“I am his biological father.”
Wen Qinghe opened her mouth in astonishment. Could it be that she really guessed right?
Yan Zhenyue noticed his surprise and sighed:
"It's a long story..."
Yan Zhenyue only briefly mentioned that he and his wife had to leave due to a temporary mission, and their recent meeting in Beijing.
After many years apart, returning again is no easy feat.
Wen Qinghe learned the whole story from Yan Zhenyue.
Unable to resist asking the question that Yan Xiao had always wanted to know.
"Did you really look forward to Ayan's birth before he was born?"
"Of course!" Yan Zhenyue replied without hesitation.
"His existence was the continuation of my and Yingru's lives, and our only spiritual comfort in the decades that followed."
"Then why didn't you come to find him as soon as you got back?" Wen Qinghe asked pointedly.
Even though he was forced to separate from his family before, why didn't he come to find Ayan as soon as he returned? Why did he only remember her when he saw her in Beijing?
She knew about the ginseng trade.
When Yan Xiao returned, he didn't tell her anything special, which shows that even though she recognized the man who claimed to be A Yan's father, she didn't decide to acknowledge him.
No wonder Wen Qinghe was angry; whoever's man it is, should cherish him.
Even if her in-laws didn't really want to abandon Ayan, it's a fact that Ayan has been living with her parents but no companionship for many years, and has even experienced hunger.
Wen Qinghe felt a pang of sadness, saddened by the days when Ayan relied on the kindness of others for food in those years.
Although he had glossed over his past experiences in a lighthearted manner, one could still imagine how difficult it must have been for an orphan to watch other families be happy and joyful while he struggled to survive.
Just thinking about it made her heart ache uncontrollably.
"Because his mother is sick. She's experiencing organ failure and has undergone numerous surgeries, both major and minor, over the past year. The doctors all say she might not even have six months left..."
"I haven't had time to..."
The man paused for a moment before explaining.
Even though he didn't finish his sentence, Wen Qinghe understood.
Her eyes were full of surprise.
The truth is...
But then she felt that this man was inexplicably cold-blooded.
If what he said is true, then because he didn't pay attention, Ah Yan might not even know that his mother is still alive.
It is such a cruel thing to want to care for your parents but they are no longer there.
They don't even give him the chance to serve her at her bedside.
Wen Qinghe's eyes reddened, a rare occurrence for her. Looking at the man who had suddenly come to her door, she felt a complex mix of emotions.
Ultimately, when it comes to the choice between the nation and the family, he prioritizes the nation over the family.
Undeniably, he is a hero.
But later, he chose his wife over his son, whom he had already abandoned once.
This is tantamount to giving up on Yan Xiao a second time.
Is this fair to Ayan? She couldn't answer for Ayan.
As for the organ failure the handsome uncle mentioned…
She had previously suffered from heart disease, but through a stroke of luck, she was cured by bathing in the spring water in the space.
If Ayan's mother suffers from organ failure, I wonder if the spring water in her space will be of any use.
However, since Yan Xiao's attitude is still uncertain, she will not take the initiative to help them.
Even though he and his mother-in-law, whom he never met, were both undisputed heroes.
"Sir, if what you say is true, then you and your aunt are heroes who sacrificed yourselves for the country, and I admire that. But until Ayan makes a statement, I cannot forgive you on her behalf. I'm sorry..."
Where is she?
A cold voice rang out.
Wen Qinghe and Yan Zhenyue turned around in surprise at the same time.
Yan Xiao didn't know when he returned or how long he had been listening.
At that moment, the man came in from outside carrying a cloth bag and placed the candied hawthorn in Wen Qinghe's hand.
He then stood beside the little girl, looking at Yan Zhenyue's indifferent expression, a mocking smile playing on his lips:
"Mr. Yan?"
Facing the enemy's usually sharp and resolute gaze, Yan Zhenyue was now somewhat afraid to look into the child's eyes.
Before their last meeting, he didn't know that Xiao Yan was Yan Xiao.
When he is away from home, his identity is sensitive, so he uses the surname Yan in public for safety reasons.
He smiled bitterly and said, "Child, we're sorry. Your mother's health isn't good, and for the past year or so, I've been working tirelessly to help her. Leaving you behind was truly not my intention..."
Yan Xiao pursed his lips; no one knew just how excited he was to hear that his parents were still alive.
It's impossible to say that I never harbored any resentment.
Compared to being an orphan, having living relatives is obviously something to be thankful for.
If the abandonment was forced, then this time he has let go of it.
Before meeting Wen Qinghe, he might have found it hard to understand why this man abandoned him twice after returning, and even if he hadn't met him by chance, he might never have had the chance to see his mother again in his entire life.
But after meeting Wen Qinghe, as her husband, he was able to understand.
But he couldn't bring himself to say the word "father" yet.
"Yes, I want to see her."
Yan Xiao spoke indifferently, as if he didn't care about his explanation.
However, the fact that his large fists were clenched at his sides betrayed his unease.
Suddenly, a warm, soft touch covered my hand.
Yan Xiao lowered his eyes to look at the worried little girl beside him. His heart warmed, and he silently wrapped his large hand around her soft hand.
Fortunately, after meeting the little girl, he stopped complaining.
I just felt incredibly lucky.
This was the best gift God could give him; everything else was merely icing on the cake.
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