On the first day after marrying into a wealthy family, my five-year-old stepson slapped away the candy I handed him. Later, he caught a fever in the middle of the night and clutched my lapel and cried "Mom". Under the lights of the emergency room, Gu Huaian stood at the door with half of his shoulders wet and raised his hands to wipe his face. Later, Xingchen folded his collection of candy wrappers and placed them in my hand: "If you give it to me, I'll keep it. You will be my mother from now on."
Gu Huaian hung a wooden frame on the studio wall with "Wan Wan" written inside. "Don't leave." He didn't dare to look at me when he said this. I drew a crooked white star on the left chest of his shirt.
It turns out that the most luxurious thing in a wealthy family is never crystal lamps and red carpets, but someone who is willing to wait for you and slowly warm your heart.
