Like Du Hong, Ou Jun’s expression turned very sour when he heard Xia Chuyi’s words.
Some people suffer greatly from the loss of a dear one, while others hardly cherish the kinship by their side.
Ou Jun’s face grew dark, and after a while, he finally spoke, "If that’s the case, let’s send them to Nianjiao Orphanage, an institution that my parents support."
"They will be well cared for there," Ou Jun earnestly suggested.
Xia Chuyi shook her head, refusing his proposal, "Meeting is fate."
"These two children, they have been confined with me, they rely on me a lot."
"Adopting them would be much better than sending them to an orphanage."
She said seriously, "Children lack a sense of security."
"Strange environments, strange people, it might cause the children great psychological shadows."
"If possible, I hope every child can live in a more comfortable setting."
Her words succeeded in silencing Ou Jun.
After a long time, Ou Jun sighed, "You are very smart."
Xia Chuyi touched her nose.
She knew what Ou Jun meant.
The Ou Family’s support for the orphanage and their active fight against traffickers, as well as the benevolence they showed to strangers like her,
were all because: for families who had lost children, aside from the desperate longing to find their kin, they could only pray that even when the child wasn’t with them, they would still be well-fed, well-clothed, and grow up happy.
Thus, whenever there was an opportunity to extend a helping hand, they didn’t hesitate, because they hoped that in distant places, their own loved ones could also find someone to reach out to them .
"I’m sorry, Chief Ou," Xia Chuyi said resolutely, "but my opinion remains unchanged. The children would be more suitable with me."
From the previous conversations with Ou Jun, she knew that the Ou Family deeply hoped that Little Sister Ou, wherever she was now, would meet kind-hearted people and have a good life.
She had leveraged Ou Jun’s sentiment.
"All right, you’ve convinced me," Ou Jun sighed, "I’ll help you with this."
For some reason, faced with Xia Chuyi, he was always reminded of his missing sister.
He felt an unusual kinship with her.
It was just a pity she wasn’t his sister.
And her proposal was by no means flawed.
If every lost or trafficked child could meet the greatest kindness, their lives would be much more comfortable.
After contemplating for a few seconds, Ou Jun said to her, "I can help you with the adoption, but you are still a student yourself, and it might be inconvenient to take care of the children."
"How about this, the children could first move into the orphanage, and once you have a place to stay, or have thought about how to arrange things, then you can take the children with you."
Xia Chuyi was taken aback, not expecting Ou Jun to be so thoughtful.
"Thank you, Chief Ou," Xia Chuyi sincerely said to Ou Jun, "but I haven’t started school yet, so I can take care of them for the time being."
As for what to do after school started, she would discuss it once Qian Qianqian arrived.
If the store opened smoothly and the two children were obedient, she might not need to trouble Ou Jun.
"You can arrange as you see fit," Ou Jun nodded and did not pressure her.
Suddenly, Xia Chuyi remembered something else and spoke to Ou Jun again, "By the way, Chief Ou, there’s another matter I hope you can help with."