IBO -Chapter 175 Heart Disease?

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Xiao Zhong’er was stunned but quickly asked: “If you were an orphan at first, where were your biological parents?”

Song Yiran sighed: “I wondered that too. According to the orphanage records, shortly after I was born, two blood relatives abandoned me at the orphanage gate.

There were cameras. They returned me at first, then abandoned me several more times. On the fifth time, the orphanage director took me in.

Those two people clearly didn’t want me…

To me, they’re strangers. I don’t want to know who they are or where they are now.

My mother is Song Hang, my father is Li Qingqing. I have no second mother or father.”

Xiao Zhong’er realized he’d asked the wrong question, apologizing carefully: “Sorry… I shouldn’t have asked that…”

Song Yiran shook his head: “It’s fine. It’s not your fault. Blame the two who had a child but didn’t want one.

Honestly, people like that don’t deserve to be parents.

If you don’t want a child, don’t have one. Can’t afford contraception? Don’t sleep together. If you can’t even buy condoms, how can you raise a child?

Those two left a note in my abandoned cradle with my real birth date and the name they wanted. The orphanage director kept it. When I grew up and learned the truth, the director gave it to me.

I tore it to pieces and burned it. Dirty. Too dirty. I don’t want it.”

Hearing this, Xiao Zhong’er didn’t know how to react.

Song Yiran seemed upset. Xiao Zhong’er quickly changed the topic: “By the way! Song Yiran, what’s your zodiac sign? I remember your country has one. What’s yours?”

Song Yiran smiled: “I’m a Dragon!”

“Wow! That sounds awesome! I heard every zodiac sign has a benming year. When’s yours?” Xiao Zhong’er asked.

Song Yiran calculated in his mind. Born in 2000, the zodiac cycle is 12 years. His next benming year would be when he’s 24.

Counting only this mission, excluding the previous two.

He crossed over at 35, and since this year isn’t over yet, next year will be his benming year.

Song Yiran smiled warmly and said, “Next year is my zodiac year!”

“Then do you have to wear red underwear next year?” Xiao Zhong’er asked with curiosity. “I heard that in your zodiac year, you’re supposed to wear red underwear.”

Song Yiran nodded. “Exactly. Ideally, I should wear red all over and also wear a red string for my zodiac year.”

“They say this will bring better luck,” he added. “But I don’t really know if it’s true. Still, wearing it is better than not wearing it.

I’ve already made up my mind: next year, in my zodiac year, I won’t just wear red underwear. I’ll wear a red jacket, red shirt, red pants, red socks, and red shoes.

Even my bed sheets have to be bright red. I’ll change my curtains to red, my insoles will be red, and the hair ties I use will be red too.”

As he spoke, Song Yiran grew excited. He touched his braid. “Or maybe I should just dye my hair red next year?

Then I’ll wear the zodiac red string, not just on my wrist, but also around my ankles!

This way, there’s no way anything will go wrong! Next year I’ll be smooth sailing, my luck will be off the charts!”

Xiao Zhong’er imagined Song Yiran with bright red hair and shuddered. No, he couldn’t picture him like that!

He advised, “Song Yiran, maybe skip the hair dye. It’s not necessary. I think all the preparations you’ve made are more than enough.”

Song Yiran hesitated, unwilling to part with his sleek black hair. “You’re right. I won’t dye it then.”

After tidying up the room, Song Yiran pushed open the door, ready to leave.

But the moment he opened the door, he saw a bunch of the little cubs crowded at the doorway.

Song Yutu stood beside them. Had they overheard something? And for how long?

But…

Song Yiran saw their tearful, pitiful little faces, each crumpled like dried, wrinkled orange peels.

Their eyes glistened with tears, looking extremely pitiful.

The cubs all burst into wailing cries right there.

“Waa… how could someone abandon our brother at the orphanage?”

“Waaah… that’s so cruel! I hate those two people!”

“I hate them too! They’re scum, the scummiest of scum! Waaa… Brother! Why did this happen to you? Waaa…”

“Brother’s so miserable… Waaa… he’s too pitiful!”

