Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 70 – Chapter 70: Chapter 71: Seven–year–Old Wang Meng_l

Chapter 70: Chapter 71: Seven-year-Old Wang Meng_l

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Su Hu cautiously prodded and finally learned the general story from the boy's intermittent narrative.

The boy's name was Wang Meng, and he was seven years old. Two months ago, a flood struck his hometown, and he, along with his mother and sister, followed the villagers in begging and relocating towards Xuzhou City.

They encountered bandits on the way, and both his mother and sister were killed by them. He took advantage of the chaos to escape, but unexpectedly met with a kidnapper. He was drugged and stuffed into a horse carriage.

Having an innate divine strength since he was young, he broke free from the ropes and jumped out of the cart to escape. Unfortunately, he hadn't eaten for two days while in the cart, and he was both cold and hungry. Not long after running, he collapsed by the roadside and was fortunately saved by Su Hu's family.

Su Hu roughly guessed the tragic situation the boy had been through. Hearing him recount it in person, the eight-foot-tall man couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy.

“Child, what do you plan to do? Do you want to return to your hometown, or stay here?”

When Wang Meng heard him ask this, he knelt on the ground with a thud.

“Uncle, please take me in. I am strong, I can chop wood, carry water, and do many things.”

“What are you doing? Get up quickly.”

Su Hu was startled and almost jumped off the bedside. He quickly bent down to help him up: “We don't indulge in this kind of way in our home. We're poor families, there's not much to fuss about.'

“Thank you, Uncle.”

Wang Meng wiped away his tears, rose with Su Hu's help, and nervously rubbed his hands together.

“Put on your clothes first.”

Su Hu pointed at Li Jian's old clothes and got off the bed, “Uncle is going to the main room to see if dinner is ready.”

“Okay.”

Wang Meng nodded vigorously, watching him leave the room, and picked up the clean old clothes to put them on skillfully.

“Sister Yu, what should we do with the boy?”

Su Hu left the west room and called his daughter out of the main room. They huddled under the eaves and whispered.

“What does Dad think?”

Su Qingluo seemed like a little adult, seriously asking Su Hu's opinion.

“Dad will listen to Sister Yu.”

Su Hu habitually trusted his daughter.

“If Dad likes him, adopt him as a son and let him follow your surname Su.”

Su Qingluo confidently made a suggestion: “If Dad doesn't want another son, keep him by your side and raise him, but let him keep his surname Wang.”

“Or, Dad can ask his own wishes. If he wants to keep his surname, Dad can do a

good deed and raise him until he is sixteen years old, and then let him decide

whether to stay or leave.”

“Right, it's better to ask his own wishes.”

Su Hu wholeheartedly agreed: “A seven-year-old boy already has his own ideas, we should not force him.

Su Qingluo smiled with her eyes curved and coyly rubbed her hands: “Since Dad has made a decision, I will go back to the room. It's getting cold and drafty under the eaves.”

“Yes, yes, go back to grandmother's room quickly, don't catch a cold.”

Su Hu immediately felt heartache when he heard this and hurriedly took his daughter's hand, walking towards the main room.

“Hu, dinner is ready.”

Li Yong poked his head out of the kitchen and reminded him with a smile.

“I know, Brother Yong, I'll be right there.”

Su Hu sent his daughter back to the main room, then turned back to the west room. In a short while, he discussed everything with the boy and brought him out of the west room.

“Dad, Mom, this is the child our family just adopted, Wang Meng.”

Entering the main room, he held the boy's hand and cheerfully introduced his identity to the two elders.

Su Qingluo's eyes flickered, understanding that Wang Meng was unwilling to forget his own family and give up his surname.

“Come, good boy, come to grandmother's side.”

The old lady had a kind heart and had learned about Wang Meng's situation from Doudou's account. Now, seeing the thin seven-year-old boy, her heart ached, and tears began to well in her eyes..

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