Chapter 332 Blood Ties, I Don’t Know Whether to Forgive
Raindrops outside the glass curtain wall were sliding down the Chuxin Company's logo. Chen Hanxing pinched the custody lawsuit materials with his fingertips, and his knuckles turned blue and white due to the force.
The girl at the front desk suddenly rushed over and said that a child insisted on looking for her. "The child's clothes were wrinkled and he was holding half a piece of melted fruit candy in his hand..."
Before he could finish his words, he heard shuffling footsteps at the end of the corridor.
Five-year-old Fu Yicheng was clinging to the edge of the wall as he scrambled inside. His hair was wet with rain and stuck to his forehead. There were spots of mud on his light blue coat, and there was a hole on his left knee.
That was the birthday jacket she bought for him last year. He looked disgusted at the time, but it was really strange that he could wear it now.
Even Shen Hanxing has a knot in his heart about this child.
But seeing him like this.
I always feel a little uncomfortable.
Seeing her come out, the child suddenly stopped, twisting the corner of his clothes with his fingertips, and tears were still on his eyelashes.
He looked up at her, his pupils reflecting her cold expression. Suddenly, he pursed his lips, squatted down, and took out a crumpled tissue from his trouser pocket. "This... is for you."
When the tissue paper was unfolded, there was a crooked drawing of two little people holding hands on it. The little person on the left had a ponytail, and the little person on the right had a crooked crown on his head.
Shen Hanxing’s heart ached slightly.
That’s how he used to draw it when he always said, “Mommy is a princess and I’m the little knight protecting Mommy.”
There was a line of pinyin written on the corner of the paper, blurred by water: "duibuqi (sorry)".
When Chen Hanxing's fingertips touched the wrinkles on the paper, he suddenly remembered the rainy night three years ago.
At that time, she couldn't contact Fu Jingheng, she couldn't drive, and there were no taxis in the villa area, so she could only carry Fu Yicheng, who had a fever, to the hospital.
The little guy lay on her shoulder, holding her hair with his warm little hands and said, "Don't be afraid, Mom. When I grow up, I will protect you."
But what happened later?
In order to get to the top, Xie Ruxin used many means.
Even if he doesn't understand all the twists and turns, he should be able to tell who treats him sincerely.
What a pity...
"Mother."
He choked and took half a step forward, his little hands clinging to the corner of her clothes.
"Mom, do you still blame me?"
"I know I was wrong, really. I shouldn't have been so mean to you before, or helped Aunt Xinxin, or let you go to detention."
The child's voice became smaller and smaller, and he sounded more and more aggrieved.
"Mom, please don't chase me away, okay?"
"I will correct it later."
Chen Hanxing suddenly heard the sound of her own heartbeat, pounding against her eardrums. She looked at the child's trembling shoulders and remembered the one-year-old celebration, when he wanted nothing but the crayon she handed him.
She remembered the first time he called "Mom," he snuggled into her arms with a baby voice, his little tongue still unable to articulate the words.
But ever since Xie Ruxin came home, the child seemed to have been switched. He would secretly sprinkle salt in the soup she cooked and cut her silk scarves into pieces. It was not until after that detention that she realized that all the "pranks" were just because he didn't care about her as a mother.
Since you don't care, why not let it go?
This is her child, and she still hopes the child is well.
So since this is the future chosen by the child, she will support it.
But now...
Looking at Fu Yicheng's embarrassed appearance.
She felt mixed emotions.
"Do you... know what custody is?" She squatted down, her voice hoarse, her fingertips hovering above the child's head, but she didn't dare to let go.
Fu Yicheng immediately raised his head, tears falling from his eyelashes into her palm. "I know! It means I can live with my mother forever, just like before. You tell me stories, and I'll save the middle of the watermelon for you."
He suddenly pulled out a piece of candy from his pocket. The candy wrapper had become sticky from being squeezed. "This is what grandma gave me yesterday. It's strawberry flavored. It used to be your favorite."
"Mom, are you still angry with me?" Fu Yicheng's lips began to tremble when he saw that she didn't accept the candy. He suddenly stuffed the candy into her hand and covered his face with his hands. "Hit me, as long as you are willing to forgive me..."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Shen Hanxing suddenly grabbed his wrist, and when he touched the child's bony wrist bone, his heart suddenly tightened.
She saw the child's eyelashes trembling gently between her fingers, like a little animal curled up after being injured. She suddenly remembered the first day she became a mother. The doctor put the wrinkled little body in her arms. He was so small, but he held her fingers tightly.
The memories of being hurt still stung, but the warmth in my palms at this moment was more real than any resentment.
This was the child she had carried for ten months, the little life that had once babbled in her arms, and now was desperately reaching out to her in a broken and cracked way.
"I..." Chen Hanxing's throat tightened, and she suddenly remembered the custody dispute plan in the drawer. The lawyer said that "the child's wishes are very important", but looking at the fear and expectation in the child's eyes at this moment, she suddenly realized that she had never really let go.
The pain of betrayal is certainly there, but when the child comes back with scars all over his body and begs for forgiveness in the most clumsy way, the maternal instinct in my heart still cannot be suppressed.
Just like the melting snow in spring, no matter how thick the ice is, it cannot resist the power of young buds breaking through the soil.
She suddenly stood up, took off her coat and wrapped the child's shivering body: "Come with me to the lounge first, don't catch a cold."
Fu Yicheng curled up obediently in her arms, rubbing his little head against her chest, and clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, refusing to let go, as if he were a baby again.
Shen Hanxing touched the fine hair on the back of his neck and suddenly found that he had lost a lot of weight, and his previously round cheeks were now sunken.
"Mom, smell it, I still smell like the baby perfume you sprayed on me before."
Fu Yicheng suddenly raised his head and put his little nose close to her wrist. "I use it every day. Grandma says it's a waste, but I secretly hide it under my pillow..."
He suddenly stopped, his eyes a little uneasy, "Do you think I'm a bad person? I treated you like that before..."
"Stop talking." Shen Hanxing interrupted him, pressing her fingertips lightly on his lips.
She saw tears welling up under the child's eyelashes again, and suddenly remembered the night in the detention center when she swore to the cold wall that she would never trust this child again.
But at this moment, his soft breath brushed across her fingertips, and the hatred was like paper softened by rain, peeling off layer by layer, revealing the concern hidden underneath that had never disappeared.
The rain outside the window was getting heavier, and the floor lamp in the lounge cast a soft light on the child's face.
Fu Yicheng gradually fell silent and dozed off on her shoulder, his little hands still tightly clasping her fingers.
Shen Hanxing looked down at the tear marks on his face, and suddenly remembered what the lawyer said: "The most important thing in a custody lawsuit is to prove that you can give the child a better life."
His fingertips gently brushed the scars on the child's forearm, and Shen Hanxing suddenly took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his assistant.
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