The children cried so hard that their tears soaked the floor, making the doorway damp.

Song Yiran didn’t know how to face the scene.

Logically, he should comfort them, but the reason they were crying was because of his own past suffering.

Although he hated to admit it, recounting those old memories made his heart ache.

He clearly realized: he was not a child born out of love.

He was a child who had never been truly wanted by his biological parents.

For years, he hid these feelings to avoid worrying his adoptive parents.

But that one event from the past was like a thorn stuck deep in his heart.

Though patched over with the care of his adoptive parents, the wound inside never fully healed.

He wasn’t even a bad person, so why had they abandoned him?

Was he born just as a mistake? Then why did they give birth to him at all?

These questions lingered in his heart, but he had no intention of seeking out his biological relatives—there was no point.

What’s the use? Since they had abandoned him, he refused to recognize that blood connection.

He could never understand what those two scumbags were thinking. Perhaps that was simply the difference between normal people and scum.

How could a normal person ever understand a scumbag’s thoughts?

He would never, ever abandon his own child.

Even if he had no money, if he had a child, he would work three jobs a day to raise them.

The little cubs kept crying, but Song Yiran stood there, unsure what to do.

He felt a numbness in his heart. He should comfort them, not just stand frozen.

But how could he comfort them? Say that he didn’t care? He cared so much it hurt.

He had suffered from this pain himself for so long. How could he now comfort the cubs crying over the same thing?

He couldn’t even comfort himself…

Song Yiran leaned on the doorframe and quietly squatted down, tears welling up. He vented angrily: “Those two scumbags… if you don’t want to raise a child, then don’t give birth! Why give birth to me? What did I do to deserve this?”

“Waaa… damn it, scum! Monsters! Even animals would take care of their young!”

“What did I do wrong? If you didn’t want me, why give birth? Who forced those two scumbags to have me? They should’ve used protection back then!”

“I… waaa… I really… I hate those two scumbags! Go die, scumbags!”

Song Yiran wiped his tears as he spoke, venting the pain in his heart. He truly hated them.

He wished they would just die immediately.

He hugged his younger self and cried as if he had gone back to the first time he discovered the truth.

Back then, he cried under the blanket and pretended nothing happened the next day.

“All these scumbags who give birth but don’t raise, just die! I hate them! Go die, all of you!” Song Yiran’s emotions intensified, and he cried while cursing them.

Everyone was witnessing his emotions for the first time. The children inched closer to him while still crying.

“Waaa… bad scumbags, bad scumbags!”

“Waaa… Brother is so miserable!”

“These hateful scumbags… so cruel!”

Suddenly, Song Yiran felt a sharp pain in his chest. He clutched his left chest weakly: “My… heart…”

Song Buli guessed, “Waaa, Brother, do you mean your heart hurts? Waaa… it’s all the scumbags’ fault!”

Song Xianyue sobbed: “Waaa… my heart hurts just like brother’s!”

Song Yiran’s tears hadn’t dried. His face was pale, clutching his chest, and his gaze fell on Song Yutu: “Tutu, my heart…”

Song Yutu’s eyes reddened, tears uncontrollable. He cried while patting Song Yiran’s shoulder: “Waaa… Brother, we understand… your heart must hurt so much, right?”

He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the tears from Song Yiran’s eyes.

He said earnestly: “Waaa, Brother, we all understand. Cry if you need to, we’ll cry with you!”

Song Yiran: …

Using his last bit of strength, Song Yiran said, “Help… Xiao Zhong’er, help me… my heart… hurts so much…

I think… I have a heart problem…

Help…”

Xiao Zhong’er panicked, clutching his head and screaming: “Ah??!!!”

The children echoed: “Ah?!!”

Song Yutu: “Ah? Heart problem?!!!”

“How could you have a heart problem?!” Xiao Zhong’er was nearly hysterical. “My god, hang on! I’ll find a way to save you!”

“I… I can’t hold on…” Song Yiran’s expression glazed, his pupils dilating, seemingly near collapse.

Xiao Zhong’er screamed: “Aaaah! Song Yiran! Don’t die!”