"Miss Tong, are you okay? How are you feeling? Where are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to take you to the hospital? "
Xinwan struggled to get up. She didn't care about anything else, not even answering. She pushed her neighbor aside and stumbled to the small path. She kept running. Because it was night time, there were even fewer people on the road, let alone cars. However, she didn't give up. She ran all the way to the end of the street, but there was still no one. Only the desolate and lonely streetlights shone on her body. In this season, she only needed to wear a long-sleeved shirt, but now she felt cold. The bone-piercing coldness traveled up from the soles of her feet, making it difficult for her to even breathe.
Wen Han-woo took Xiao Yu away.
Xinwan reached out and hugged her head. She couldn't calm down at all. Her body kept trembling. The pain from her knees was bone-piercing, making her body sway. In the end, she finally leaned against the wall. There were only three words in her mind — What should I do?
What should I do?
What should I do?
She vaguely remembered that she could give Wen Han-woo a call. However, when she took out her phone, she remembered that she had long deleted his phone number so that she could never contact him again. At this moment, she finally understood what despair was.
She didn't remember his phone number, so even if she wanted to call him now, it was impossible.
Just as she was hesitating whether she should call Xiao Youran, who might have Wen Han-woo's contact number, her phone suddenly rang. Xinwan thought that it was Wen Han-woo calling. She didn't even look at the number and immediately picked it up. She opened her mouth and said, "Wen Han-woo, if you have something to say, let's talk nicely. Why did you take Xiao Yu away?"
There was silence on the other end of the line. Xinwan thought that Wen Han-woo was doing it on purpose. She was about to continue speaking when a familiar female voice came from the other end. It made her, who was already in the abyss, fall into the eighteenth level of hell in an instant.
"Who is Xiao Yu?"
It was Tong Qing Meng. Xinwan looked at her phone. As expected, it was her mother's number. She was so anxious just now that she didn't have time to look carefully. She reached out and pressed her throbbing temples. Her voice was filled with helplessness. "Mom, I'm not. I thought you were …"
"You thought I was Wen Han-woo?"
On the other hand, Tong Qingmeng was very calm. However, her mother, who had always been loving and considerate towards Xinwan, spoke in a cold tone, "Didn't you divorce Wen Hanyu? How did you manage to meet him in America? "
Xinwan's breathing instinctively stopped. She was in such a dilemma that she really didn't have the heart to explain anything to Tong Qing Meng. Even though she knew clearly that Xiao Yu's identity had been exposed to Family Wen and would soon be exposed to Family Jiang, she just wanted to get in touch with Wen Han-woo as soon as possible. She said evasively, "Mom, no. I just thought it was Wen Han-woo. I looked at the wrong number." Xinwan frowned. She stood at the end of the street like a headless fly. She put one hand on her slender waist and slowly took a deep breath. She tried her best to control the speed of her words. "Mom, I have something important to do. I'm hanging up …"
"What's so important to do?" Before she could finish speaking, a firm voice came from the other end of the line.
Tong Qing Meng had always gone along with her daughter's wishes. Perhaps it was because of the wedding six years ago that she didn't want to marry into a rich family. When she was with Jiang Youyi, she didn't know that Jiang Youyi had a family. After that, she didn't like her status and position. Even so, after Jiang Youyi's first wife died, she still didn't want to marry into the Family Jiang. If it weren't for Lin Mei's accident, she wouldn't have forced her daughter to compromise.
So all these years, no matter what Xinwan said, Tong Qing Meng listened to her. She felt powerless that her daughter sacrificed so many years of her youth and her happiness. Even when Xinwan said that she was "pregnant," she couldn't bear to say anything harsh to her.
But now, she felt a chill in her heart. Her daughter had a five-year-old son, and she didn't even know about it for so many years!
"Wanwan, do you really have nothing to say to me?" Tong Qing Meng was in B City, in the back garden of the Family Jiang. She held the phone and asked word by word, "Mom will ask you one last time. You really don't have anything to say to me, do you?"
Xinwan's temples throbbed. Tong Qing Meng asked her these questions out of the blue, and she didn't know where to start. She subconsciously said, "Mom, this is America. It's very late now."
