Chapter 32 Siyu needs you, stay here tonight!
I hate you!
Fu Siyu threw the other bedtime books on the ground and stomped on them, shouting, "You big liar! You don't want me anymore, and I don't want you either! I don't want any of these!"
"Fu Siyu!"
Fu Siyan grabbed Fu Siyu's arm, his handsome face darkening. "If you say another word, I'll beat you up!"
Fu Siyu struggled desperately, but her strength was no match for her father's.
Blinded by anger, he could no longer see the rage in his father's eyes; all he wanted now was to vent, to release all the pent-up resentment within him—
"I just hate her!" Fu Siyu raised her chin, her tear-filled eyes glaring defiantly at Fu Siyan. "You said it yourself, you said she's not my real mother! If she's not my mother, why should I like her?! I just hate her! I hate that she lied to me!!"
Fu Siyan was stunned.
The child's words, "You said it yourself, you said she's not my real mother!" were like a wake-up call!
He released Fu Siyu and turned to look at Shen Qingshu.
Shen Qingshu stood there, stunned.
She was looking at Fu Siyu, her small face devoid of color.
Those clear and bright eyes now seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze, the light obscured by the haze, leaving only a few broken fragments.
Fu Siyan, who was usually good at controlling everything, felt a strange unease welling up inside him...
Why is Mommy crying?
Memories surged from the depths of time. Looking at Fu Siyu's angry and resentful expression, Shen Qingshu's mind conjured up an image of Fu Siyu as a toddler at the age of two.
I remember how he clumsily but tenderly wiped away her tears—
That day, she visited her mother in prison and saw the injuries on her mother's face. She realized that her mother had been bullied in prison, which deeply affected her, but she was powerless to help.
She cried the whole way home.
She was sitting on the sofa with Fu Siyu reading, but she couldn't help but space out because she was preoccupied with her own thoughts.
Little Fu Siyu noticed and climbed onto her lap, using both hands and feet. He wrapped his chubby arms around her neck, pressing his soft little face against hers. "Mommy, don't be sad, Siyu will stay with Mommy~"
Shen Qingshu came to her senses, and the little guy's actions made her nose tingle again, and tears fell uncontrollably.
Little Siyu used his soft, chubby little hands to wipe away her tears, his little mouth constantly comforting her: "Mommy, don't cry, Mommy, don't cry... Siyu's here, Siyu's with Mommy~"
The little dumpling has just learned to speak, and his vocabulary is still very limited. He can only use the words his mother usually uses to coax him. The more anxious he gets, the more unclear his speech becomes, which is adorably clumsy.
Shen Qingshu broke down badly that day, holding little Siyu and sobbing uncontrollably.
The revenge taken against her by the Shen family after her mother went to prison did not end there. The Shen family ruined her reputation at the university and secretly plotted against her in various malicious ways, but she could deal with all of these. No matter how bitter or difficult it was, she could withstand it. The only thing that broke her was that her mother was bullied and beaten in prison.
At that time, she was powerless to help her mother. Helpless and powerless, she could only watch helplessly as her mother suffered in prison...
When Shen Qingshu clutched her chest and said it hurt, little Siyu also cried anxiously, blowing air into her as she cried.
"Mommy hurts, and Siyu hurts too..."
That must have been the worst and most out-of-control day for Shen Qingshu in the past five years, but because Fu Siyu was there, her most vulnerable emotions were healed by the child's tender feelings.
That night, she fell asleep holding little Siyu.
When she woke up the next day, she received a call from the prison saying that someone had reported her, and the relevant authorities took it very seriously. Those who had bullied her mother had been punished as they deserved.
Shen Qingshu then realized that Fu Siyu had complained to Fu Siyan.
Fu Siyan later told her, "Siyu feels sorry for you. He asked me to beat up all the bad guys who were bullying your mother."
Shen Qingshu was both shocked and moved when she heard this.
Everyone says that Fu Siyu depends on her, but who knows that Fu Siyu is also a warm and healing presence for her?
But now, looking at Fu Siyu, Shen Qingshu felt lost...
Is this still the child she raised herself?
Shen Qingshu took a step back.
As she retreated, Fu Siyan seemed to sense her decision. His face darkened, and he reminded Fu Siyu, "Apologize to your mother immediately."
"I don't want to!" Fu Siyu cried uncontrollably. "She's not my mother! She's a big liar, I hate her!"
Shen Qingshu listened to Fu Siyu's sharp words, feeling completely numb.
That's fine too. She really isn't Fu Siyu's mother. Things are good as they are now...
