At this time, there was a noise from the inner room, and a little boy about four years old came out, rubbing his eyes. He was wearing a patched cotton coat, and his face was red from the cold.
When Su Xin saw the child, her eyes were immediately filled with tenderness and love. She waved for the child to come over and held him in her arms.
Lin Nian saw the tears on her mother's face, stretched out her little hand, gently wiped away the tears on her face, and said sensibly: "Mom, don't cry, my dear."
"Mom didn't cry, there's just sand in her eyes." Su Xin said while holding back her tears.
Lin Nian looked at Zheng Wanqing and Ji Chen curiously, and asked in a baby voice: "Mom, who are they?"
Su Xin touched his head and said, "Baby, they are mom's friends."
Zheng Wanqing looked at Nian Xi's innocent little face which looked a little pale due to the cold, and her heart suddenly ached.
She subconsciously exchanged a look with Ji Chen, who also had a serious expression on his face. Ji Chen understood and then showed a kind smile on his face. He squatted down and said to the little boy, "Little boy, uncle suddenly wants to go to the toilet. Can you take uncle there?"
Nian blinked her clear and bright eyes which were revealing a hint of ignorance, hesitated for a moment, then nodded obediently, and said in a baby voice: "Okay, uncle, come with me." Then, she took Ji Chen's hand, stepped on her short legs, and skipped out of the house.
Seeing the child leave, Zheng Wanqing looked back at Xiao Suxin and asked softly, "Madam Xiao, does Lin Hezhi really not care about the child's difficulties?"
䮹 Suxin's eyes suddenly turned red again, and tears burst out like a flood.
Her lips trembled slightly, and she choked up as she said, "He said that life in the city is not suitable for us, and he insisted that I take the child to the countryside. Since the child is still young, he always naively asks me where his father has gone. Every time this happens, I... I don't know how to answer him."
As Zheng Wanqing listened to Suxin's crying, the indignation in her heart grew stronger like a blazing fire.
She held the pen tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and wrote down every word that Su Xin said without missing a word.
She knew clearly that these words filled with sadness and pain would become a powerful weapon to ruthlessly criticize Lin Hezhi's hypocrisy and let more people see his true face.
Unconsciously, the night fell quietly. Xie Yun finished a busy day and slowly opened the door. At this time, the lights were on, and the dim light shone through the window, spreading to every corner of the bedroom.
Zheng Wanqing was concentrating on writing at her desk, the pen in her hand moving constantly on the manuscript paper, emitting the soft and bright light of the desk lamp.
He approached quietly and saw the title with wet ink on the manuscript: "The True Meaning of Freedom - Confessions of an "Old-Fashioned Woman"."
"Are you here?" Zheng Wanqing stretched out her hand without raising her head, "Help me take a look at this part... um..."
Xie Yun suddenly bent down and kissed her gently.
The pen rolled down the manuscript paper, leaving a long blue mark, just like the thread of their entangled fate.
It was snowing outside the window again, but it was warm as spring inside the house.
The next day, the title of the special issue of "Women's Voices" in Ta Kung Pao was particularly eye-catching. Once this article was published, it immediately attracted widespread attention from all walks of life.
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