Today, An Ruo received another call from him, he said he would be able to return tonight.
After hanging up the phone, her heart involuntarily began to anticipate, looking forward to the evening’s quick arrival.
Wanting to see Kangkang’s reaction, she said with a smile, "Kangkang, Dad can come back tonight, are you happy?"
Kangkang’s eyes suddenly darted toward her, his large eyes pitch-black and bright.
Then his gaze shifted to the doorway, as if anticipating Dad’s return.
Delight flashed in An Ruo’s eyes, he really could understand what she was saying. Did this mean that his condition had greatly improved?
"Kangkang, can you call out ’Mom’?" she tried asking him.
The little guy glanced at her, lowered his head, and continued to tinker with his toy. An Ruo was somewhat disappointed; the child was already two years old and still not speaking. It was untrue to say she was not anxious.
However, the fact that he could understand her made a great consolation.
Tang Yuchen arrived at eight in the evening, at the time An Ruo was watching TV with Kangkang in her arms. Hearing the doorbell, without a thought, she went to open the door with the child in her embrace.
As the door opened and she saw the man, weary from travel hurrying back, the concern that had been suspended in her heart silently fell. It turned out that during these few days he was away, she had been worried about him, only she was unwilling to admit it.
Tang Yuchen was surprised that the door was opened by her and their son. The instant he saw them, his heart surged with emotion, and he suddenly stepped forward to embrace them tightly, giving them a breathless hug.
Leaning in his embrace, An Ruo inhaled his scent, feeling very peaceful at heart.
"Wife, son, I’m back," Tang Yuchen spoke in a muffled voice.
In his heart, she was his wife, even though they were already divorced, even though she had no intention of accepting him again. But in his heart, she would always be his wife.
An Ruo’s eyes flickered slightly, she steadied her emotions and said softly, "Alright, we can’t breathe."
Kangkang also wriggled his little body, showing his discomfort.
The man reluctantly let them go, then quickly planted a kiss on An Ruo’s lips.
"You..." she glared at him, annoyed and embarrassed.
Tang Yuchen cheerfully took the child from her arms and kisssed Kangkang’s cheeks on both sides.
"Son, did you miss Daddy?" he asked as he carried him into the living room, excitedly tossing the little guy into the air and catching him again.
Kangkang looked stunned, perhaps frightened by his actions. Then he looked at him eagerly, realizing that the moment before was thrilling and fun.
Tang Yuchen was taken aback by his gaze, but he reacted swiftly, fulfilling his wish by tossing him into the air and catching him again in an instant.
"Son, is it fun?" he kept tossing him high, laughing as he asked.