He made his woman cry again...

Her nightmares were also because of him...

He promised her a carefree, joyful life...

At this moment, Gu Shaocheng clenched his fists, wishing he could slap himself hard: What a complete and utter bastard!

"Big Brother, what’s wrong?" Bai Wuqing, sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head to ask Gu Shaocheng.

Gu Shaocheng finally put away his phone and shook his head: "Chenxing probably knows already. I wonder who at home let it slip."

He didn’t specify what she knew, but Bai Wuqing understood.

He sighed, at a loss for words, and turned his head to look out the car window: "Back then, when Jingru thought I was going to send Jiajia away, she managed to secretly hide Jiajia for a full eight years. A mother’s love for her child is something we can’t imagine. If Chenxing... Ah, Big Brother, you should really try to comfort Chenxing."

"I know." Gu Shaocheng propped his elbow on the car window, his thumb rubbing against his lip: "I just haven’t figured out how to face her."

Gu Shaocheng admitted frankly: "I’m a bit afraid to face her."

Bai Wuqing didn’t say a word, understanding his fear.

"Maybe we should talk in a few more days, after dealing with things here." Bai Wuqing suggested.

Gu Shaocheng’s eyes were deep, he pondered for a while, and then nodded: "Alright."

Since Chenxing hadn’t called him directly to question him, it meant things hadn’t reached the worst-case scenario yet, Gu Shaocheng consoled himself. Just wait a few more days, until he secured the position of president, then he could stand before Chenxing with a bit more pride.

Otherwise, he truly wasn’t worthy of being Chenxing’s husband, if he couldn’t even protect their son.

...

A whole week had passed.

Chenxing still hadn’t called Gu Shaocheng, demanding to hear Sheng Sheng’s voice.

She calmly waited at home, calmly digesting the unbearable truth, calmly awaiting the same result as Gu Shaocheng.

However, during this time, her attention was further diverted by other matters.

Zun Zun had a fever, and it was quite severe.

Tian Buyu said Zun Zun caught a cold from the changing nights; during this season, the weather fluctuated, and children were more susceptible to catching colds.

Zun Zun lay on the bed, feeling weak all over, having just taken fever-reducing medicine, while Chenxing sat by his bedside, taking care of him.

Zun Zun, with his listless eyes, chatted with Chenxing: "Mommy, can you sing to me?"

"Sure, Zun Zun, what song would you like to hear?"

But Zun Zun couldn’t name one and mumbled to himself: "Sheng Sheng must feel bad too, but without Mommy by his side, is Daddy there with Sheng Sheng?"

If he had a fever, Sheng Sheng would feel upset too.

Lately, he always felt tired, day by day, it became a habit. He was a little smug, huh, Sheng Sheng, you make me tired. Now that I’m sick, you must feel bad too. Now it’s fair, huh huh, it serves you right for not coming back, just having fun outside, so you have to feel bad, otherwise you’d forget you have me as your older brother. Bad little brother, making Mommy worry, I don’t like you anymore! When you come back, I’m going to hit you!

Chenxing, reminded by Zun Zun, felt her heart tighten with pain.

"Mommy will sing Mommy’s favorite song for you." Chenxing, filled with maternal love, tucked Zun Zun in, imagining scenes of Sheng Sheng possibly suffering without care, tears immediately welling up in her eyes.

She turned her face to quickly wipe them away, not wanting to disgrace herself repeatedly in front of her son.