“You’re embarrassing yourself.” She didn’t move.
“It’s not like you’re the one I’m embarrassed about, so what are you hesitating for?” Lan Yu Feng looked at her, “Don’t tell me that you’re being intolerant.”
Intolerance?
Zige thought it was a joke and gave the stubborn man a look, speaking in a flat tone, “I warned you out of professional ethics. If there really is an injury, all the responsibility lies with you.”
“I can take charge of myself.”
Since he had said so, Zi Ge naturally had no more reason to excuse herself.
Soon …
Not only did he break out in a cold sweat from the pain, even she was panting from the tossing and turning. When she helped him press his legs again, her hand, which was propped up on the recliner, accidentally slipped, and she almost jumped onto his chest.
Luckily, he was quick on his feet and grabbed the edge of a low table haphazardly to narrowly stabilize himself.
When she wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, her waist suddenly tightened. Her jaw dropped alertly, and in the next instant, she was already wrapped around Lan Yu Feng’s chest.
His face was covered in a fine sheen of sweat that slid down his handsome, flawless features, and there was something breathtakingly sexy about looking at it from a very close distance.
His heartbeat, too, was beating fast and extraordinarily strong, shaking her chest one by one.
Ziggy’s breathing became unconsciously sharp, lifting her eyes to look at him and struggling almost immediately.
“Let go!”
She struggled like a hedgehog.
“Don’t move!” He whispered a warning.
“Lan Yu Feng, I told you to let go! Hear me?!” After struggling a few times and not being able to break away, she became more and more annoyed in her heart, and her voice couldn’t help but raise a sound.
“I told you not to move! Don’t you understand?” He seemed to have been ignited by her anger all of a sudden. With a flip, he pressed her heavily underneath him. The low growl of impatience caused Zige to be so shocked that her entire body froze on the spot.
“You want kids, don’t you?”
He asked suddenly.
Ziggy shuddered and looked at him in disbelief.
“Answer me! You want children, don’t you?!” His brow furrowed and his eyes darkened.
Zige licked her lips, “You heard everything on the … phone just now?”
“Want to, do you?” He remained calm. Yet, it made Ziggy feel like there were huge emotions churning in his eyes.
“Aye! Is that even a question? I want kids and Little Bean needs me!”
He pursed his lips slightly, the image of the child relaxing with her flashing through his mind. And beside himself …
His smiles, all of them, were few and far between.
“Good! You say you want him, so let me ask you, can you protect him?” His tone, a little sullen.
“I can.” Without even blinking, Zige stared straight at him with deep expectation, “I will protect him with my life!”
Staring at the sincerity in her eyes, he asked, “You’re not afraid to die?”
“Without Little Bean, it would be worse than death.”
He shuddered.
There was a long silence, as if in thought.
Was he wrong from the beginning?
Fearing that their mother and son would be injured by Tang Yaoyang, yet, separating them would be more cruel than those external injuries.
It was a long time before he finally spoke again.
“If you want a child, stay … well here and rehab me these days.” The voice was dark, and it had already changed its tone with a coarse ga, as if it was deposited with great pain and contradiction. After a pause, as if he had made a great determination, he said, “After that, I’ll return the little bean to you …”
The words came out, and in the heart, another gaping hole was created.
In His Life …
The most important people, eventually, one by one, will move away from him …
His sudden change of heart rather made Zi Ge freeze for a long while, looking at him with some disbelief.
It took a while to find his voice and ask the question at the back of his mind, “Why? Why are you suddenly so kind?”
I was going to say: is there something else going on? What else did he want?
But …
These words, however, were suddenly blocked by a heavy look from him, and for a moment, it only felt like his chest was blocked and he was a little out of breath.
He rolled over and left her.
Without saying anything, much less looking at her again, he started off and went into the house.
Looking at the figure with an unsteady pace, Zige was still too shaken to return to her senses.
Lan Yu Feng …
What was he thinking?
Why, she could never see through him?
Throughout the day, Zi Ge and Lan Yu Feng spoke very few words. He endured the pain and did the various rehabs she arranged. As if he didn’t know the pain, even though he was covered in cold sweat, he gritted his teeth and endured it.
It’s a complete act of self-abuse.
Like he was venting a bitter emotion.
Several times, Ziggy had wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn’t say anything and just let him toss herself around.
The night deepened.
Ziggy came downstairs after her shower and saw him sitting in front of the fireplace, fuming.
Obviously freshly bathed, wearing a bathrobe with water dripping from his wet hair. In this cold weather, this look was bound to catch a cold.
As Zige was thinking about it, Little Douzi, who had finished her bath with her, jumped out with a smile and hugged her legs, “Mommy, I want to blow-dry my hair.”
She thought about it for a moment, smiled slightly, and whispered to the child, “Mommy’s got some things to do, Daddy’s downstairs, so let Daddy blow-dry for you, and you can dry Daddy’s hair in the meantime. OK?”
The child turned his head to look at the figure downstairs and leapt to his feet, but, again, with some trepidation.
“Daddy’s so serious …” he shrinks his neck in fear and tugs at Mommy’s pants, “Daddy’s scary when he’s mean.”
But it’s not?
