Chapter 333: Fight for Custody
"Help me check Fu Yicheng's life records for the past three months, especially the guardianship of Cao Guizhi and Duan Jianghe. I need details, including school records and medical records."
After sending the message, she looked down at the child's small body curled up in her arms, and suddenly found that her palms were already soaked with sweat.
She didn't expect that she would be nervous when getting along with Fu Yicheng again.
Perhaps forgiveness is never something that can be achieved overnight, just like the knot in her heart, it takes time to slowly untie it.
But at this moment, when the child broke into her world with scars all over his body and called out "Mom" in a trembling voice, she suddenly realized that some things are more powerful than resentment.
It is the bond of blood, and the instinctive responsibility for the identity of "mother" that remains in the softest part of the heart even after being hurt.
The rain was still hitting the glass, but the lounge was unusually quiet. Shen Hanxing looked at the child's slightly wrinkled brows as he fell asleep, and suddenly kissed his forehead gently.
She knew that this custody battle was no longer just a legal battle, but a process of two wounded souls searching for each other in the midst of storms.
The child is looking for a warm home, while she is looking for herself who has been hurt but is still willing to believe in love.
The child in her arms suddenly moved, murmured "Mom", and rubbed his little hands unconsciously against her arms.
Shen Hanxing suddenly smiled, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with her fingertips, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, Mom is here."
This sentence is said to both the children and myself.
Those past injuries may eventually scab over time.
She wanted to try again.
Fu Yicheng's fingers were still gripping the melted strawberry candy, and the candy wrapper made a crackling sound in his palm, just like the sound he made when he was lying on her lap and tearing the candy wrapper three years ago.
Chen Hanxing looked at the faint red mark on his wrist and suddenly remembered the first time she taught him to color with crayons. He always painted strawberries a crooked pink and said in a baby voice, "Mommy wants to be as sweet as a strawberry."
The child woke up at some point, looked up, and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his coat pocket. "This is what I drew yesterday, on my grandma's balcony, but I didn't have any paint, so I used pencils..."
On the drawing paper, crooked lines outline the contours of the balcony, and there are several round flower pots on the windowsill.
She recognized it at a glance. It was the succulent plant she used to grow at home. The edges of the leaves were covered with densely packed small dots, like a handful of stars.
Next to the flowerpot, a small figure squatted, holding a bottle in his hand. The word "watering" was written crookedly on the bottle, and next to it was a line of pinyin: "Mom taught me to take care of succulents, and I haven't forgotten it.
"Are they dead now?"
Fu Yicheng's voice was timid. "Grandma said that flowers and plants were troublesome, so she threw them all away... But I remember you said that every leaf needed to drink enough water, just like a child needs to drink milk."
He suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed it on the "flesh" on the drawing paper. "Look, I drew a lot of little water droplets on them so they won't be thirsty."
When her palm touched the raised pencil marks on the paper, Shen Hanxing suddenly remembered the first time her child scribbled on her notebook when he was two years old. He drew a crooked circle and said it was "Mom's face."
However, this was called "scribbling" by Fu Jingheng, so she carefully protected the painting and put it into the photo album.
Later, the photo album disappeared during the divorce. Unexpectedly, three years later, the child still hid the "little water drop" she taught him in the painting.
"The fleshy leaves on this tree are painted round, very similar to the 'Bear Paw' tree we used to have at home." Shen Hanxing looked at the painting and commented.
Fu Yicheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he leaned forward: "Mom, remember! You once said its leaves looked like bear paws. I even touched it secretly, but I got pricked by the thorns. Can you blow on my hand..."
He suddenly stopped, realizing that he had mentioned the past, and his little hands twisted the candy wrapper nervously.
Shen Hanxing also fell silent.
Even though she was conflicted, she still cared about the child.
But how could I forget the hurt I suffered so quickly?
"Mom, do you still want me?"
Fu Yicheng suddenly raised his head, tears still stained his face. "I know I've done a lot of wrong things, but I will change. I will write 'I'm sorry' to you every day, just like the kindergarten teacher taught me. If I write a hundred pages, will you forgive me?"
He suddenly took out a smaller piece of paper from his trouser pocket, with "duibuqi" written on it crookedly, more than a dozen times. The last "qi" had a small tail blurred by tears.
Shen Hanxing couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly took the child into his arms.
Fu Yicheng froze at first, then clutched her clothes tightly, buried his little head in her neck, and his hot tears seeped into her collar.
"Mom hugged me, Mom didn't push me away..."
He muttered to himself, as if confirming some incredible fact, his little hand still tightly grasping the piece of paper with the word "I'm sorry" drawn on it, the edge of which poked her palm, but it was not as real as the dull pain in her heart.
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The rain outside the window had stopped at some point, and a ray of sunlight passed through the clouds and fell on the "strawberry candy" on the drawing paper.
Fu Yicheng suddenly remembered the candy in his hand and hurriedly peeled off the sticky candy wrapper, revealing half a pink candy: "Mom, eat it, it's sweet."
He stood on tiptoe and brought the candy to her lips, his fingertips still feeling the coolness of rain. "You used to save up the candy wrappers and fold them into small boats for me. Now... now I can fold them too."
Chen Hanxing opened his mouth and held the candy. The sweetness of the strawberry mixed with the moisture from the child's fingertips spread on the tip of his tongue, and he was in a trance and returned to the past.
At that time, she always said, "Eating too much candy will cause tooth decay," but she couldn't help but secretly slip one into his mouth when he was acting coquettish. She watched his eyes bend into crescents and he held up the candy wrapper and shouted, "Mommy, fold a little boat."
At this moment, the candy wrapper made a crisp sound in the child's palm. He was trying hard to fold the wrinkled paper into a boat, and his fingertips repeatedly rubbed the folds, as if smoothing out a long-standing regret.
"Look, Mom, the boat can float in the water, just like I am following you home."
Fu Yicheng placed the folded boat in her palm. On the "hull" of the boat, there was still a crooked smiling face he had drawn. "From now on, I will fold one for you every day. You put them next to your desk, just like I am with you every day."
The boat in the palm of his hand swayed gently, and Shen Hanxing suddenly realized that those hurt memories were ultimately no match for the starlight in the child's eyes at this moment.
What he folded out of candy wrappers was more than just a boat. It was also a bridge for a child to overcome misunderstandings and hurts and desperately get closer to his mother.
"Okay, I'll take it."
Shen Hanxing took a deep breath.
At the beginning, she wanted to be with Fu Jingheng.
Cut off ties with the Shen family.
Although what he did later was unintentional, it really hurt the Shen family.
But her parents still gave her a chance to make amends.
Therefore, she wants to fight for the custody!
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