Yan Xinxin’s heart trembled, and without hesitation, she jumped out of the car.
"Mama!"
Young Chenxi’s innocent voice called out from behind her.
"Mama, where are you going? What’s wrong with Brother Xi?"
The little one blinked his wide, confused eyes, looking at her as he asked.
Yan Xinxin stepped forward and gently touched young Chenxi’s delicate cheeks.
"Be good, Chun, Mama will bring your Brother Xi back soon."
She said this and turned to leave, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed firmly by Mo Chuxi.
"Mo Chuxi, let go! Xiao Xi found out, he’s really angry right now, do you understand?"
Yan Xinxin struggled hard to free her wrist from Mo Chuxi’s grasp.
"Let go of ."
"Our son is in the estate; he won’t get lost. You can relax."
His voice was gentle as he reassured her, lifting his gaze to glance in the direction where Yan Chenxi had run off.
"I’m just as worried about Xiao Xi’s feelings as you are. This matter started because of , so let handle it."
As he spoke, he released her hand and began to walk away.
Yan Xinxin quickly stepped forward to block him.
"No, you can’t go right now."
"Yan Xinxin?"
"These past five years, even though you didn’t intentionally abandon and our son, the pain and emptiness it caused are real. I’ve hated you, but because I love you more, I couldn’t truly keep hating you."
She looked at him, her beautiful, tear-glazed eyes eting his unfathomable gaze.
"But Xiao Xi isn’t the sa. He’s still just a child. In his innocent and impressionable years, what he heard every day from his so-called grandmother and aunt was that he was a burden, that his father didn’t want him or as his mother. The wound in his heart won’t heal so easily. If you go to him now, it will only make things worse for him."
Listening to Yan Xinxin’s explanation and plea, Mo Chuxi’s brows furrowed tighter and tighter, while a deep, guilt-laden expression swept across his face.
He walked closer to her and suddenly raised his arms, pulling Yan Xinxin into an embrace. Tightening his hold, he took a deep breath, as if to absorb the warmth and scent of her presence.
"I’m sorry, Xinxin. I never ant to hurt you and Xiao Xi, but I still don’t regret that night with you."
He didn’t regret it.
Even if he could relive it, he would still choose to be with her that night.
But he would never again let himself handle it so recklessly, ignoring its significance.
Startled by his sudden embrace, Yan Xinxin stood there in slight disbelief.
"Thank you for forgiving and not hating anymore. Thank you even more for letting your love outweigh the hatred."
As he spoke, he loosened his hold and t her gaze.
"Yan Xinxin, I love you too. I love Xiao Xi, and I love Chun. Maybe you’re tired of hearing this, but I’ll say it anyway: I will take care of you and our children for the rest of my life."
Sumr, dusk.
A light breeze carried the salty tang of the sea.
The dazzling crimson orange glow of the sunset bathed the flowers, grass, and trees in the estate in its warmth.
Yan Chenxi ran without looking back, his tiny heart feeling impossibly heavy.
Always so tough, and yet in this mont, the corner of his eyes had been moistened by tears.
So, Daddy Chuxi is really my biological father?
Xinxin is lying to !
Daddy Chuxi is lying to too!
They’re all lying to !
I trusted them so much and liked them so much!
They’re all bad people!
And it’s all because I’m too stupid. Daddy Chuxi looks so much like , and I didn’t even notice!
Is this what they call "the onlooker sees the ga more clearly than the player"? Am I just too caught up in it?
Little Yan Chenxi, tears still streaming, muttered bitterly to himself as he continued running, both aggrieved and frustrated.
Suddenly, his running slowed, and then he ca to a stop.
He lifted his head and looked toward a flowerbed not far away.
Soone was sitting there, with their back to him. That person seed to be crying because he could hear sniffles.
Yan Chenxi quickly raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his own eyes. With renewed curiosity, he took a step forward and walked toward the person...
User Comments
0 comments from readers