Chapter 235 Is this a call to acknowledge one's ancestors and return to one's roots?
Xiao Anning: "Xiao Nian'an, may I see your room?"
Xiao Nian'an nodded, "Okay."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yun smiled and said, "Let me take you upstairs."
Xiao Nian'an and Xiao Anning held hands and went upstairs together, accompanied by Zhang Yun.
Shen Qingshu picked up the clothes she had brought and prepared to follow, but Song Lanyin called out to her from behind.
"Miss Shen, let's have a talk."
Shen Qingshu paused, turning to look at Song Lanyin.
“Miss Shen, Xiao Nian’an is a very sensible and intelligent child. I hope you will not delay her growth because of your own possessiveness.”
Shen Qingshu curled her lips, her beautiful eyes cold, "Right now, it seems like Miss Song is the one who's more possessive, isn't she?"
Song Lanyin frowned.
“I’ve made everything clear to Fu Siyan. If Miss Song thinks my behavior is inappropriate, you can talk to Fu Siyan about it. From now on, Miss Song doesn’t need to pretend to get along with me. I’m not interested in your man, and don’t try to take my son away.”
After finishing her sentence, Shen Qingshu ignored Song Lanyin and turned to go upstairs.
On the second floor, the sounds of children playing and laughing could be heard coming from the children's room next to the master bedroom.
Fu Siyan stood at the doorway, looking tenderly at his two children.
Xiao Anning bounced around on Xiao Nian'an's children's bed, asking, "Do you sleep alone at night?"
Xiao Nian'an sat on the bed, her innocent little face serious. "Yes."
"Then who will read you bedtime stories?"
"dad."
Xiao Anning stopped abruptly.
She crouched down and crawled in front of Xiao Nian'an. "With someone as cold as him, are the stories he reads pleasant to listen to? They're so stiff, how can you fall asleep listening to them?"
Xiao Nian'an blinked, her expression very serious, "Daddy's voice is nice."
"Huh?" Xiao Anning frowned, trying to imagine, but she really couldn't picture her father reading the story.
Her little face was dejected, and her little mouth pouted, "I was born without a father."
Xiao Nian'an stared at her, seemingly sensing her sadness, and comforted her, "I wasn't born with a mother either."
Xiao Anning compared them and sighed, "Okay, you're a little more pitiful. Adults say that children without mothers don't get to be pinched or suckled! That's why you're smaller than me!"
“There’s something to squeeze out!” Xiao Nian’an retorted.
“The one you’re eating is beef brisket!” Xiao Anning argued. “But the one I’m eating is Mommy’s brisket! So, all things considered, you’re the more pitiful one!”
Xiao Nian'an: "..."
Shen Qingshu paused, feeling somewhat helpless upon hearing her daughter's words.
Who told you all this, little girl?
Fu Siyan caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye and turned to look at her.
Shen Qingshu said calmly, "I want to take Nian'an there first today, and I'll bring her back on Sunday night."
Their eyes met.
Fu Siyan glanced at the shopping bag in her hand. "Bought for your son?"
“Hmm.” Shen Qingshu thought of the toys and added, “I will keep the toys. If you have them thrown away, I will buy more.”
Fu Siyan pursed his lips, as if sighing softly, "If you keep him here, he basically won't have time to play."
Such a topic doesn't seem to offer any meaningful discussion.
Their values and beliefs never seemed to align.
You can't force something before a divorce, and you certainly shouldn't force it after a divorce.
“Fu Siyan, I just want to tell Xiao Nian’an in my own way,” Shen Qingshu said calmly, “no matter where he is, his mother will always love him.”
Fu Siyan was taken aback, his dark eyes fixed on her.
The two looked at each other, a calmness they had never shown before.
Shen Qingshu didn't know why, but it was as if she had been through a storm, had an illness, and had a dream. After waking up, everything suddenly felt relieved.
If divorce was the relief she had long awaited.
So now, standing here in this house she had carefully decorated and managed, looking at the man with whom she had maintained a nine-year marriage, she was finally able to talk to him calmly.
The room was filled with the joyful sounds of a son and daughter playing.
Those feelings of resentment, complaints, and lingering discontent.
None of it matters anymore.
Because she had already figured out what she should do next.
She is no longer anxious or stubborn, not because of the changes in others, but because she knows that she has changed.
…
Shen Qingshu left Nanxi Mansion with her two children.
Fu Siyan stood in front of the French windows in his study, watching Shen Qingshu's car drive away.
