After Zizai was provoked, he basically recounted the entire incident. His thoughts were clear, and he showed no signs of forgetting anything.
In other words, the reason he hadn't mentioned it before wasn't because he had truly forgotten it; it was simply because he had subconsciously buried it deep within himself.
If Dr. Zhao hadn't gently guided him this time, digging out these deeply buried memories, they would have remained hidden in his heart for so long, eventually festering. His emotional trauma would have remained unhealed, with unimaginable consequences.
Finally, Dr. Zhao placed the photo that Yan Ting had given him beforehand in front of Zizai. Zizai's facial expression, which had calmed down a bit, immediately turned terrified, and he started trembling again.
She burst into tears again, and then, trembling, pointed at the photo and cried out loudly in a sobbing voice.
"It's him! It's him! It's definitely him!"
Yan Shao looked at his son, who was crying uncontrollably on the screen, and felt as if his heart was being torn apart.
At this moment, he even hated himself a little. Why didn't he kill this person with his own hands back then?!
This gives him the opportunity to hurt his family again and again!
"We've roughly figured out what happened from Zizai's account. The rest of the work is up to you!"
After giving instructions to the L City Police Chief, Yan Ting left with Yan Shao.
Next, the director and his trusted aides will ask Dr. Zhao some targeted questions and interrogate him. This matter is really none of Yan Shao's business.
Yan Ting had to go back to work, while Yan Shao went straight back to Old Yan's house.
"Grandpa and Grandma, where are Ying'er and Zizai?" Yan Shao knew that Zizai was probably still asleep, but he pretended not to know anything and asked Grandpa Yan and Grandma Yan, who were sitting under the eaves drinking tea.
As soon as Grandma Yan saw him, she quickly grabbed his hand and said anxiously, "Xiao Han, why is Zizai crying so hard? His eyes are swollen like peaches, it breaks our hearts!"
Grandpa Yan wasn't as well-mannered as Grandma Yan. He glared at his grandson and said, "You must have bullied him, you brat, right?"
Yan Shao neither confirmed nor denied this, "Grandma, where is Zizai now?"
"Ying'er stayed with him in the bedroom the whole time. She hasn't come out since they came back, and she hasn't said much. It seems like she's really worried about him!"
Yan Shao responded to the old man's rambling with a reassuring smile, then strode back to his bedroom.
His bedroom wasn't big, so as soon as you entered, you could see Zhu Qianying lying on the bed, half-turned and holding Zizai.
Hearing the noise, the mother and child on the bed remained motionless!
Yan Shao thought Zhu Qianying was asleep, but when he got closer, he found that Zhu Qianying was not asleep. She was just staring at the sleeping baby in her arms, her gaze so focused that it was heartbreaking!
It was as if they were afraid that the little guy in front of them would disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Yan Shao slowly lay down next to Zizai, facing Zhu Qianying, and stretched out his long arm to embrace his son and wife.
He lowered his head and first kissed the top of his beloved son's head, then leaned over and kissed Zhu Qianying's forehead.
“Baby, it’s all in the past…” His voice, like a magical sound with a calming effect, made Zhu Qianying, who was in a meditative state, slowly raise her eyes.
After Zhu Qianying returned, she remained in this position, lying quietly with her son in her arms.
She seemed to be trapped in a vortex of meditation, where all people and things in the outside world ceased to exist. Her eyes and heart were filled with nothing but Zizai, and there was no room for anything else.
Until she heard Yan Shao's voice, it was like a refreshing breeze that pierced through the steel wall of her meditation, allowing her to feel a cool breath of life again just when she was about to suffocate.
Zhu Qianying stared at Yan Shao for a few seconds, then lowered her eyes again, looking at the still soundly sleeping Zizai in her arms, and murmured, "His eyes are all swollen from crying..."
Yan Shao placed his warm hand on her face, "Yes, it's good to cry. Holding it in will only hurt him."
Although watching his son cry on the screen was very painful for him, he knew very well that this kind of wailing was actually the best way to release emotions; once he cried it out, he would feel better.
Zhu Qianying nodded, her lips gently landing on the little guy's pretty forehead.
After the kiss, she broke free from Yan Shao's embrace and sat up on the bed.
Yan Shao knew that she probably wanted to know about the conversation between Dr. Zhao and Zizai.
On the way back, Yan Shao had already figured out how to tell her.
The two of them quietly got out of bed and tried to walk as far away from the bed as possible, closer to the window.
Yan Shao relayed the detailed account of Zizai's story to Zhu Qianying, but he did not mention his son's two bouts of crying, because he was afraid she would not be able to bear it.
After listening, Zhu Qianying gently leaned closer and buried her head in his chest, but did not say anything.
Yan Shao put his arms around her waist, rested his chin on her head, and didn't say a word.
They remained silent, but they could feel each other's body temperature and heartbeat through their tightly embraced bodies.
After an unknown amount of time, Yan Shao felt the person in his arms trembling slightly, first in the shoulders, and then in the whole body.
Soon, he could clearly feel patches of dampness and coolness on his chest.
Unlike Zizai's loud wailing, she seemed to cry silently, but there were many tears, because he could feel the wet, cool sensation spreading rapidly from his chest to his abdomen.
He moved his hand to her back and gently stroked it, but remained silent.
Because he knew that she, too, needed to have a good cry.
Zizai had been holding back his crying for over ten days.
Zhu Qianying's crying may have been something she had been holding back for five years, or even longer!
Zhu Qianying buried her head in Yan Shao's arms and cried her heart out.
From the various grievances she suffered in her youth, to the helplessness she felt when she got married, to the pain of leaving, to the bittersweet experiences she had in the United States over the years, to the tug-of-war with Young Master Yan after returning home, and then to her near-collapse when Zizai got into trouble...
All of these things played out in her mind like a movie.
Then, all the grievances, helplessness, pain, bitterness, torment, and breakdowns he had endured over the years flowed out, drop by drop, along with the tears that streamed down Young Master Yan's chest.
She clutched at his clothes with both hands, crying unrestrainedly and without any regard for propriety.
Because she knew that the person holding her would accept everything about her, and that he would make up for all the suffering she had endured, little by little, in the days to come.
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