Shen Muzhi led Hengheng to the downstairs of the residential complex. The complex had a large courtyard with well-maintained greenery, and it had sports facilities and a children's playground.
Perhaps because school was on holiday, a lot of children, ranging from three or four years old to five or six, had gathered at the playground, with their grandparents watching them play.
Shen Muzhi lowered his head and asked, "Hengheng, do you want to go over and play with those older brothers and sisters?"
Hengheng has been silent ever since he came out of the room. Now that he sees the other children, he doesn't seem happy to play with them. He keeps his head down, looking at his shoes.
Shen Muzhi sensed something was wrong, so he squatted down, adjusted Hengheng's hat, and said softly, "Hengheng, what's wrong?"
Hengheng, who is usually mischievous and lively, did not look up, but just shook his head.
"Hengheng, are you unhappy?" Shen Muzhi asked patiently, looking down at his son's downcast face.
His eyelashes were covered with dewdrops, as if they would fall at the slightest tremor.
"Hengheng?" Shen Muzhi was puzzled. They were having a lot of fun upstairs just now, so why did they suddenly look like they were about to cry?
"Dad." Hengheng hugged Shen Muzhi's neck, tears dripping into his collar.
Shen Mu felt a pang of heartache and hugged Heng Heng, thinking he was about to burst into tears, but he only shed tears silently.
This made Shen Muzhi feel even worse, and she gently patted him to comfort him.
"Daddy." Hengheng rubbed his little face against Shen Muzhi's neck, wiping away his tears. He looked up, his eyes still brimming with tears, and asked in a choked voice, "Does Mommy not like Hengheng?"
Shen Muzhi was stunned. Where did this come from?
He wiped away Hengheng's tears and said softly, "Why would Hengheng think that way? How could Mommy not like Hengheng? Mommy loves Hengheng very much."
"Really?" Hengheng pouted, unable to express his complex emotions, and spoke to Shen Muzhi intermittently with some sobs.
Shen Muzhi pondered his words for a while and then realized what he meant.
Perhaps because Xiao Kui is a girl and physically weaker, Zhi Lan often tells him to be considerate of his younger sister, even though he already does a lot. Today, the issue of 'Dad' living with them triggered feelings that had been building up inside him.
“Hengheng misunderstood Mom. Dad did some things wrong in the past, and Mom hasn’t forgiven him yet. Once she forgives him, Dad will live with you. Uncle Luo will be moving out.” Shen Muzhi stroked her son’s cheek tenderly.
This little child is already so sensitive to what's happening around him. We'll have to be more careful in the future. We'll also need to talk to Xiang Zhilan about it.
Xiao Kui will cry and make a fuss to get what she wants, but Heng Heng, at such a young age, seems to be able to suppress his emotions very well, which is not a good thing in the long run.
"When will Mom forgive Dad?" Hengheng blinked his teary eyes, looking very eager.
"We'll have to rely on Hengheng's help for this." Shen Muzhi patted his son's head.
Hengheng looked innocent and confused. Shen Muzhi knew that he wouldn't understand if he was told to go into too much detail, so he taught him some simple things, such as how he could act cute with his mother and ask to see his father.
"Yes, I'll help Dad," Hengheng said, patting his chest with a confident air.
Shen Muzhi was very pleased to see his son so sensible. He picked him up and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
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