Chapter 288 What...did you call me?
Jiang Xingxing: "You..."
The noise stopped abruptly; it seemed the fox had carried the person to a separate shower stall.
The clear, childlike voice pulled him back to reality.
Di Yin curled his fingers uncomfortably as he quickly gathered his thoughts.
He gazed intently at the child whose features bore a striking resemblance to his own, his eyes rippling with gentle waves, all his emotions submerged in the clear water, where pebbles were smooth and water plants were tender.
Her thin lips parted slightly, and even her cool demeanor melted away in that instant.
"Okay, okay."
Jiang Xingxing held the fragrant dragon carp in one arm, and at her feet was the snow-white tailed beast with its fur dried.
She looked intently and stubbornly at the extremely handsome man beside her, her expression decisive and efficient.
Why did you leave your mother alone?
He didn't understand why this man, who loved his mother, would abandon her and come back to them.
But he didn't want to ask his mother; he just wanted this man to tell him himself.
His voice was clear and crisp, but it wasn't hard to detect a lingering, unforgivable hostility.
Di Yin's face was slightly pale, and a damp towel was piled on his knees, leaving a dark water stain.
Those pupils were exceptionally dark and bright, like black jade immersed in a cold pool, reflecting a light like shattered glass.
The red tinged with restraint was not the soft, alluring color of rouge, but rather the traces of tiny cracks in the blood vessels after being stretched to their limit, faintly spreading along the eye socket.
He didn't want Jiang Xingxing to see him acting like he was deliberately trying to soften his heart, so he tried his best to restrain himself and make his voice sound normal.
They did not treat him as a child who knew nothing, nor did they choose to escape or beautify what they had done.
The flame flickered, and the wax dripped down, already filling half the cup.
The father and son, one big and one small, sat upright on the edge of the couch with their backs straight.
Di Yin closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, suppressing the warm tears welling up in his eyes, and gazed straight and quietly into those crystal eyes that were just like his own.
Let me slowly recount what happened before.
Jiang Xingxing, though small, sat upright the whole time, her little hands clenched into fists on her lap, her forbearance mirroring that of the man beside her.
Listen quietly to everything this man can say, which is all contained in just a few words.
Upon hearing that her mother had been forced to make a deal with him, and then suddenly disappeared, her clear eyes gradually filled with large tears.
Di Yin's fingertips twitched, but he ultimately held back, not daring to wipe away the tears on his cheeks.
"Two years had passed by the time I emerged from seclusion."
"I didn't know where she went, or if she was alright, so I took 'Wait' with me to search for her in the Southern Border..."
He didn't talk about what happened afterward, nor did he mention Jiang Xianwan's soft heart, nor did he defend his laissez-faire attitude, or that he didn't know Jiang Xianwan was pregnant when she left.
Lay out all the things you have done.
Di Yin closed his eyelids tightly, forcefully suppressing the tears that were about to spill out.
The moment the eyelids closed, a slight throbbing could be clearly seen beneath the thin skin, as if something alive was struggling inside.
When he opened his eyes again, the water was even more intense, shimmering and swirling in his eyes, shattering the candlelight's reflection into specks of golden light.
He didn't ask Jiang Xingxing to forgive him or acknowledge him as her father.
Blame him, hate him, resent him—he deserves to suffer it all.
Jiang Xingxing suddenly lowered her head.
He touched the dragon carp's small horns, seemingly deep in thought.
Di Yin waited quietly, his finger bones resting on his knees curling up and opening up repeatedly.
As the candle burned out quietly, a soft 'pop' sound rang out. A tear rolled down his cheek, and he leaned forward slightly, as if trying to use the momentum to stand up.
However, the body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, so he had to support himself on his knees with both hands, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the effort.
He slowly rose from the edge of the tatami mat.
His usually slender and straight back no longer seemed to be able to stand up straight.
Just as he was about to burst into tears and stand up straight, the hem of his clothes suddenly slipped down.
The force was weak, yet it caused his upright figure to tremble, and his vision to blur instantly.
"Will you treat your mother well from now on?"
The child's innocent voice, like a feather brushing against the ear, carries an undeniable weight.
Di Yin suddenly turned around.
After a long while, his voice choked with emotion.
"Okay, okay..."
Jiang Xingxing stood up at some point, clutching his clothes, her little face stubbornly tilted upwards.
Ask again.
Will you be good to your mother?
His father was willing.
However, we cannot sway his thoughts on this matter.
He knew that his mother was willing to talk to this man and even brought him here because his mother liked him.
He would only be willing if he could consistently treat his mother well.
Jiang Xingxing patiently tilted her head up, and stared blankly for a long time when she saw the man who looked very similar to her.
It was as if making a vow.
It felt like my heart had been ripped out.
Look into his eyes and nod firmly.
He raised his little hand, wiping away a tear, just like his mother.
His casual tone, as if describing the weather, was exactly the same as Jiang Xianwan's.
"Then the child will believe his father once."
Di Yin suddenly held his breath, braced himself against the low table beside him, and made a slight sound as his fingertips rubbed against the wood.
The low table swayed slightly as he propped it up, causing the candlelight on it to flicker and cast his shadow long and short.
Those eyes, like snowmelt flowing into a mountain stream, were brimming with tears, unable to bear the weight of the moment.
Finally, it collapsed.
Her lips trembled, her eyes were red and wet, and she tried her best to bend down to look him in the eye.
A few gentle words were squeezed out from between her lips, yet they could hardly bear the weight of the words.
"Okay, okay..."
"What...did you call me?"
After an incense stick has burned.
Jiang Xingxing's little face was all wrinkled with worry, her little hands unconsciously picking at Yu Xiaobai's cheeks, who hadn't dared to breathe loudly.
Looking at the tall man who suddenly turned his back, disregarding his image, and squatted on the ground secretly wiping away tears, the little girl asked with a worried expression, "Dad, are you going to sleep or not?"
Crying any longer won't solve anything.
"Sleep...sleep!"
His father, whom he had just recognized, seemed to wipe away tears again in a hurry. He got up in a fluster, turned around, and stumbled a step as he was tripped by Tianxue's white tail.
She was both shy and gentle.
"I, I..."
After listening to him say "I" for a long time, Jiang Xingxing sighed and could only stick her little bottom out, hug the fish, and climb up to make room for him.
"If you keep crying, your eyes will be swollen tomorrow."
He was too embarrassed to say: Your eyes are red and swollen now.
Yu Xiaobai, the audience member who was pretending to be dead: "..."
The audience member feigning death, Tianxue, and the white-tailed beast: "..."
Which of these two is the father...?
Di Yin, completely at a loss: "..."
He stiffly slid along the edge of the bed, and with a speed he had never used before, he quickly lay down, opened his lips a few times, and tried to speak.
Clang!
A tremendous sound.
It came from next door.
Just as he had coaxed his father to lie down, Jiang Xingxing, who had snuggled into the blankets himself, sat up abruptly.
Her watery eyes were filled with shock.
"Father and Mother...are fighting?!"
Di Yin: "..." His heart, which had just been filled with excitement after recognizing his son, was suddenly shattered by this huge sound.
The two, one big and one small, with their glassy eyes slightly wide open, looked at each other in a somewhat amusing way.
As Jiang Xingxing took his first short steps and tried to run, Di Yin quickly sat up, weakly blocking his way.
"Okay, okay!"
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