Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me-Chapter 687: V557: Love is supporting each other in difficult times, love is staying together through life and death. [58]

Chapter 687: V557: Love is supporting each other in difficult times, love is staying together through life and death. [58]

He Qimo took the early flight to rush back.

Last night, he picked gifts for He Yunshen throughout the night. He stayed in the hotel, staring at the gift box, lost in thought for about an hour. Then, looking at the contract waiting to be signed in the next two days, he finally decided to return to Rong City.

No matter what, Yun Shen already doesn’t have a mother. Even if his relationship with Shen Funni reappears as a problem, and even if he feels incapable of facing Shen Funni again, that’s between them. He can’t avoid it and let Yun Shen have a birthday without a father too.

He wants to double his kindness to Yun Shen, to make up for the motherly love Shen Funni owes Yun Shen.

However, as soon as he returned, faced with his son being taken away by Feng Chengjin at this critical moment, He Qimo instantly understood—considering his familiarity with Feng Chengjin’s character, even sensing Feng Chengjin’s affection for He Yunshen during casual chats—that Feng Chengjin had taken He Yunshen for nearly two weeks for a reason.

Driving to the kindergarten to inquire further, under pressure and inducement, a young teacher finally admitted that He Yunshen hadn’t been to school in almost two weeks. He immediately drove to the hotel without saying a word.

He Qimo waited an entire day, truly the whole day, from the time his flight arrived at eleven in the morning, he got home at noon, went to the kindergarten at one, arrived here, until the present moment at nine thirty-six in the evening, standing motionless in front of the hotel bedroom door, waiting for Shen Funni’s return.

This behavior scared the entire hotel staff, with a group of PR personnel led by the manager standing timidly in the corridor, wanting to say something but too afraid to speak, wanting to leave to inform Miss Shen but too afraid.

He Qimo’s aura was too overwhelming; just by standing, he exuded an endless chill.

So, He Qimo didn’t want to eat, sit, or rest, and the staff dared not move anything all day, only daring to stand by and await his instructions at any moment.

But the scene in front of them—Miss Shen and Young Master Lu returning with a child in their arms...

The hotel manager and others turned ashen-faced with fright, heads bowed, utterly unwilling to believe they had encountered a drama more dramatic than any TV show.

The ex-boyfriend meets the current boyfriend, holding a child whose parentage is unclear, dating the current boyfriend, only to be walked in on by the ex-boyfriend.

Shen Funni, holding the upset He Yunshen all the way, was dumbfounded when she saw the person in front of her upon returning from her heart palpitations.

He...He Qimo, how could he be here?

Could it be that the little one in her arms really is...?

Shen Funni’s emotions were chaotic and on the verge of collapse.

He Qimo just looked coolly at everything before him, his gaze falling on Shen Funni draped in Lu Xin’s coat, with Lu Xin holding Shen Funni close and Shen Funni holding He Yunshen.

After a pause, his lips curled into a cold sneer.

It seemed like self-mockery, or perhaps sarcasm, but always just a light, faint trace.

Then he extended a hand towards He Yunshen and said, "Yun Shen, let’s go home."

Suddenly, the whole scene turned to stone.

Yun Shen? He Yunshen? The child President Feng brought that day is Mr. He’s illegitimate child? Then...the child’s mother could be...

The hotel staff were all stunned.

Shen Funni’s heart felt as if a nuclear bomb had exploded, a towering mushroom cloud rising as the entire world turned silent.

Yun Shen? Little Hetao? In her arms? Hers?

In that moment, despite having guessed countless times, being sensitive and tangled countless more, Shen Funni couldn’t possibly outmatch hearing with her own ears that this child, who had troubled her for two weeks, was indeed hers—Little Hetao...