"I only lost everything because I was saving Kangkang, so naturally, I’m concerned about your situation," An Ruo said indifferently.
A trace of dimness flickered through Tang Yuchen’s eyes, but it quickly passed, so quickly that she couldn’t see it.
"I just found a place to clear my head alone," he said nonchalantly.
An Ruoxin’s heart softened, and she said gently, "Even so, you shouldn’t have turned off your phone and disappeared."
"My phone was blowing up with calls, should I have kept it on and waited for the journalists to bombard me?" He laughed and explained, "I didn’t contact you because I didn’t want to drag you into the limelight. You should know that journalists have been watching me very closely recently, and they won’t spare anyone around me."
So that was the reason he hadn’t reached out to her.
Part of An Ruo was touched, but she was still upset with him.
Even if he didn’t come to find her, he should have at least called her!
But she also knew that they weren’t husband and wife, nor lovers, and he had no obligation to contact her.
With that thought, her mood inexplicably dropped a little.
"Let’s go, you can go upstairs and see Kangkang." Since he dared to see her, it must mean the storm had passed.
The moment Kangkang’s name was mentioned, Tang Yuchen’s eyes softened, filled with a tender and caring light.
He followed An Ruo upstairs, and Aunt Zhou, upon opening the door and seeing Tang Yuchen behind her, immediately showed a look of surprise on her face, "Young Master, you’re here!"
The man nodded slightly in acknowledgment. Then, his gaze fell upon the little guy playing in the living room.
As they entered the room, An Ruo closed the door and said to him, "You spend some time with Kangkang, I’m going to take a shower."
She took the clothes she had bought to the bedroom, leaving to give them some father-son space.
Perhaps Tang Yuchen had a lot of feelings he didn’t want to show in front of others, so she wouldn’t look, and let him feel a bit more comfortable.
Aunt Zhou also considerately went to the kitchen.
Tang Yuchen watched Kangkang intently; the little guy was engrossed in his play and didn’t notice someone was watching him.
He walked over, squatted down in front of him, and greedily stared at his little face.
This was his son; on closer inspection, he did bear a resemblance to him.
They say blood is thicker than water, and now looking at Kangkang, Tang Yuchen’s chest filled with tenderness and emotion, and he fell in love with him from his very bones.
No wonder An Ruo also liked him so much before—this was the kinship of blood relations.
The man’s Adam’s apple moved; his large hand hesitantly landed on Kangkang’s head, gently ruffling it. The little guy glanced up quickly, noticed the stranger, and then lowered his head to continue playing with his toys.
"Kangkang, I’m your dad," he said with a smile as he gently spoke.
His large hand scooped him into his arms, and he couldn’t control himself; his grip grew a bit too tight as he held him close.