The temperants of the two were like tepid water, yet in this mont, one boiled and bubbled while the other hardened into ice. Flaming hot and freezing cold intertwined, colliding intensely.
"Why didn’t you tell , Wen, Jing, Ru!"
"He’s already eight years old, yet you could ruthlessly conceal this from for eight years. No, even counting the year you spent pregnant, it’s a whole nine years! Wen, Jing, Ru, I truly doubt if your heart is made of stone! How could you cruelly deny the experience of being a father for those eight years!"
"Do you have any idea how it feels? Looking at that eight-year-old child, the striking resemblance he bears to the worn-out photo of hung on our family wall, and yet he prefers to call Shaocheng ’Dad’ and not once has called ’father’! He is my son! He’s mine!"
Young Master Bai, who was once as cool as a jade statue, never lost his composure like he did that day at the entrance of the Gu family house. Rembering it now, it still feels overwhelming. Unable to control himself, he kisses her passionately after just a couple of words, not caring that she is laying on a hospital bed.
He closes his eyes, tears rolling down onto her face.
The blazing hot liquid stings as it penetrates her facial skin.
Jingru can’t utter a word, choking back her sobs. In the silence of the hospital room, it seems like there’s a hum of countless noises ringing in her ears. After a long while, she finally manages to ask, "Jiajia... You honestly took Jiajia away?"
Her heart clenches abruptly. She’s not a woman easily swayed by emotions, but at this mont, she can’t even form coherent sentences.
"If I hadn’t discovered it by sheer accident, Wen, Jing, Ru, just how long were you planning to keep in the dark?" He grabbed her throat, his face warping with rage, looking like he wanted to take her down with him. The usually eloquent lawyer, displaying violence for the first ti, wore a nacing expression even more terrifying than Gu Shaocheng’s outbursts.
Jingru doesn’t know how to escape his grasp, her tears falling non-stop.
Her eight-year struggle was worse than a war. Didn’t she want to live happily as a family of three? If it weren’t for the desperate circumstances, which woman wouldn’t tell her beloved man as the first thing after being pregnant that ’I’m carrying your child’?
If it weren’t for the desperation, which woman would hide away to give birth alone, raise the child alone? Despite the child yearning for the presence of both parents every day, she had to leave him alone in Canada, only able to et him under the pretense of business trips?
Which woman would willingly suffer this much if there was another way?
The pain and endurance of these eight years cause the female entrepreneur to completely crumble.
The uncertainty and absence of these eight years drive the steady man into madness.
"Wen Jingru, I really want to strangle you."
"Give back my child. He’s mine and mine alone. How dare you take away my child without telling ? Have you ever thought about how I would feel? When I heard the child was kidnapped, I nearly went crazy! My child is my life!"
"And you have the audacity? Did you even once consider my feelings! You dared to deceive for eight years! You dared to toss my son onto Toronto! You dare to casually live with while dumping him so far away. Wen Jingru, he is also my son! I have the right to have him!" Bai Wuqing’s face contorted with fury as he bellowed and chastised her.
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