It was fine that he liked to get angry, and, moreover, was always inexplicably angry. Even she felt a little bit unable to mess with him, let alone a child with sensitive and delicate feelings.
Zige rummaged through the room for the hair dryer and handed it to the child. Encouragingly, she stroked the top of his head, “Look, baby, isn’t it lonely for Daddy to be sitting there all alone?”
The child turned his head to look at the glowering figure before nodding earnestly, “Daddy must be lonely, like I was in Paris, with no children to play with.”
Zi Ge’s heart sank as she listened, and she knelt down and kissed the child. “Then you go and talk with daddy for a while so daddy won’t be lonely.”
Maybe … there won’t be many more opportunities for them to spend time together as father and son in the future …
Zi Ge shouldn’t feel guilty, after all, when Lan Yu Feng took away the child, he never paid any attention to her pleas for mercy. However, she couldn’t be that selfish after all.
The child cocked his head and thought hard for a moment.
“Okay then.” Finally taking the hair dryer, he gathered his courage and went downstairs.
Looking at the child’s back, and then looking at the figure in front of the fireplace that hadn’t moved a muscle all this time, Zi Ge’s heart was inexplicably a little hard to bear.
After these times, I’m afraid there will be no more opportunities for three people to stay together like this …
Sitting in front of the fireplace, Lan Yu Feng poured himself a glass of red wine. Looking at the leaping embers, so many images swung before his eyes.
Two big ones and one small one fell into a ball on kindergarten’s activity day.
In a trance, I can still remember the child’s clear laughter, her soft smile …
At that time, the wind was light and the sky was clear …
Also remember …
The night the kid got sick.
The image of him holding her, her holding the baby, and the three of them sleeping in each other’s arms …
Back then, even the air was warm.
Later …
That smile, that warmth, may never come again.
“Daddy.” The robe was suddenly tugged by a small hand.
Lan Yu Feng turned around and saw Little Douzi standing beside him with a hair dryer in her hand.
“What’s wrong?” He looked back at the child. Afraid of scaring him, he curbed the seriousness he’d just shown.
The child handed him the hair dryer, “Mommy said for Daddy to blow-dry Little Bean’s hair.”
Lan Yu Feng was stunned and took the hair dryer, subconsciously looking for Zi Ge’s figure. When he looked up, he bumped into her in the line of sight at first glance.
The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then, she took the lead in averting her eyes, seemingly a little weak, and turned around to retreat back into the room.
“Okay, Daddy will blow you.”
Lan Yu Feng plugged the hair dryer in and sat down on the sofa before waving at the child. The child hurriedly ran over with a smile and was picked up and settled on one of his laps.
After Zige closed the door, she still couldn’t help but pull open the doorway and poked her head out to take a look.
The image in the hall stunned her slightly.
The child was resting in his arms, and he was carefully blow-drying his hair, his expression gilded with a rare tenderness.
A big one and a small one, didn’t know what they were chatting about, but from the two different levels of smiles, Zige could tell that the atmosphere between them was harmonious and cozy. The child who had initially said she was afraid of him, was now completely mushy and dependent in his arms.
The child’s hair was quickly blow-dried. Little Bean immediately volunteered to blow-dry Daddy’s hair. He also admitted to holding the child and letting his two hands fluctuate haphazardly on top of his head …
The child’s movements were, well, awkward. Occasionally he would even curl his hair into the hair dryer, and he didn’t say anything, just patiently taught the child.
From a distance, Zige, however, could clearly feel his tenderness at the moment, and …
Between father and son, the attachment that belongs to the blood …
The tip of his nose, inexplicably sour. If one truly took the child just like that, what difference would it make to the person he was before?
But where was she to go in this life of thought without taking the child …?
Finally, without looking any further, she closed the door, retreated to her room, and lay down alone on the bedchamber.
The night is deep.
The child was sleepy early, so Zige led him back to his room to sleep, leaving Lan Yu Feng sitting alone in the hall.
After sitting still for a long time, he finally got up and fished for his cane to head upstairs.
They, mother and son, should be asleep by now …
After all, it was impossible to resist, and it was tempting to visit them.
Along the way, slowly walked to the upstairs, footsteps stopped at the door of their bedroom. Hands, on the door handle, wanting to just go in quietly, without disturbing them.
The door, which had only been pushed open a thin crack, was suddenly halted in his movements.
Her voice, coming from the darkened room.
“Baby, how was your time in Paris with Daddy?” Her voice, as always, was gentle.
“Not good! Not good at all!” Little Bean said bluntly, “There, except for the housekeeper, they don’t understand what Little Bean says, and there are no little friends. It’s so boring!”
His heart, tightened.
Thinking about what the housekeeper had said, the child had been moping around all day. He had thought that as long as he slowly adapted, everything would be fine. However, he had never considered that it was difficult for an adult to adapt to a completely new environment, let alone a child.
And, a child without a mommy …
“So Little Bean doesn’t want to go back to Paris?”
“Don’t want to!” He didn’t hesitate at all.
“So … is Little Bean going to be spending time with Mommy from now on?” She, tentatively, asked.
Standing in the darkness, his hands, unconsciously, tightened.
“Of course.” The child answered crisply, without even a hint of hesitation.