took, made her never feel alone. He quietly observed, memorizing every little detail about her, from her likes to her habits, as if he knew her better than she knew herself.
*"I wonder how many times he’s reincarnated? Does he have a system?"*
The thought briefly crossed her mind, confusing yet strangely clear. He was the only one who made her feel cared for. And now, he was making her anxious and on edge.
She and he walked through a field of white chrysanthemums, where the flowers swayed gently in the breeze. The faint scent from the flowers calmed her. The field stretched out, like a pure white carpet covering the earth, so beautiful it made her lose herself.
"Isn’t it beautiful? I planted them," he said, his voice full of pride.
"They just happened to bloom when you arrived."
She smiled, her eyes sweeping across the neat rows of flowers. He led her to a large tree where the shade protected both of them. They sat down, and he quickly began weaving a flower crown.
She quietly observed as his hands moved swiftly, threading the flowers and grass. His smile at that moment was gentle and warm, making her feel safe and warm.
"It’s done," he said, holding the completed flower crown high, admiring it like a work of art before placing it on her head.
"Why did you plant chrysanthemums? Isn’t it..."
"Because you like them," he interrupted, gently patting her head. "And also, if you ever have trouble sleeping, you can use them."
In her mind, fragments of memories and emotions tangled together, like strands of spiderwebs overlapping. Since she entered this house, his gaze had never left her. Sometimes, she wondered:
“Why is he doing this?”
“I wonder how many times he’s reincarnated?”
The thought returned again, clearer this time. He was not a normal person. His actions and words carried a strange familiarity, as if he knew everything about her.
"Someone like you, you have to survive everything, you’ll definitely live well" his voice was steady, but there was a hint of sadness, half-joking, half-serious, but his gaze was unusually serious.
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