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Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me-Chapter 690: V560: Love is supporting each other in difficult times, love is staying together through life and death. [61]
In that instant, He Qimo was speechless and heartbroken.
But he couldn’t utter any words of promise. He didn’t want to see He Yunshen cry, nor did he want to see Shen Funni cry even more.
If He Yunshen’s tears could prick his heart with thousands of needles, Shen Funni’s tears would grind his bones entirely in a meat grinder.
Stopping his woman’s tears is the most basic principle for a man, but unfortunately, he never managed to do it.
He didn’t know how to solve the emotional problem with Shen Funni. He wasn’t as good as Lu Xin, who is the typical Feng Chengjin type of man—a fact he understood well.
So, compared to a man who can comfort her entirely as soon as they meet, chasing a woman who cries with red eyes upon seeing him.
He felt he had no chance of competing at all.
Chase her? Compete with a man without a past record by revealing heartfelt emotions he once had for someone else, whom Shen Funni mindfully cares about?
He Qimo was speechless in self-mockery.
In the silence, as if understanding there was no hope for his dad to bring back his mom, He Yunshen collapsed into the blankets and began to cry and howl more heart-wrenchingly, "I hate Dad, I hate Mom. Mom doesn’t want me, Dad won’t find Mom for me. I’m just a baby nobody loves. I hate you all!"
He buried his head under the silk quilt and cried more and more sadly.
He Qimo’s heart shattered into countless pieces, but he couldn’t make certain promises, so he could only look at He Yunshen pitiably twice, then walked out to call Zhou Huimei to comfort him.
After all, sometimes a woman’s embrace is always warmer than a man’s. He loved He Yunshen, but the subtle tenderness from a woman was something he could never achieve in his life.
The silent night was deep, long, sad, and filled with despair.
In the hotel, Shen Funni stared blankly at the things that He Qimo hadn’t taken away, the ones belonging to her son, feeling hollow and lost.
Little Hetao was gone... That pitiful little one crouching at her door, saying he was hungry. She dared not look for him; she had no right to, but the little one who wanted her and only dared to try to find her here, as well as the little one who showed attachment to her everywhere but dared not call her mom even at gunpoint.
It was after he called her mom for the third time that he left.
His crying was so desperate, echoing as if still in the hallway.
His pleading was so earnest, painfully stabbing as if still in the heart.
Yet, she unbelievably, even without a single "yes," in response, let Little Hetao be taken away by He Qimo in such disappointment and despair.
Thinking of all that had happened before, she desperately and regretfully covered her face, as tears couldn’t stop flowing from the shocking realization that the little one truly was her son.
Heartbroken, as Lu Xin sat quietly across on the sofa, watching her, he asked, "Blame me for holding you back?"
Blame him?
In fact, Lu Xin holding her back wasn’t entirely an attempt to stop her; it’s just that, in those moments when her emotions were all stirred up by He Yunshen, Lu Xin watched calmly, pulling her back with clear thinking.
At that time, after He Qimo stepped into the elevator, he asked her a question, "Have you made up your mind? Going after him means you’re choosing to reconcile with He Qimo. I can support you reuniting as a family of three, but are you sure that’s the marriage you want?"
In that instant, she was petrified where she stood.







