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Chapter 943: Chapter 927: It Really Was Stolen Chapter 943: Chapter 927: It Really Was Stolen “`

“Mom, hold me for a while,” Gao Peng was really gritting his teeth and enduring the pain in his arm, but how could he hand the child over to Mother Gao?

Mother Gao seemed out of it nowadays, drifting in her thoughts every day.

The child was still too small; no matter whose child it was, if something happened, he really couldn’t afford the consequences.

Mother Gao looked at Gao Peng for a long time before returning to the kitchen, and after a while, she brought out a milk bottle.

“Mom, give it to me,” Gao Peng quickly reached out and snatched the milk bottle from Mother Gao’s hands.

Perhaps she too realized her mistake and this time, she didn’t fight with Gao Peng over the child.

Gao Peng slipped the bottle into the child’s little hands.

The child really was quite adorable, he just didn’t know how old they were.

Were they two yet?

They looked so small and couldn’t even speak yet.

“Drink up for now.”

Gao Peng adjusted the milk bottle, “After you finish, Grandpa will take you home, okay?”

This wasn’t his child, and he had to return them sooner or later.

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If he didn’t, what was he to do, keep someone else’s child?

That would surely land him in prison.

Upon hearing they could go home, the child hiccupped and sucked on their tiny nose before starting to drink the milk, gulp by gulp.

Once the child had had enough milk and was ready to sleep, Gao Peng put them on his own bed to rest.

He tucked them in properly.

Having a child in the house was really nice.

If only this were his grandchild, how wonderful that would be.

What did his unseen grandchild look like, he wondered?

He had never seen his own daughter, nor his grandchild; the man’s warning was still vivid in his mind.

He didn’t want to end up in jail.

If he were incarcerated, he might never get out in this lifetime.

He had done too many unconscionable and immoral deeds in his previous life; if he really were sentenced, it wouldn’t be unjust.

But he still had elderly parents to care for; even if he were worthless, he had to provide for his parents.

It was his duty to honor them.

He walked out, ready to go find Father Gao.

“Dad, I have something to ask you.”

Gao Peng pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Father Gao, who was absorbed in playing chess against himself.

Ever since his leg injury nearly cost him his life, they sold their big house and moved into a smaller one in this new area.

Since then, he rarely went out; there was little point in it.

It had been over a year since the move, and he still hadn’t adjusted.

“Ask away,” Father Gao said, lacking his previous vivacity.

Perhaps after going through a significant ordeal, he had come to terms with many things.

However, it seemed Mother Gao still couldn’t come to terms with it.

Because the pain wasn’t Mother Gao’s to feel, nor was the broken leg hers to bear.

“Dad, where did that child come from?”

Gao Peng felt that something was strange.

They had just moved in, so they didn’t know the neighbors well.

There weren’t many they recognized; borrowing things might be okay since neighbors might reluctantly agree, but what had been borrowed now was a child, a human child.

Could he really have such influence to borrow someone else’s child?

And no one had come looking for them.

He had almost lived a full life; he had seen days of glory at the factory.

That proved he wasn’t stupid or dense; in fact, his mind was sharp—that’s why the factory later grew so big.

So don’t blame him for guessing like this—it was all just too peculiar and bewildering to him.

“That child…”

Father Gao didn’t know how to explain, “Go bring the child over here.”

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Gao’s father stood up carefully, moving as if there was more meaning to his words, yet he did not speak.

“Alright,” Gao Peng also stood up and quickly went to his own room, fetching the child from there.

The child was already asleep, but his little face was still heartbreakingly red.

Gao Peng truly felt that he needed to return the child to his family as soon as possible.

Should anything bad happen to the child, they would come and chop them down.

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For such a small peace of life, he had not acknowledged his own daughter and grandson, and he really dared not let anything happen to his family again, or else it would truly be the end of them.

He glanced toward the kitchen and did not see his mother’s figure.

Could it be that she had gone to sleep?

In their small home, it was impossible not to know who was where.

His gaze fell on the door again, and he saw a pair of slippers there, belonging to his mother.

But her outdoor shoes were missing.

She must have gone out.

Her being out was a relief to Gao Peng.

He had become much more timid lately, probably a sequel of being frightened last time.

He brought the child back in, and Gao’s father reached out to hold the child.

Gao Peng had no choice but to hand over the child to his father.

Gao’s father sat down with the child and at first said nothing, but in the end, he started to cry his heart out.

“This child is my grandson.”

Gao’s father was beating his chest and stomping his feet in distress, like someone was cutting his flesh and drinking his blood.

The pain was real, very real indeed.

But what use was the pain?

The child still belonged to someone else.

“Dad, what are you talking about?”

Gao Peng still did not understand where this grandson of theirs had come from.

“Mom’s confused, don’t tell me you are too?”

Gao’s father wiped his face and then handed the child back to Gao Peng, “Hold him again, otherwise you may not get another chance.

I’m afraid they’ll find us, and we can’t keep this a secret.”

Gao Peng’s hands trembled slightly as he carefully took the child back, trying hard to find something on this child.

But sorry, he really could not find anything.

And he also hoped that what he had just heard was not true.

“Dad, is this really…”

He asked cautiously, “Could it really be that child?”

“Yes,” Gao’s father said, gently stroking the child’s small face, “Your mother and I actually found out about Zhang Xiangcao’s whereabouts a long time ago, and we saw your daughter and later your grandson.”

“We missed our grandson so much that we kept looking for an opportunity.”

Gao Peng was so shocked that he almost dropped the child.

“Did you steal the child?”

Gao Peng was not at all happy, but alarmed.

This could cost them their lives.

They had never seen that man, but he had.

Those eyes seemed to devour people, eyes he would never forget for the rest of his life.

And because of that stare, he did not know for how long he had had nightmares.

Now they had actually stolen the child, taken someone else’s child.

Even though he was his grandson, a blood-related grandson, he was clear in his mind that Zhang Xiangcao had not acknowledged him, and neither did his daughter.

So, even if the child was part of the Gao Family, they dared not even meet his gaze, and now they had actually stolen the child.