"I know it's America. I can calculate the time in America more accurately than the time in City B. I know that it's almost 11 o 'clock over there. I know that you should be resting at this time. Do you really not know why I'm calling you? Wanwan, I was at the mall today. I wanted to buy some baby products for you, but I bumped into Yuan Qingcheng. "
Tong Qing Meng's voice was still calm, but that calm voice made Xinwan tremble with fear. "Do you know what Yuan Qingcheng said to me?"
Xinwan's heart fell into an endless abyss with a thump.
…
Although Tong Yanyu grew up in a single-parent family, he was discriminated against by the Americans when he was in kindergarten in America. After all, he was a Chinese, and he didn't have a "father."
In the beginning, Tong Yanyu would often secretly cry. When he was 4 years old, there was a parent-child activity organized by the school. However, because of the teacher's request, he had to go with his father. In the end, out of all the children in the class, only he went with his mother. Xin Wan didn't know that when she wasn't around, the children in the class all mocked him for being a fatherless child.
That was the first time Tong Yanyu lost his temper, and it was also the only time he cried.
He hid in his room and cut up a new shirt that Xinwan bought for him. When Xinwan found out, he refused to say anything and only said that he didn't like the color of the shirt.
Unexpectedly, the next day, Xinwan bought him a new shirt in a different color. Tong Yanyu was still a child, and his emotions were written all over his face. Although he refused to say anything, how could Xinwan not know?
When she passed the shirt to her son, she said to him, "Xiao Yu, no matter how other children look at you, you will always be my most precious baby. Because our Xiao Yu is the bravest little boy, he is special and different from others." But a special child shouldn't do something so ungentlemanly and impolite. If you don't like the shirt, you can tell me, and I will buy you something you like. You can't hide anything in your heart. Our hearts are like a cup. If it is filled with too much pain, it won't be able to contain any happiness. " Mommy hopes that Xiao Yu baby will always be happy and grow up healthily. As long as Mommy can give you something, I will do my best to give it to you.
At that time, he was only four years old, so he didn't really understand what his mother was saying. But he remembered one sentence that Xinwan said.
"It's because our Little Yu is the bravest little man. That's why he's special and different from others."
He was a special person, so it was easy for others to be jealous of him. This was very normal!
Since then, he had never been depressed by other children's teasing, and he never thought about his "father." Until not long ago, when he overheard Xinwan's phone call, the flame of curiosity about his "father" reignited in his little heart.
After that, there was the scene at the airport and the phone call. But Tong Yanyu didn't expect to bump into Wen Han-woo when he came out of Jack's house that night.
"Uncle, where are you taking me? It's already very late. Mommy will be worried about me. "
Wen Han-woo directly brought Tong Yanyu to his car. The two of them sat together in the backseat while the chauffeur drove in the front. In the narrow car, his nose seemed to be filled with the small, soft child's scent.
His heart was beating very fast.
He never thought that there would be a day when he would be facing a five-year-old child. Moreover, it was Wen Han-woo's child.
This feeling was as if something heavy had suddenly fallen from the sky and smashed on his head. It was a dull feeling.
Sometimes, when something suddenly fell on your head, you didn't know whether to be surprised or happy. Even for a calm and reserved person like Wen Han-woo, he had to admit that he was at a loss when it came to this matter.
Besides the fact that he really hated that damned woman, Tong Xinwan, for hiding things from him for so many years, he was actually nervous when he suddenly faced this lively child. He didn't know what to say or do to make the right decision.
"Uncle, Uncle, Hi, Uncle. Can you hear me?"
Tong Yanyu noticed that the man sitting next to him hadn't looked at him since he got into the car. He also hadn't said a word to him. He just sat next to him and when he didn't speak, he seemed to be more serious than when he was talking to him. He knew that this was his father, so he felt some respect for him from the bottom of his heart.
"Uncle, do you not like me?"
Wen Han-woo was stunned for a moment. He had never been with a child before, so he naturally didn't know that when an adult sat next to a child and didn't even look at him, the child would naturally think that the adult didn't like him. Children at Tong Yanyu's age were even more sensitive. In fact, every action of an adult was very important to children of their age.
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