The slap was so hard that Xu Tingchuan's ears were ringing.
But the baby's cries sounded even clearer in my ears, so weak, so powerless.
He slowly turned his head back, looked around, but Ni Sitian was no longer in the room. His gaze then settled on the child's face.
The child was so small and fair-skinned, and his little face was all scrunched up from crying.
"Hold him," Jin Rulan said, her eyes red, as she handed the child over.
Xu Tingchuan raised his hand, about to reach out, but then paused in mid-air and slowly lowered it.
"Tingchuan, he's our son. He was born to you by Sitian risking her life. Don't you want him anymore?" Jin Rulan choked back tears as she handed the child over a little more.
Xu Tingchuan's fingers, which were hanging by his side, trembled slightly before he raised them again and carefully took the doll from Jin Rulan's hand.
Perhaps he was holding the child in the wrong way, because the child cried even harder, and the little face became red and scrunched up.
“Hold him like this, gently supporting the back of his head.” Jin Rulan helped Xu Tingchuan adjust his position, and said with a wry smile, “Don’t be so stiff, relax a little. He’s very light, just support him gently.”
Although Jin Rulan had corrected his posture, Xu Tingchuan still felt that he couldn't hold him properly no matter how he held him. If he was too heavy, he was afraid of hurting him; if he was too light, he was afraid of dropping him. He was so soft, so cheerful, and as light as a ball of cotton. He didn't know what to do.
However, he had probably been corrected into the right position, because he stopped crying in his arms and fell asleep peacefully.
"These are the baby's diapers, formula, and clothes." Xu Haicheng put down a duffel bag, pulled Jin Rulan out, and before closing the door, said to Xu Tingchuan, "Think it over carefully, and bring him out when you've made up your mind."
After saying that, he closed the door, leaving Xu Tingchuan and the child inside.
Jin Rulan looked worriedly at the closed door. Xu Haicheng said in a low voice, "Don't worry too much. He knows how to take care of the child. Right now, we need to use the child to force him to face reality. That's the only way."
"I know," Jin Rulan nodded.
“Go see Jia Yue. She still feels it’s her fault and refuses to leave her room. She won’t even see Shi Zhao when he comes. They were supposed to get married in a few days, and we need to give the Han family an explanation now.” Xu Haicheng knew the wedding was definitely off. Xu Jia Yue’s leg fracture hadn’t healed, and with the Xu family in such a mood, no one was in the mood for a happy occasion.
Jin Rulan walked towards Jia Yue's room, while Xu Haicheng went downstairs.
After hearing Jia Yue recount the details of the fall that day, he felt that something seemed off.
Why did Ni Sitian react so strongly when she saw his cufflinks?
After the funeral arrangements were completed, he began his investigation, but no one had seen the cufflinks, and the family photo was soaked with red tea.
Back then, photos were still like paper; they would become blurry if soaked in water.
When asked again, Jia Yue could only describe that she was not good at drawing and that her drawings did not resemble the subject.
More than twenty years ago, he really couldn't remember what kind of cufflinks they were, and he had hundreds, if not thousands, of cufflinks, so he couldn't make sense of it at all.
This matter will likely be left unresolved, becoming a mystery along with Ni Sitian's death.
Xu Tingchuan's shoulders remained stiff as he held him, looking down at his eyes and brows.
Although he hasn't fully matured yet, he really looks like him. However, his skin is like Ni Sitian's, fair and white, like a glutinous rice ball.
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