Adoption Diary: Letting the Wolf In (131-133)

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Adoption Diary of Letting the Wolf In (131) When I opened that heart-shaped letter, I learned everything. Fengjun had been married off by my parents to a wealthy African businessman, and the wedding date had even been set. After reading the letter, I immediately called Fengjun, but the call couldn't be connected. I rushed to my parents' house, only to be turned away. After that, I lost contact with Fengjun until I saw her one last time before she passed away... My thoughts returned from my memories. I never imagined that Fengjun's marriage would be like this. Wasn't my own marriage just like that? During the time I lost Fengjun, I thought about suicide more than once, until I met Kexin. It was Kexin's care and love that pulled me out of the shadows and started a happy life. Could she have gotten pregnant that night with Fengjun? Could Sijian really be my child? I looked closely at Sijian's face. Apart from his strong body and dark complexion, there were indeed some parts of his face that resembled mine. But all of this was too sci-fi, and I couldn't believe it. Could the doctor have misdiagnosed him? I'm not useless. Why is it that Kexin and I have always been infertile? But the doctor's diagnosis can't be wrong. "Are you finished reminiscing? Mr. Xu Jian, would you dare to do a paternity test?" Si Jian had been quietly waiting beside me. His words disrupted my thoughts, pulling me out of my reverie. After reminiscing, I suddenly felt uncertain, lacking the firmness I had just felt. I didn't know what to feel. Excitement? If I really had a son, wouldn't that make up for my regret? But what if the person who violated and defiled my beloved wife was my own son? If it was all a false alarm, then things could continue peacefully, but I couldn't help feeling a little regretful. "Leng Bing Shuang, come in here for a moment..." I desperately wanted to know the answer. If Si Jian and I went to the Public Security Bureau for a paternity test, the procedures would be complicated, and the waiting time would be long. So, to get the answer as soon as possible, I had to ask Leng Bing Shuang for help. "What's wrong? Xu Jian..." Hearing my call, Leng Bing Shuang quickly pushed open the door and came in, her face showing a hint of worry. Hearing my call, she thought something had happened to me. Her eyes swept over Si Jian, filled with warning and wariness. "Do me a favor, get a paternity test done for me and Si Jian, the sooner the better..." I didn't hesitate, eager to know the answer, so I didn't hide anything from Leng Bing Shuang. "You..." Hearing my words, Leng Bing Shuang was clearly taken aback, her face showing surprise, but even more so, a hint of worry. She opened her mouth for a long time but couldn't speak. Seeing her like this, I felt something was off, because there was worry in Leng Bing Shuang's eyes, more worry than surprise. "Do you know something?" Seeing Leng Bing Shuang's expression, as if she already knew, I couldn't help but ask. Given Leng Bing Shuang's strength and connections, I believed her information channels must be very extensive. "No...no, then...I'll go arrange it now..." After hearing my question, a hint of panic flashed across Leng Bing Shuang's face, but she denied it and then turned and walked out of the room to make the arrangements. Her behavior puzzled me, but that wasn't what I was concerned about at the moment. Now, only Si Jian and I were left in the room again, and the room fell silent once more. I couldn't calm down, while Si Jian seemed quite composed, walking directly to a chair and sitting down. I felt a mix of anticipation and fear. If Si Jian really was my child, how should I treat him? Whether he was my son or not, the way I treated him would be completely different. That's the reality, and it's also quite helpless. Time passed second by second, and I kept checking the time. After a full 22 minutes, the door opened again, and Leng Bing Shuang entered, followed by several people in white coats who looked like medical personnel. "If we use hair, it will take a long time. If we want to know the results quickly, we need to draw blood for testing..." One of the doctors said as we entered, seemingly speaking to me and Sijian, and also to Leng Bingshuang. Hearing this, Leng Bingshuang looked at me, and for some reason, there was a hint of reluctance in her eyes. She hesitated several times before speaking. "Let's draw blood..." I directly extended one arm. Sijian, who seemed indifferent, also extended his arm. The group of doctors stood behind Leng Bingshuang without moving. After looking at me for a long time, Leng Bingshuang sighed and nodded slightly. Only then did the group of doctors split into two groups to draw blood from me and Sijian. To be honest, I, a grown man, am actually afraid of needles. Although the injection itself doesn't hurt much, seeing the needle in my skin still fills me with fear. Usually, after an injection, my palms sweat uncontrollably, and I feel anxious. But this time, I felt no fear; only that obsession remained in my mind. After the blood draw was completed, the doctors left with the blood sample, while Leng Bing Shuang stood motionless, looking at me hesitantly, her expression conflicted. "Is there something you want to say to me?" I was bored out of my mind, and