I Smiled After the Kidnappers Killed My Son

I got a call from an unknown number. The caller said they had my son and demanded that I prepare a million yuan in ransom.

I took the money to the designated location, but what I got back was a small body wrapped in a white cloth.

I burst into tears. My hands trembling, I lifted one corner of the cloth, then froze.

The boy's face looked about eighty percent like Xiaotian's, but he wasn't my son.

The police arrived to handle the case. By chance, I glanced at the deceased boy's registration form.

In the space for his father's name, I saw my husband Gu Jinchuan's name in black and white.

I calmly called him.

"Your son is dead."

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, then he growled, struggling to contain his anger:

"Shen Zhiyi, you can't even protect a child. What kind of mother are you?"

I cut him off coldly, my voice so calm it frightened even me.

"The one who died was your illegitimate son, not mine."

"What are you talking about? I don't have an illegitimate son!"

He flatly denied it, his tone carrying its usual impatience.

"I think grief has driven you insane!"

Then his tone shifted, turning icy cold.

"Xiaotian was unlucky to have a mother like you. He's dead, so let him be. Make the funeral arrangements soon. I hope he gets a better life in his next one."

The next day, his one true love, Zhou Shiyao, came to see me.

She took my hand with feigned sympathy, though she couldn't hide the smugness in her eyes.

"Zhiyi, you have my condolences. I really don't know what kind of mother you are, letting your child fall into the hands of kidnappers."

"But the dead can't come back to life. Since he's gone, why not donate his heart? It would be a way to earn him some good karma. What do you think?"

At that moment, I finally understood.

No wonder Gu Jinchuan had been unmoved by the news of his son's death. They had planned the kidnapping themselves.

They had simply kidnapped the wrong child.