She completely withdrew from the lives of the father and son, putting everything back on track!
Shen Qingshu withdrew her gaze, turned around, and walked straight out the door.
“Chen Qingshu…”
"Cough cough! Cough cough—"
Fu Siyan's expression changed, "Siyu?"
Fu Siyu gasped for breath, clutched his chest, and collapsed to the ground!
"Siyu!" Fu Siyan picked up Fu Siyu and turned to Shen Qingshu, calling out, "Siyu's asthma has flared up!"
Shen Qingshu paused in her action of opening the door.
"Mom...cough cough! Mom..."
Fu Siyu was held in Fu Siyan's arms, his pale face flushed and his breathing rapid. Instinctively, he reached out a hand to Shen Qingshu for help: "Mommy, I feel unwell... cough cough..."
Shen Qingshu tightened her grip on the doorknob.
She closed her eyes tightly, telling herself not to be soft-hearted. Fu Siyan was there; he wouldn't let anything happen to Fu Siyu...
"Where is Fu Siyu's medicine?!"
Shen Qingshu was startled and turned around.
Fu Siyan was holding Fu Siyu, who was having difficulty breathing, and looking at her.
Fu Siyu's pale face had long lost its previous anger and resentment, leaving only vulnerability and grievance.
Chen Qingshu gripped the doorknob tightly, released it, and rushed to the children's room on the second floor.
Fu Siyan followed, carrying Fu Siyu.
Upon arriving at the children's room, Shen Qingshu opened the first drawer by the bed and took out the medicine...
After taking the medicine, Fu Siyu calmed down and quickly fell asleep in Shen Qingshu's arms.
Shen Qingshu put him on the bed and covered him with a blanket.
She didn't say a word or even glance at Fu Siyan throughout the entire process.
Fu Siyan stood to the side, watching her take such good care of Fu Siyu, his deep eyes filled with tenderness.
Shen Qingshu touched Fu Siyu's pale face one last time, then got up and walked out.
“Calm and soothing”.
Fu Siyan called her.
Shen Qingshu ignored him and walked straight downstairs without turning her head.
Fu Siyan frowned and took a step to catch up.
At the top of the stairs, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. "It's snowing heavily outside, and we can't get a ride in this weather. Why don't you stay here tonight?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Qingshu glanced out the window.
It was a sunny day in the morning, but before I knew it, the sky had turned gray, snow was falling heavily, and the cold wind was howling. It was indeed a terrible day.
She reached out and brushed Fu Siyan's hand away. "Don't worry, I can come and go as I please."
After saying that, Shen Qingshu turned and walked downstairs.
"Siyu will definitely want to see you when he wakes up."
Upon hearing this, Chen Qingshu paused.
She turned her head and looked at Fu Siyan standing at the top of the stairs.
At this moment, he stood high above her, looking down at her, still as aloof as ever.
Shen Qingshu smiled faintly, "You two really are father and son."
Without further hesitation, she left.
The door opened and closed again. Fu Siyan stood there, watching her walk alone into the snow-covered landscape through the floor-to-ceiling window on the first floor.
He didn't move. The large hand that had just grasped the woman's wrist hung limply at his side, and the empty feeling in his palm made him belatedly frown...
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When Qiao Xingjia arrived, Shen Qingshu was walking along the main road.
The wind and snow were so heavy, and she was dressed in thin clothes, her head and body covered in snow.
Qiao Xingjia stopped the car, opened the driver's side door, and rushed over, cursing as she brushed the snow off Chen Qingshu, yelling, "Are you an idiot?! In this heavy snow, couldn't you have waited for me inside?!"
Shen Qingshu's voice was almost inaudible in the wind and snow: "I don't want to stay in that place for another second."
"We've been here for over five years, is it going to kill us to stay a little longer?!"
Shen Qingshu's eyelashes, frozen by the snow, trembled slightly, and she chuckled softly, "You won't die, but it's disgusting..."
Qiao Xingjia paused, noticing that something was wrong with her mood. She held back the words she wanted to say and sighed as she led the person into the car.
The car door closed, and she took a blanket from the back seat to wrap her light, shivering body.
"Why are you being so stubborn! Fu Siyan is despicable and deserves to die! How could you resort to self-harm?! And you're pregnant, you really are..."
"Star."
Qiao Xingjia stopped, looking at her face, which was completely pale from the cold. She was so disappointed in her that her tone was harsh, "What is it now?!"
"Please help me schedule my surgery."
Qiao Xingjia was taken aback, pursed her lips, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end she could only manage to utter one word: "Okay."
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