The next morning, Song Zhe woke up from his sleep. He still felt the familiar soft touch in his arms, and the faint fragrance of her body lingered on his nose.
He lowered his head, looking at Chen Xiaoru's peaceful sleeping face, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart. It was like an illusory dream, so beautiful that he couldn't believe it. He couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke her soft hair. His fingertips touched her warm skin, and only then did he truly feel her presence.
In the past few years, in order to find the little woman who left him so cruelly, he traveled thousands of miles and suffered a lot. He tossed and turned every night, fearing that he would miss any news about her.
And last night was the most peaceful night he had slept in the past few years, because she was in his arms, within his reach.
"Knock, knock, knock."
A sudden knock on the door broke the quiet atmosphere.
"Prince, the governor of Jiangnan wants to see you for something important." The voice of guard Xiao Yi sounded outside the door with a hint of urgency.
Song Zhe frowned slightly, looked down at the person in his arms, and stood up quietly, trying not to make any noise.
"Let him wait, I'll be there in a moment." Song Zhe ordered in a low voice, with a hint of impatience in his tone.
Chen Xiaoru was still awakened by the sound of their conversation. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at Song Zhe drowsily with a hint of doubt in her eyes: "Husband, how did you become the prince?"
Song Zhe leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead, his voice so gentle that water could drip out of it: "Hey, this is a long story, I'll tell you in detail later, okay?"
"Okay, go ahead and do your work! I'll sleep a little longer." Chen Xiaoru said, and curled up in the quilt again, like a lazy kitten.
"Oh, right," Chen Xiaoru suddenly remembered something, poked her head out from under the quilt, and warned, "Send someone to pick up your son later. He must be worried sick."
"Okay, you take a good rest. I will pick you up myself when I'm done with my work." Song Zhe's eyes were full of doting, and he gently scratched Chen Xiaoru's nose.
"Well, go ahead!" Chen Xiaoru said, burying her head in the quilt and continuing her sweet dream. After all, Song Zhe had been tossing and turning yesterday, and if it weren't for the elixir, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on.
Song Zhe looked at her childish appearance, and a doting smile appeared on his lips. He dressed neatly and couldn't help but kiss Chen Xiaoru on the forehead before walking out quietly.
After finishing his official business, Song Zhe couldn't wait to rush to Chen Xiaoru's courtyard to pick up Song Siming and Chen Xiaoyu.
"Dong Dong Dong"
There was a knock on the door. Mrs. Zhang opened it and saw a strange man standing at the door. She asked in confusion, "Who are you...?"
"I'm looking for Chen Xiaoyu. I'm his brother-in-law." Song Zhe said in a gentle voice, with a soft look on his face.
"Oh, please come in, Xiaoyu is in the study. I'll take you there!" Mrs. Zhang suddenly realized and hurriedly led Song Zhe in.
When the two of them arrived at the door of the study, they heard Song Siming's childish voice with a hint of grievance: "Uncle, was that man yesterday really my father?"
Chen Xiaoyu put down the pen in his hand, walked to Song Siming, squatted down, gently touched his head, and patiently explained: "Yes, Siming, that is your biological father. You have asked many times."
"Then why doesn't he want me and my mother?" Song Siming's little face was full of confusion, and crystal tears sparkled in his eyes.
"Your father didn't abandon you," Chen Xiaoyu gently took Song Siming into her arms and comforted him softly, "When your mother was pregnant with you, your father didn't even know you existed."
"Now that he knows, why doesn't he come to us?" Song Siming sobbed, his little shoulders shrugged.
"He..." Chen Xiaoyu was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to explain.
After hearing this, Song Zhe couldn't help himself any longer and pushed open the door of the study.
"Siming," a deep and magnetic voice suddenly sounded, with a barely perceptible tremor, "Daddy is here to pick you up."
Song Siming raised his head and looked at the tall and handsome man in front of him. A hint of confusion and expectation flashed in his eyes. He asked tentatively: "Are you...are you really my father?"
"Yes, I am your father, the real father." Song Zhe said firmly, his eyes firm and gentle.
The confusion in Song Siming's eyes instantly dissipated, replaced by uncontrollable excitement and joy. He broke free from Chen Xiaoyu's embrace, ran quickly to Song Zhe with his short legs, hugged his legs tightly, raised his little face, and shouted excitedly: "Daddy! I have a daddy! I finally have a daddy!"
A warm feeling surged in Song Zhe's heart. He bent down, picked up Song Siming, and held him high above his head. A happy smile filled his face, and even tears of excitement flashed in the corners of his eyes.
"Yes, Siming has a father now, and father will never leave you again." Song Zhe's voice was a little choked, and he hugged Song Siming tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to merge him into his body.
"Daddy, can we go find mommy? I miss her." Song Siming rubbed against Song Zhe's arms and said in a baby voice.
"Okay, let's go find your mother." Song Zhe held Song Siming in his arms, turned to look at Chen Xiaoyu, and said, "Xiaoyu, come along too. Your sister must be waiting anxiously."
"Brother-in-law, I..." Chen Xiaoyu hesitated. He didn't know how to face Song Zhe.
"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" Seeing that Chen Xiaoyu was hesitant to speak, Song Zhe asked with concern.
"No, it's okay. I'll pack up and come back." Chen Xiaoyu said quickly.
"Well, we'll wait for you outside." After Song Zhe said that, he turned around and strode out of the study with the little guy in his arms.
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