Chapter 512 Her Heart was Tough
Chu Jiang’s pair of jet-black eyes seed extrely bloodshot at that mont.
He could not bla Song Wan for wanting to see the child so desperately that she simply threw away her dignity. She was already about to go blind from crying. They were only human; it was only natural for them to have emotions and desires. Originally, they had given up all hope and stopped thinking about having their own granddaughter. As for Song Wan, she treated her adoptive child extrely well, hoping to fill up the hole in her heart.
However, just as they managed to accept their situation-one day, sobody told them that they had a granddaughter. A blood-related granddaughter, a blood-related granddaughter!
How could they not be excited? How could they not lose their cool?
Not too far away, Chu Xiang hid behind the door, tears brimming for her eyes as if she already understood sothing.
Chu Jiang noticed Chu Xiang from afar but chose not to expose her.
As to what she would beco in the future, he had no intentions to guess and barely bore any expectations towards it. All he wanted was just to et his little granddaughter. It was just that he was too ashad to see her.
Song Wan cried for a very long ti. However, no matter how much she cried, she still could not get to et her granddaughter. Even though she went daily to beg Xia Ruoxin, she had never t her granddaughter before. Little did she know the granddaughter that she longed to et had been sent to Shen Wei’s place a long ti ago.
On a recent whim, Shen Wei had started to miss Rainy so she told Xia Ruoxin about it and brought the kid away on that day itself. Xia Ruoxin thought that it would be better to let her go. Recently, too many things were happening at ho.
Perhaps it would be better for her to be at Shen Wei’s place. Shen Wei wouldn’t let Rainy go hungry, right?
Just at that mont, Shen Wei was holding a bowl of stead eggs and feeding the little fellow.
“Does it taste good?” she asked, her gentle gaze washing away the desolation of her body. She did not have the vibes of a person born from low status. It was not because she refused to surrender to her environnt; it was just an inborn sense of pride, of disdain.
“It does. The eggs that Aunty makes are the best.” Rainy narrowed her eyes in satisfaction. Her small mouth spoke words so sweet they could kill.
“You have such a sweet tongue.” Shen Wei pinched her small cheeks before feeding her another spoonful of eggs.
“Sister Wei, sothing is happening outside.” A young male stood respectfully outside the door. It seed as if he was a little scared, hesitating before he spoke.
“Okay, I know.” Shen Wei stayed in place, continuing to feed Rainy stead eggs. The stead eggs were made personally by her. She had already forgotten how long it had been since she last cooked sothing. Moreover, it was rare for the little fellow to be so generous, finishing the bowl of eggs regardless of its taste.
After finishing the bowl of stead eggs, she carried Rainy in her arms and walked in front of a door, knocking on it.
“Brother San,” she gently shouted.
After that, the door opened; and a black-haired male in his pajamas walked out.
The mont the man saw her, his cold hard expression softened. “Wei, what’s happening? Is there trouble outside? Leave it to .” He went back into the room to change as he spoke.
“It’s okay, I’ll handle it.” Shen Wei dumped the child in her arms into his.
“Brother San, help take care of this little thing. You know I can handle these things easily.” She fixed her clothes. At that mont, her face that smiled warmly before began to radiate a dark charm. She flipped her long wavy hair and then walked out. A woman could change very quickly if she wanted to. One second, she could be a loving mother; but in the next, she could beco a demon.
Brother San lifted the little fellow in his arms, his large eyes staring into her little ones.
“Uncle, sleepy.” Rainy rubbed her eyes. She bit her small fist and leaned against Brother San’s shoulder before falling asleep.
Brother San was rendered helpless. Without a choice, he carried the little fella into his room. He only slept an hour yesterday and really needed a nap; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to take it.
Forget it, let’s just sleep with this little fella. As a toddler, she had a natural milky aroma; her soft little face and tender little hands all curled into a ball. She was so small that even a man like him with a heart as tough as ironsoftened in that instant.
Furthermore, it was rare that this child was not afraid of his naturally evil-looking face.
Let’s sleep, he yawned. He lay down and pulled the blankets over him, hugging the small child in his arms, practically looking like a stay-at-ho dad.
“Ruoxin...” It was that voice again.
Recently as long as anybody called her na, Xia Ruoxin would start to get nervous, the kind of numbing uneasiness. Could she change her na? She didn’t want to be called Xia Ruoxin anymore.
“Aunty, you don’t have to say it anymore.” Xia Ruoxin did not know how many tis she had rejected her already, so of her rejections extrely harsh. She did not want to say anything more.
“I told you, I cannot give birth. That child isn’t even mine.”
Song Wan’s expression darkened. At that ti, she used that excuse to force Xia Ruoxin into a divorce. Now, Xia Ruoxin was using the sa excuse to disgrace her.
“Ruoxin, can I see her? Really, nothing else, I just want to see her.”
Xia Ruoxin turned around and left just like before. It did not matter whether the woman behind her begged, cried, or knelt; this was not an unfamiliar scene for her.
That year, she also pleaded like this. She went on her knees like this and cried like this. However, in the end, the only thing that was able to shoulder everything was her own not-so-strong back.
Song Wan’s hands in the air weakly fell back down.
She smiled bitterly. She never knew that a day would co where she would et sobody more obstinate and tougher than her.
Once again, in that eighteen-floored office, Du Jingtang pushed open a door... only to be t with a strong scent of cigarettes. The smoke choked him so badly he thought he was going to get so disease.
‘Cough...’ His lungs could not stand the thick smoke’s sll. How much second-hand smoke was he breathing in?
He periodically used his hands to fan away the smoke. As much as he fanned, the sll remained as strong as before. Finally, he pulled down his sleeves and covered his nose.
Then, he walked to the window and opened it. At that mont, he felt as if his breath had started to get faint. He took large breaths of fresh air in front of him, feeling as if there was nothing more touching in the world than being able to breathe fresh air.
It was only when the sll faded quite a bit that he turned around. Chu Lui still continued to smoke cigarette after cigarette.
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