Song Lanyin walked in, sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, looked up and sighed, "How much longer do I have to play this unlucky, hateful, and vicious female supporting character?"
Fu Siyan turned around and looked at Song Lanyin, who was sitting on the sofa in a thuggish posture, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.
"Jin Que contacted the Fu family and their group."
Song Lanyin paused, "Is he trying to acknowledge his ancestors and return to his clan?"
"Um."
"Fine, taking your wife and kids wasn't enough, now we're going to take your assets too!"
Fu Siyan's dark eyes were cold and deep. "The news about that piece of land in the northern suburbs can be released now."
Song Lanyin raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair as she looked at Fu Siyan. "Are you planning to speed up the closing of the net?"
“Someone is even more impatient than us; we can’t delay any longer.”
…
Over the weekend, Shen Qingshu devoted herself to spending time with her two children.
Xiao Nian'an feels relaxed and at ease when she's with Xiao An'ning, and she doesn't nag about having to do her homework.
Zhang Yun did receive several phone calls from Song Lanyin, each time taking them outside and returning with a troubled expression.
Shen Qingshu knew that it must be Song Lanyin calling to urge Zhang Yun to do Xiao Nian'an's homework.
I've looked at those homework assignments, and many of the knowledge points are beyond the syllabus, and there are quite a lot of exercises.
The four-year-old child's fingers were still tender, and Song Lanyin watched Nian'an do so much homework every day, which made Shen Qingshu very dissatisfied with her approach.
But she also knew that she couldn't bring her son to her side in the short term, so she wouldn't say anything about Song Lanyin in front of Xiao Nian'an.
Nian'an is still young and doesn't understand the conflicts between adults. Shen Qingshu also couldn't bear to let him develop a fear of Song Lanyin.
After dinner on Sunday, Shen Qingshu personally escorted Xiao Nian'an back to Nanxi Mansion.
She only escorted him to the front gate, letting Zhang Yun take Xiao Nian'an inside by himself.
Watching them enter the house, Shen Qingshu turned the car around.
As the night fell, the car's taillights gradually disappeared into the distance.
Fu Siyan withdrew his gaze, turned to the side, and his eyes fell on the ink painting beside him.
The person in the painting has a cold and aloof profile, but his eyes and brows are indifferent and cold, devoid of any emotion.
Just like Shen Qingshu's evaluation of him as a person.
"Cough cough—"
Fu Siyan took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth...
"dad."
The study door was pushed open, and Xiao Nian'an ran in carrying storybooks.
"Mom bought me a new storybook, Dad, can you read it to me?"
Fu Siyan rolled the blood-stained handkerchief into his palm, bent down and picked up his son.
He glanced down at the storybook in Xiao Nian'an's arms, his deep voice still a little hoarse from coughing, "Are you happy at Mom's house?"
"I'm so happy!" Xiao Nian'an laughed. "I slept with my mom last night, and she sang lullabies to my sister and me!"
Fu Siyan, with gentle eyes, carried her son out of the study and headed towards the children's room.
As he walked down the corridor, he threw his handkerchief into the trash can.
Did your mother ask you anything?
Xiao Nian'an shook her head, "Mom asked me if I was happy here, and I answered according to what Dad taught me."
"Nian'an is great." Fu Siyan put his son on the bed. "Lie down."
Xiao Nian'an lay down, small and upright, her big, dark eyes staring at Fu Siyan.
Looking into his eyes, Fu Siyan felt they resembled Shen Qingshu more and more.
Actually, if you look closely, you'll find that Xiao Nian'an's eyebrows and eyes are more like Shen Qingshu's, but his face shape, nose bridge, and lip shape are more like Fu Siyan's.
Looking at his son, Fu Siyan felt that as his son grew older, he would become more and more like him.
However, he was most likely no longer around by then.
"Nian'an, has Mom asked Dad?"
Xiao Nian'an is an honest and good child. She shook her head and said, "No."
The answer was as expected.
Fu Siyan smiled helplessly.
Even though I know it's impossible, I can't explain why I had to ask that question.
Perhaps, there's still some lingering resentment.
The man opened the storybook, and his deep voice slowly rose—
"Today, our story's protagonist is a panda named Danlin. She emerges from her den and walks into the autumn morning. A breeze blows, and the slender leaves of the oak tree sway in the wind..."
Xiao Nian'an closed his eyes, his father's gentle, deep voice echoing in his ears. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep and saw the panda named Danlin...
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