The little boy had a stubborn look on his face, but he still nodded. "Sort of. But they say I'm not... they call me a bastard."
When he said the word "bastard," the little boy clearly clenched his jaw.
"You are a bastard! My mom said you're a bastard, and your mom is a shameless homewrecker! She seduced my dad!"
"That poor dear. I went to check things out after I heard about it. It was clearly Liu San's son who tried to force himself on the boy's mother. How did she end up being called the homewrecker? A pity I can't testify."
Between what she overheard from the old ladies the children couldn't see and what she heard from the children themselves,
Wen Ying basically pieced together the whole story.
The little boy who had been beaten lived with just his mother. It's often said that a widow's doorstep invites trouble, especially when the widow is also beautiful.
