The Poor Little Dependent Boy Cried in Shame

Song Xingyue is a child who has no father or mother and was adopted by Dashan's grandmother. Before her death, her grandmother entrusted him to distant relatives. Relatives live in a big city, and Song Xingyue lives under someone's roof for fear of annoying others, so she doesn't dare to speak loudly. There is an eldest brother in the family who is difficult to get along with. His profile is like a knife, and he wears a suit and leather shoes and his eyes are deep. When he looks down at people, he seems to be looking at a lifeless weed. Song Xingyue is most afraid of him. Song Xingyue has a pair of myopic glasses, thick bangs, and her school uniform is always buttoned to the top. No one knew that such a taciturn, honest person would read some unorthodox novels to relieve his loneliness when he was particularly lonely. He watched secretly in the dark night, and the scary big brother suddenly walked in. He stood up in a panic and pointed his finger at the audio book on the screen. For a moment, a mechanical voice came from the phone, each word containing unspeakable and explicit words. [Xxx breaks open xxx's...] Song Xingyue went to turn off her phone with trembling hands, but the second-hand phone she bought for two hundred yuan was intermittently working. She couldn't press pause or reduce the sound. —— A stranger came to Mu Huai's house. I couldn't say he was annoying, but I didn't like his petty attitude either. I usually just treated him as just a stranger and nodded and said hello when I met him. Until that day, Song Xingyue couldn't turn off her cell phone. She stood up in panic and covered his ears. While crying, she begged: "Brother, don't listen, please, don't listen, please..." Only then did Mu Huai realize that Song Xingyue's eyes were so beautiful, and her coquettish and pleading voice was so soft. —— Later, Mu Huai held Song Xingyue in his arms and motioned for Song Xingyue to read the content on the iPad. "Read." Song Xingyue's fair face seemed to be burning: "I, I don't..." Mu Huai kissed him: "Brother, then read it to the baby." Song Xingyue buried her face in his arms and covered her ears as she read those embarrassing novels in a deep voice. Mu Huai took down his hand covering his ears: "Be good, listen carefully. It's written very well. Let's try it according to the process today." July 6, 2025 Purpose: Love life