She laid Kangkang on the bed, and the little fellow stopped playing, staring at her with wide eyes.
She stroked his fluffy little head and whispered to him softly, "Kangkang, although your father can be very bad and hateful sometimes, he is still your father, so I still don’t want anything to happen to him."
If the matters between her, Tang Yuchen, and Yun Feiyang were confined to just the three of them, she naturally blamed Tang Yuchen.
After all, everything had been caused by his domineering and heartlessness. If he had been willing to let her go instead of insisting on keeping her by his side against her will, Yun Feiyang wouldn’t have been injured and had an accident.
But to really let him take responsibility for Yun Feiyang’s accident, she couldn’t bear it.
He hadn’t intentionally caused Yun Feiyang to fall into a coma, and Yun Feiyang had gotten injured trying to stand up for her. She also bore responsibility for this and couldn’t blame Tang Yuchen alone.
In fact, when it came to their issues, there wasn’t a clear right or wrong—once emotions got tangled up, right and wrong became indiscernible.
Now she just hoped Tang Yuchen would be alright. He had just gone bankrupt, and she didn’t want to see him endure the suffering of imprisonment.
She didn’t know how strong he was or whether he could withstand these blows. But she couldn’t bear it, nor could she stand to see him suffer again. She only hoped he would be safe and sound.
Kangkang seemed to understand the sadness in her eyes. He crawled into her arms and leaned against her, his soft little head nudging against her in her embrace as if he were an adorable little animal.
An Ruo was moved by his action in an instant. She hugged his small body tight, tenderly kissing his cheek.
Having a child by her side was truly wonderful, at least it made her feel like her world was still full of hope.
After Tang Yuchen was taken away, An Ruo naturally wouldn’t wait idly for his news.
That very night, she called Mo Hua to ask how Tang Yuchen was doing. Mo Hua said that he was staying in the police station for now, and someone would bail him out tomorrow.
It seemed he really could find someone to help him.
An Ruo felt much more at ease and was able to sleep peacefully with her child that night.
The next day, after waking up and having lunch, she called to inquire, and Mo Hua said that Tang Yuchen had already left. She asked who had bailed him out, and Mo Hua answered it was Liang Xiao.
An Ruo was momentarily stunned; perhaps she had misjudged Liang Xiao at first.
Someone Tang Yuchen considered a good friend surely wasn’t just a fair-weather friend—maybe Liang Xiao was indeed his true friend.
Tang Yuchen returned in the afternoon; seeing him truly unharmed, An Ruo finally relaxed the pent-up anxiety she had been carrying.
"Have you eaten?" She rose and walked toward him, asking this as her first question.
The man was slightly taken aback and felt warmly in his heart because of her words.
He approached her with a smile and said, "Not yet, is there anything good to eat?"