An Ruo nodded, "That’s what should be done."
"Then, please come with me to fill out some forms, Miss An."
While filling out the forms, the Director showed her Kangkang’s file.
It contained the date Kangkang was brought in, his height and weight, and his blood type.
When An Ruo returned to the villa from the welfare home, Tang Yuchen happened to be at home as well.
During dinner, she casually said to him, "I plan to adopt a child, and I’ll bring him here in a few days."
She used a declarative sentence, not even implying that she was seeking his opinion.
The man set down his chopsticks, and gazed at her with deep eyes, "How old is the child?"
"A boy not yet two years old."
At that age, similar to their child who had passed away.
He naturally assumed that she couldn’t let go of their deceased child and that was why she planned to adopt one.
"An Ruo," Tang Yuchen looked at her, trying to suggest, "If you like children, we could have one of our own."
An Ruo paused, then scoffed lightly, "Have another one of your children? You think that’s possible?"
She was unwilling to have another child with him; the man felt a deep sadness in his heart.
"You like kids, you can have your own, there’s no need to adopt." In his view, an adopted child was never truly one’s own, and intimacy could never be achieved; the best option was to have one’s own.
An Ruo also put down her chopsticks, her expression cold, "I’m the one adopting the child, not you. If you don’t like me bringing a child to live in your house, I can take him to live somewhere else."
"You know I wouldn’t let you leave."
"Then don’t interfere in my affairs. Tang Yuchen, you’re not planning to restrict everything I do, are you? I’m not your slave or puppet, I have my freedom."
The man clenched his fists slightly; he didn’t really want her to adopt any other children.
He wasn’t a kind man. In fact, he was quite petty and intolerant towards anyone he didn’t approve of.
They could have a child on their own; there was no need for adoption.
But he couldn’t just force his opposition either, "I know some nice families who don’t mind raising another child. I can help you..."
An Ruo angrily cut him off, "I’m adopting this child not because nobody else will, but because I like him. I want him to be my child. Do you understand now?"
The man looked at her intently, his words a bit cutting, "An Ruo, can’t you let go of our deceased child? Even if you can’t let go, you shouldn’t just treat a child who isn’t yours as your own. Our child is one-of-a-kind, irreplaceable by anyone."
The meal became unbearable.
An Ruo suddenly stood up, turned around, and went upstairs without a word, not even countering his remarks.
Tang Yuchen felt a sense of helplessness as if punching a pillow.
He followed her upstairs, and upon entering the bedroom, he saw her pulling out a suitcase, packing.
"What are you doing?" The man’s face changed slightly, he grasped her wrist, and kicked the suitcase aside with one foot.
"Let go of me!" An Ruo coldly shook him off, her eyes brimming with an icy coldness absent of warmth.
She stopped packing, grabbed her handbag, and headed for the door.
Tang Yuchen quickly moved to close the door, "An Ruo, don’t forget the agreement between us!"
"I could agree to give you a year, and I can also go back on it. I’m officially informing you now, that damn agreement, I’m not abiding by it. Tang Yuchen, you have no right to imprison me. I’m leaving, and you can’t stop me!"