Foster

Uncle Fu, whose real name is John Smith, has no blood relation to me but has raised me for fourteen years, and I have loved him for the same amount of time, though he is unaware, only seeing it as a childish prank.

On my tenth birthday, he asked me what gift I wanted, and I said a chocolate birthday cake. He smiled. When I turned eighteen, he asked for my birthday wish again, and I declared I wanted to be his fianc茅e. He became angry. The following day, he brought home a beautiful woman and introduced her as Aunt Linda, my future relative by marriage.

In a fit of rage, I decided to show up at his wedding with a new boyfriend. He immediately abandoned the bride and, with a furious look, said, "Without my permission, who allowed you to have a boyfriend?"

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At a class reunion, I ran into Mark Brown, who had chased me relentlessly in college. His gaze was always on me, and when the reunion ended, he offered to drive me home. In a drunken haze, I jokingly asked him, "After all these years, have you not forgotten about me?"

His eyes were deep and intense as he replied, "Do I still have a chance?" My heart ached as I recalled that tomorrow was Johns wedding, and I casually said, "Could you accompany me as my boyfriend to a wedding tomorrow?"

Mark answered without hesitation, "Id be happy to." He dropped me off at the Smith family villa and left. As I was about to ask the butler to open the door, it creaked open from the inside.

"Youre so forgetful with keys," the voice belonged to my uncle John. He casually wore a coat that somehow looked meticulously chosen, elegantly casual, and his cool, refined appearance seemed to have softened a bit.

I couldnt help but complain in my heart, knowing full well I wouldnt survive without you, yet youre marrying someone else. I looked up at his complicated gaze, hiding the pain of losing him, and put on a smile, saying nonchalantly, "Im used to being abandoned; Ive become numb. I can live without anyone."

Upon hearing this, his brows furrowed slightly. He seemed to want to say something but stopped himself. I walked past him, and he suddenly grabbed my hand, his eyes sharp as he said, "Youve been drinking?"

"None of your business," I said insincerely, breaking free from his warm, strong grip, feeling the sorrow in my heart. These hands had once brought me warmth and safety when I lost my parents. At that time, I was only eight years old, riding in my parents car to run errands, when suddenly, there was a loud crash, and I was thrown out of the car. My parents died instantly. In my despair, these hands picked me up, and in a deep, comforting voice, said, "Dont be afraid, Ill take care of you from now on."

Thus, at the age of eight, I was led into the Smith household by John. The next day, as he took control of the entire Smith family, he announced in front of everyone that I was his adopted daughter and the only Miss Smith. He was only twenty years old then.

From then on, I lived in the Smith family, and he did everything that should have been done by my parents. He personally found me a prestigious school and, unless it was a matter of life and death, he insisted on driving me to and from school every day. Seeing how busy he was, I sometimes said, "Uncle John, you have important things to do every day; you can let the butler drive me."

He would look at me affectionately and laugh, "Nothing is more important than my girl." As the years passed, he continued to drive me until I graduated from college. All my classmates knew I had an uncle who loved me dearly.

Now that I have grown up and become a moderately famous artist in the entertainment industry, the dependency on him has slowly transformed. Until my eighteenth birthday, as usual, he asked me with a smile, "Ning, what gift do you want this time?" I hesitated, blushing deeply, unable to speak.

He sat on the sofa, hands on his cheeks, looking at me with interest, "It seems Ning has grown up, and birthday gifts are not so easily asked for anymore." "Uncle John, I want to be your fianc茅e," I finally mustered the courage to say what I had been planning for a long time.

His smile froze, and after a while, he stood up, patted my head, and his tone became distant, "It seems you have grown up, and I can no longer treat you as a child."

From then on, he began to bring women home intentionally, and since I confessed to him, he changed women every month. And every time he brought a different woman home and saw me, he asked me to call them "Aunt Linda." Over the years, the once women-shy Uncle John had introduced me to numerous aunts.

They flirted openly in front of me but never did anything out of line, at most hugging and holding each other. Whenever those aunts wanted to go further, Uncle John would stop them, citing my presence. At first, seeing him bring women home made me jealous and angry, often ignoring him and throwing tantrums, hoping he would coax me.

But he ignored my unreasonable behavior, not even looking at me. Gradually, I became numb and repeatedly told myself in my heart: Uncle John will always be just Uncle John.

Until one day, he settled on a woman named Sophie. He spent a fortune preparing a birthday party for her, gave her expensive gifts he had never given before, and until they got engaged, took wedding photos, and held a grand engagement ceremony, I realized Uncle John was serious this time.

The last hope in my heart also turned into a bubble. My Uncle John finally became someone elses husband. As the autumn wind blew, I shivered and looked at Uncle John coldly, saying, "I wish you a happy wedding tomorrow."

He moved his throat, frowned, and finally took off his coat and put it on me, "Take care of yourself from now on." I snorted coldly, ignored him, and walked forward, letting the coat he put on me silently fall behind me. The brief warmth brought by the coat also gradually dissipated with the cold outside temperature.

Not belonging to my warmth, how long can it last? The next day, I was awakened by a phone call while I was still asleep, it was Mark. "Luo Ning, you said you were going to attend a wedding today, why theres no news?" I suddenly woke up and quickly replied, "Yes, come to my house now to pick me up."

I looked at the watch, its almost eleven oclock, if I dont get up quickly, I might miss Uncle Johns wedding. Damn it, I drank so much wine yesterday. I came out of the bedroom and saw butler Liu holding a bowl. "Uncle Liu, why didnt you wake me up? If I miss my uncles wedding, he will definitely scold me to death."

Uncle Liu stopped me, "Miss, this is the porridge Mr. Smith personally cooked for you early in the morning, saying that your stomach must be uncomfortable after drinking wine." I was stunned for a moment, looking at the porridge, my eyes actually became a bit moist. He has been cold to me for so long, and he actually wants to use a bowl of porridge to appease me, hum, I will not forgive, I will definitely not forgive.