If her child hadn’t died, he would’ve already started calling her "Mom."
She held Kangkang tightly in her arms, a tear falling on the little guy’s face.
Probably feeling uncomfortable from her grip, Kangkang furrowed his brow and struggled, making a few grunts.
An Ruo hurriedly let go of him, wiping the tears from the corner of her eye, "Kangkang, are you hungry? Let’s go downstairs to eat, to have something delicious."
The dining table was already set with a lavish meal, and An Ruo sat down cradling Kangkang, while Uncle Tao said he would go invite Young Master Tang to come down.
It turned out Tang Yuchen had already returned.
An Ruo hoped his attitude toward Kangkang wouldn’t be too extreme.
Actually, she understood Tang Yuchen’s feelings. The child was not related to them, and her adopting him back must’ve been uncomfortable for him.
She wasn’t someone who could easily accept another person’s child as her own.
Yet Kangkang was really different, seeing him, she couldn’t help but like him, feel sorry for him. If she was destined to be alone for life, she might as well adopt Kangkang, gain a son, so that she wouldn’t be alone.
It wasn’t long before Uncle Tao came back down and said to her, "Miss An, the young master said he’s very busy and asked you to eat first."
"Mhm, I know." An Ruo nodded faintly.
Usually, no matter how busy he was, he would never miss the chance to have a meal with her.
Today, he was clearly at home but didn’t come down to eat, which showed he didn’t want to face Kangkang.
An Ruo suddenly found Tang Yuchen’s childishness laughable.
For a grown man, was it worth it to hold a grudge against a little kid?
But his attitude didn’t matter to her, after all, Kangkang was hers alone, and as long as she loved him, that was enough.
Aunt Zhou took the initiative to offer to feed Kangkang, but An Ruo refused.
Kangkang wasn’t her child, and she must start building a strong bond with him now. Besides, Kangkang was different from other children; those who looked after him should be people who loved him.
After dinner, An Ruo held him to watch TV.
She had specifically bought a lot of cartoon DVDs to show him.
He showed no interest in the cartoons, glancing at them before looking away, but he seemed interested in toys.
He clutched a little panda bear, playing with it intently.
When An Ruo spoke to him, he ignored her, but she kept talking to him, amusing him. It was only when he got annoyed that he would quickly glance at her.
Every time he looked at her, she was so happy, as if she had received great recognition.
She believed that if Kangkang saw her every day, he would certainly remember her face, remember who she was.
Tang Yuchen never came downstairs the whole time, and all his meals were sent up by Uncle Tao.
With him not coming down, An Ruo felt more at ease.
The night quickly grew deep, and she planned to hold the child and go to sleep.
Uncle Tao promptly approached her, "Miss An, I have already instructed the servants to set up a children’s room. Also, two servants have been arranged to take turns taking care of Kangkang tonight. Do you have any other needs? I will immediately have someone prepare them."
These must’ve been Tang Yuchen’s ideas.
An Ruo asked Uncle Tao with a smile, "Where’s the room?"
"It’s on the first floor."
Uncle Tao led her to Kangkang’s room, and An Ruo was very satisfied with it.
"Thank you, Uncle Tao."
"Not at all, it’s my duty."
She went on, "Uncle Tao, there’s no need to find people to look after Kangkang. I’ll sleep with him tonight. The child doesn’t like strangers, and I don’t want to scare him. Later, could you have someone help me bring down a few clothes? I won’t be going upstairs."