He and Lan Keren were husband and wife, so what was she to him?
What did it count as, what happened between them last night, an affair?
Had she become the other woman?
An Ruo felt more and more miserable as she thought about it, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, a broken and hoarse sob escaping her throat.
She suppressed the sorrow in her heart; she dared not cry out, for fear that if she started, her grief would surge out like a flood, and she would become very vulnerable...
The sky gradually darkened.
She still hadn’t returned home, and Kangkang was anxiously waiting for her there.
He heard Grandma Zhou say that Dad was back, but he couldn’t believe it.
He called Mom, but her phone was turned off, and he couldn’t contact her no matter what.
All day long, the little guy was restless at home, constantly stretching his neck out the window to look, prompting Aunt Zhou to tease him that his neck was growing as long as a giraffe’s.
"Grandma Zhou, why hasn’t Mom come back yet?" he asked anxiously.
Aunt Zhou smiled and said, "She should be back soon, and maybe Kangkang’s dad will come back with her."
"Really?" A flicker of hope passed through the little guy’s eyes.
He didn’t have much memory of his dad; he only vaguely remembered that when he was little, his dad would play with him every day.
In fact, about to see his dad, he still felt a bit embarrassed.
As they were talking, the door opened, and An Ruo walked in, tired.
"Mom!" Kangkang dashed towards her, hugging her legs tightly. He tilted his head to look behind her, his eyes inevitably showing a hint of disappointment.
Dad hadn’t come with her.
Aunt Zhou immediately voiced what he was feeling: "Miss An, where’s the young master? Didn’t he come back with you?"
An Ruo looked down and stroked the child’s head, closing the door and saying, "He had things to do, so he didn’t come."
"Ah?" Aunt Zhou uttered in surprise. She wanted to ask why, but seeing An Ruo’s pale complexion, she dared not.
What happened between her and the young master? Did they have a fight?
Kangkang also sensed something was off and looked up at her with a smile, "Mom, I haven’t seen you for so long, I missed you so much, did you miss me?"
An Ruo couldn’t help but smile, "Mom, of course, missed you. You must have been so worried last night when Mom didn’t come home, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll come home every day from now on."
So what without Tang Yuchen? She had her child.
Her world wasn’t empty; for her child, no matter how painful, she would continue on bravely.
Kangkang giggled, taking her hand and walking into the living room to sit with her on the couch.
"Mom, are you very tired? Grandma Zhou made food, you should eat and then go to sleep quickly," he said, nestling into her arms, childishly yet sensibly.
Looking at her child’s concerned expression, An Ruo’s cold heart couldn’t help but warm.