Hearing her cry, Shen Muzhi felt extremely distressed and quickly hugged her, gently patting her back and coaxing her softly, "Of course Xiao Kui has a father. Who said Xiao Kui doesn't have a father?"
“Lucas’s sister said we don’t have a dad.” Xiao Kui cried heartbrokenly, stubbornly insisting, “Xiao Kui does have a dad, Xiao Kui’s dad is Luo Che.”
“He’s Uncle Luo, not our dad.” Hengheng likes Uncle Luo, but he’s different from our dad.
“He’s Daddy.” Xiao Kui got angry and hit Heng Heng.
Hengheng knew he should give in to his sister, but he refused to back down on this matter. He stubbornly shouted, "He's not our dad! Mom said Daddy and we've separated! Daddy went to heaven!"
Shen Muzhi heard the two children arguing, and his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.
Xiang Zhilan actually told his son that he had gone to heaven—wasn't that cursing him to die?! And he even made his daughter take another man's surname!
Just how much did she hate him?
"Don't cry, Xiao Kui. You have a daddy. Daddy's here." Shen Muzhi hugged her tenderly and gently comforted her.
"You're not Xiao Kui's dad." Xiao Kui cried loudly, demanding Luo Che.
A child's laughter is contagious, and so is a child's crying.
Xiao Kui cried loudly, and Heng Heng started crying too: "I want a dad too... Lucas has a dad... Waaaaaah..."
With a pang of heartache, Shen Mu hugged Hengheng close, his voice choked with emotion: "Hengheng, be good, Daddy's right here."
The two cried like a duet, and it took a while to calm them down.
Xiao Kui cried herself to sleep and simply rested her head on Shen Muzhi's shoulder.
With swollen eyes, Hengheng looked at Shen Muzhi, his speech a little unclear, and asked in his childish voice, "Uncle, do you also want to be our dad like Uncle Luo?"
Shen Muzhi looked at his son, who was much more mature than Xiao Kui, as if there were some things he could explain to him.
“I didn’t want to be your father, I already am your father.” Shen Muzhi gently stroked the tear stains on Hengheng’s soft cheek and said softly, “Look at us, don’t we look alike?”
Hengheng looked closely at Shen Muzhi's face. He couldn't tell if it looked like him or not, but the person in front of him gave him a very familiar feeling of warmth.
Seeing that Hengheng was still hesitant, Shen Muzhi took out his phone, pulled up the wedding photos he and Xiang Zhilan had taken, and handed them to Hengheng, saying, "These are photos of your parents' wedding. Do you know what a wedding photo is?"
“Yes, Lucas has a really big picture of his parents at home.” Hengheng looked at the photo and realized the person in the picture was indeed his mother. The person hugging her from behind was the man in front of him. He raised his eyes and pursed his lips: “Are you really my father?”
“Yes, Daddy didn’t go to heaven.” Shen Muzhi rubbed Hengheng’s head and hugged him tightly.
"Daddy, Daddy..." Hengheng hugged Shen Muzhi's waist, calling out in his babyish voice with a sob.
Shen Muzhi's heart was breaking from his shouts. The children were so small, so tender, so adorable, yet he had missed the days of witnessing their growth.
"Daddy's here. Daddy will never be separated from Hengheng again." He gently patted Hengheng's back to comfort him, kissed his forehead with self-reproach, and made the promise to the child again and again.
Hengheng wiped his tears and snot on Shen Muzhi's shirt, stopped crying, and looked up at Shen Muzhi. He had a father now, and his father was even taller than Lucas's father.
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