The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 868 Is That Man Really Dad?

Feng froze in place, the color draining from his face instantly. He stared at Lin Hui's face, twisted with anger, at the deep, unfathomable rejection in her eyes. All his hopes and fantasies shattered at that moment. He opened his mouth, but found no words coming out.

Yes, what right did he have to ask for anything? He was the one who ruined everything.

Wu Jiao stopped looking at him and slammed the door shut. The loud noise echoed in the narrow corridor, like a slap in the face, hitting Qin Feng hard.

Qin Feng was the only one left outside the door, and the gifts he had bought with great joy were scattered on the cold ground.

He slowly squatted down and numbly picked up the snacks and toys one by one and put them back into his bag. When his fingers touched the cold plastic car, his eyes couldn't help but feel hot.

Finally, he picked up the canvas bag that had bulged again but felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and like a punctured ball, he hunched his back and walked down the stairs step by step in a dejected manner.

The sun still shone on him, but it no longer brought a trace of warmth. His back, in the shadow of the old residential building, looked particularly lonely and desolate.

……

at the same time.

Lin Lin looked at Wu Jiao and asked.

"Mom, who was that person just now? Was it really Dad?"

Wu Jiao shook her head, "No."

"Then why did he say he was my dad?"

"He's crazy, he just said that."

Lin Lin just nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Wu Jiao twitched the corner of her mouth, and felt very uncomfortable when she thought of the scene just now.

She was not upset with Qin Feng, but with herself, having lived alone with her child for so many years.

He and Qin Feng did not have a stable relationship, but Lin Lin was just an illegitimate child of Qin Feng.

She felt even more sorry for her child.

She also doesn't know how to explain it to her children in the future.

Qin Feng is out of prison now, and he will come to see them again in the future.

She didn't want her child to see Qin Feng again.

So Wu Jiao decided to move with her children.

Move as soon as possible.

Wu Jiao squatted down, looked at Lin Lin and said, "Lin Lin, we don't live here anymore, okay?"

"Why doesn't Mom live here anymore?"

"Because... Mom wants to leave here."

"Okay, Mom, I'll listen to you."

"Well, then Mom will go look for a house tomorrow. We'll just move, okay?"

"it is good!"

the next day.

Wu Jiao held her four-year-old son Lin Lin's hand as they walked down a street she was unfamiliar with. Lin Lin's small hand was tightly held in hers, and the child seemed to sense her nervousness, remaining quiet throughout the walk, only occasionally glancing curiously at the pedestrians and shops along the roadside.

They were headed to the small shop on the corner with the sign "Integrity Real Estate Agency." The polished glass door revealed Wu Jiao's slightly haggard yet anxious face. She took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and walked in.

"Hello, how can I help you?" A young female clerk in a professional suit and with a slightly rigid makeup came up to me with a formal smile on her face.

"I...I want to look at houses for rent." Wu Jiao's voice was a little dry. She subconsciously pulled Lin Lin behind her, her eyes quickly scanning the house listings posted on the walls of the store, and then quickly retracted her eyes with a hint of imperceptible evasion.

She didn't dare look at those expensive houses in good locations because her budget was pitifully small.

"What kind of place do you want to rent? What's the approximate location? Do you have any requirements for the area and decoration?" The clerk took out a registration book and pen, ready to take notes.

Wu Jiao pursed her lips, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corners of her clothes, and whispered, "...cheaper, the cheaper the better. It doesn't have to be big, just enough for us mother and son. The location... well... a little out of the way doesn't matter, as long as the transportation... isn't too inconvenient."

What she didn't say was that it would be best to choose a place with a mixed population, where neighbors don't interact much and it's not likely to attract attention.

When the clerk heard the words "the cheaper the better," the enthusiasm in his eyes faded a bit, but he remained polite: "We have cheaper ones, but the condition may not be very good. What price range would you be willing to accept?"

Wu Jiao reported a number that was so low that she felt a little embarrassed.

Sure enough, the clerk frowned and typed on his computer for a long time before looking up. "At this price... well, there is a unit, but it's a bit out of the way. It's in the old city, on the top floor of an old residential complex, on the sixth floor, with no elevator. It's small, one bedroom and one living room, about 40 square meters. The decoration is old, maybe... a little trendy."

As she spoke, she observed Wu Jiao's reaction and seemed to feel that she was unlikely to accept it.

Wu Jiao's heart skipped a beat. Top floor, sixth floor, no elevator, old neighborhood, small, dated, trendy... these things that others might consider disadvantages, to her, became something of an advantage. Remoteness meant it was hard to find; old neighborhood meant lax management; the top floor meant relative quiet.

"Can...can I take a look? Or, can you tell me the details?" Wu Jiao's voice contained a barely perceptible hint of urgency.

The clerk was a bit surprised, but still pulled up a few blurry photos of the house. The photos showed the walls were a bit mottled, the furniture was old, and the lighting was dim. The living room was small, and the bedroom only had room for a bed and a wardrobe.

Lin Lin stood on tiptoe curiously to look at the photo and whispered, "Mom, is this our new home?"

Wu Jiao squatted down, touched her son's head, and forced a smile: "Let's take a look first, okay?" She turned and said to the clerk: "Well... can I think about it? Or, can we make an appointment to go and see the house?"

The clerk seemed surprised that she was actually interested. After a pause, he said, "Sure, the owner is available for viewing at any time. But I must remind you that the house is in average condition. If you are not satisfied after seeing it, please don't mind."

"No, thank you," Wu Jiao said quickly, the weight of the worry in her heart seeming to lift a little. As long as there was a place where she and her son could settle down temporarily, where she could feel a little safer, she wouldn't be afraid of any hardship or fatigue.

She didn't dare agree immediately, fearing appearing too eager and arousing suspicion. She needed time to process the situation, and she also needed to pretend to weigh the pros and cons. But her mind had already made up its mind. This was it. That penthouse, as daunting as it sounded, might be a temporary, secret haven for them and their son.

"Then... could you please take me to see it tomorrow morning?" Wu Jiao asked with a hint of pleading in her voice.

"Okay." The clerk wrote down Wu Jiao's contact information and briefly explained the time and place for viewing the house.