seeing Leng Bing Shuang's expression, I couldn't help but ask. The wait was tedious, so I figured I might as well find someone to talk to to pass the time. "Go to the lobby for a while..." Leng Bing Shuang glanced at Si Jian and said to him, but her voice lacked its previous sternness, sounding rather weak. Hearing Leng Bing Shuang's words, Si Jian quickly got up and left the room. Gone was his earlier arrogance. His fear in front of Leng Bing Shuang wasn't feigned; after all, he had almost been tortured to death by her, leaving a deep scar that might haunt him for life. "Do you know something?" Now that I had some free time, I finally asked the question that had been bothering me. I wasn't sure what my tone or attitude was. "I really didn't expect Si Jian to know about this...?" After saying this, Leng Bing Shuang glanced at me. "Sijian must have seen something in Fengjun's diary, that's why he told you, right..." Leng Bing Shuang couldn't help but ask again. I didn't answer, just nodded slightly. "Actually, I've also read that diary. During the time you went to Africa, I kept sending people to protect you. When my people discovered your affair with Fengjun, they brought me back Fengjun's belongings. There was only one thing, Fengjun's diary..." When Leng Bing Shuang said this, she didn't dare to look me in the eye, her expression showing a hint of fear. After all, this wasn't something to be proud of. At this moment, I finally realized why I hadn't found the notebook when I was collecting and sorting through Fengjun's belongings—it had fallen into Leng Bing Shuang's hands. "I read that diary and learned about your past, including Sijian's background... But I've always had doubts. I even considered getting your hair for a paternity test, but I didn't have the courage. Really, Xu Jian, some things are better left unknown. Do you really want the outcome? What if the outcome is..." Leng Bing Shuang looked at me, her expression conflicted, with a hint of pleading. "Some things must be faced, there's no escaping them. I just can't understand it, can a useless person like me really have a son? Heh..." At this moment, I reached into my pocket and found it empty. Leng Bing Shuang quickly took out one of her cigarettes, the strongest kind, and lit it for me. I took a deep breath, unsure of which answer I truly desired. "Knock knock knock..." The knocking sounded at the door, and a servant came in. The servant in black handed a file bag to Leng Bing Shuang. Leng Bing Shuang and I both knew what was in the file bag. Leng Bing Shuang looked at me with the file bag in her hand, biting her lip tightly. She seemed as nervous as I was... (Adoption Diary - 132) I took a deep breath and then extended my hand. This gesture was to let Leng Bing Shuang hand me the test report. Leng Bing Shuang looked at me with the test report in her hand, biting her lower lip tightly. Her face showed intense struggle. After thinking for a long time, she put the test report behind her back, closed her eyes, and shook her head violently, her beautiful hair being whipped around. Seeing this, I got up from my chair and went to Leng Bing Shuang's side. I extended my hand again, but Leng Bing Shuang looked at me with a pleading look in her eyes. Seeing Leng Bing Shuang's cold expression only fueled my curiosity about the test report. Finally, I reached behind her, my arm sliding over her slender waist, and my hand touched the document bag. I tugged at it a few times until she finally gave up. I got the bag, took a deep breath, untied the drawstring, and pulled out the test report. The instant I took it out, I reflexively closed my eyes, a flicker of fear in my heart. I forced myself to open them and look at the report. Seeing the results, my expression remained calm. I then took out a lighter and lit the report. The report burned in my hand, but I didn't feel much heat. The room, once filled with the aroma of books, was now filled with thick smoke, adding a blemish to its otherwise pleasant atmosphere. "What have you decided to do?" Leng Bing Shuang asked, seeing my calm demeanor.I was very worried. If I acted more agitated, perhaps she would feel more at ease, but I remained surprisingly calm. "You already knew the answer, didn't you?" Leng Bing Shuang didn't even look at the test results before asking me the question, which meant she already knew the answer. Perhaps she had obtained my and Si Jian's DNA for testing before. Actually, I appeared calm on the surface, but inside, a raging storm was brewing. I was truly confused and helpless. The test results stated that Si Jian and I were indeed related by blood, direct relatives... In the past, I would have been extremely excited because I would have an heir. This was my biggest regret, thinking that I could no longer fulfill this wish. But now I actually had my own son, but... "Yes... yes..." Leng Bing Shuang didn't dare to meet my gaze, looking down with great inner turmoil. "If he weren't... how could I let him go so easily? And send him to school? It's all because of you... Xu Jian, you need to calm down now, don't act impulsively..." Leng Bing Shuang looked up at the end, her eyes pleading, as if trying to persuade me to insist on sending Si Jian abroad. She understood my predicament. "Am I not a useless person? How could this be..." I returned to my chair, rubbing my temples. I still couldn't believe it, but