Translator: Atlas Studios      Editor: Atlas Studios
As the boyâs personality was similar to his fatherâs, although the elder sisterâs personality was good, she did not guide the childâs growth correctly. She even used her strength to suppress the child, causing the child to fall into a low point and lose confidence for a long time.
Meng Chuyuan thought that the elder sister should spend more effort on the child and teach him to be a proper way to conduct himself. She should patiently change his timid personality for him.
Seeing such a young child wearing a hearing aid, Meng Chuyuan felt a faint pain from the bottom of her heart.
In order not to let the child hear those sad words, Meng Chuyuan brought the elder sister to a corner to chat. âElder sister, is your childâs illness innate?â
The elder sister shook her head gently and explained, âIt was caused by his high fever when he was five years old.â
âIs there any chance heâll recover?â
The elder sister sighed. Her eyes were red and slightly wet. âHe has been a quiet person since he was young. His father and I thought that it would be fine if his fever went down. During that period of time, he didnât have any reaction when we talked to him. He only knew how to cry. Later, we brought him to the hospital for a checkup. The doctor said that his hearing nerves were damaged. The chances of him recovering from this situation are not high.â
âSister, the child is still young. His personality can still be nurtured. He needs you to be his psychological mentor.â
[What a pitiful child. He has to suffer from illness at such a young age.]
[Actually, the elder sister still loves her child very much. When it comes to her sonâs illness, her face is filled with sadness.]
[Perhaps in the eyes of many people, they were just strangers who met by chance, but Sister Mengâs concern is really warm!! It feels inexplicably heartbreaking.]
[Looking at Sister Mengâs age, my old auntie is really inferior.]
[I want to ask Sister Meng if her memories from her previous life have not been erased. Why can she continuously output so many truths? Iâm afraid her Meng PO soup was mixed with water.]
At this moment, Lu Qingye was watching Meng Chuyuanâs live-stream, in a foreign country. He had watched the entire scene just now.
Not long after the mother and son left, Meng Chuyuan and the rest had to return to the guest house.
Lu Qingye stayed in the live-stream room for more than ten minutes, silently watching Meng Chuyuan busy packing her luggage. After seeing that she was done, Lu Qingye called her.
Just as Meng Chuyuan was about to let go of herself, she felt the vibration of her phone in her pocket. It immediately pulled her back to reality.
She quickly took out her phone. Seeing that Lu Qingyeâs call was so timely, she guessed that he was probably watching the live-stream and knew that their recording was about to end.
Meng Chuyuan quickly picked up the phone and greeted him softly.
When he heard Meng Chuyuanâs voice on the other end of the phone, Lu Qingye moved his lips and was about to speak to her when Zhang Yunshu knocked on Meng Chuyuanâs door, indirectly interrupting their conversation.
âSister Meng, do you need help here?â Zhang Yunshu spoke to Meng Chuyuan through the door. âI just met Brother Sen downstairs. He asked me to come over and take a look.â
Meng Chuyuan whispered to Lu Qingye, âWait a moment.â
Out of courtesy, Meng Chuyuan walked over and opened the door. She smiled and said, âNo need. Go ahead. Iâve already packed up.â
âYouâre on the phone?â Zhang Yunshu saw her phone pressed against her ear and subconsciously lowered her voice, âIâm sorry, I didnât disturb you just now, did I?â
Meng Chuyuan said, âItâs fine. Weâre not strangers after all.â
Lu Qingye remained silent on the other end, but he could hear their conversation clearly. Especially when she said that they were not strangers, he felt an inexplicable palpitation.
âSince youâre done packing, Iâll go back first.â
âOkay.â
After Zhang Yunshu left, Meng Chuyuan closed the door and returned her attention to the call. She went straight to the point. âWhatâs the matter?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
After a while, Meng Chuyuan heard the manâs deep voice on the phone. âDonât go home. Come to me..â