I trusted the report's authenticity and authority. "I consulted the doctor; your condition likely developed around the time of your marriage. You weren't like this before... Actually, you still have hope of recovery. I'll find you the best doctors. You can still have other children..." Leng Bing Shuang's face was hopeful, her tone full of persuasion, but she was afraid of angering me in my current emotional state. "Let Si Jian in..." I waved my hand, interrupting Leng Bing Shuang. Now that I knew the answer, it was time to talk to Si Jian in a different way. Leng Bing Shuang looked at me, then sighed and walked out of the room, her back view appearing very lonely, but at this moment she no longer cared about such things. A moment later, Si Jian entered the room, a hint of tension on his face. He had only found the answer in Feng Jun's diary, but he himself wasn't sure about it. After all, no one could guarantee 100% certainty about such things; only scientific examination results could be trusted. "Why did that African father abuse your mother and you? You can continue now..." I said to Si Jian, without giving him the answer. Perhaps my question had already indirectly given him the answer. Si Jian hesitated after hearing my answer, but then calmed down. He probably cared a lot about my decision. I wondered what he had been thinking about alone in the living room; his earlier arrogance had vanished. "In my mother's diary, it says that when I was born, that pervert already knew something. He believed my mother had cheated on him and had cuckolded him, so he completely changed from that moment on. According to the diary, before I was born, he was actually very good to my mother, but my birth changed everything. After that, he rarely looked at me, spent all his time drinking and seeing other women. At first, he was relatively harmonious with my mother and didn't go too far, but eventually his personality became increasingly extreme, and his attitude towards my mother gradually changed. My mother didn't explain anything to him, neither admitting nor denying it, but silently endured his abuse. From the time I can remember, I was beaten by him, and no one wanted to play with me when I was out. They even called me... which is roughly equivalent to 'bastard' in Chinese. Because of this, he and my mother moved more than once." But because I didn't look like an African child at all, everyone knew I wasn't his biological son. By the time I was eight or nine years old, our family had moved countless times. But as I grew older, perhaps because I grew up in Africa, my skin became tanned, and my physical characteristics adapted to the African environment, so my appearance changed. At that time, the gossip lessened considerably, but his hatred for my mother and me didn't diminish at all. My mother was always very strong, enduring his abuse. In her diary, she wrote that this was what she owed him, a way of paying off a debt... Actually, before the child was born, my mother never imagined that the child would be... " Sijian said this, his expression changing with his tone. He had deep feelings for Fengjun, and the sadness in his eyes when he spoke of Fengjun was genuine. Knowing the results now, I re-examined Sijian's appearance. His skin was dark and he was very strong, indeed possessing the characteristics of an African. Perhaps it was due to his long-term life in Africa, as well as the African lifestyle and diet, that made him much stronger than me. After all, he was a combination of me and Fengjun, so it was completely understandable that he didn't look exactly like me. However, it is said that a son inherits his father's genes, but Sijian's robust physique, height, and those... well, they didn't resemble me at all. Perhaps it was due to the difference in our childhood environments. My father died early, and I became independent very early, often going hungry and malnourished, resulting in a relatively thin physique and incomplete physical development. If it weren't for that paternity test report, I would never have believed that Sijian was my son. Before opening the test report, I was skeptical of both the report and Leng Bingshuang. If the report indicated that Sijian wasn't my son, I might suspect Leng Bingshuang had tampered with it, and I would have taken Sijian to the Public Security Bureau for another test. After all, Leng Bingshuang didn't want me to know the results. But now, she hadn't falsified anything, and the result was exactly what she didn't want, yet she didn't intend to hide it from me. This greatly reduced my resentment towards her. "Every time he hit me, my mother would desperately protect me, letting the beatings transfer from me to her. Later, my mother tried every means to send me back to China to be cared for by my maternal grandparents. But… from that time on, I completely understood the coldness of human nature in this society. My maternal grandparents actually treated me as a burden. If it weren't for the financial support from my mother's remittances, I don't know if I would have become a homeless child. I've told my maternal grandparents about my mother's current situation more than once, but they didn't care much about my mother's safety; all they cared about was how much money my mother sent them every month… Haha."According to the account, before I was born, he was actually very good to my mother, but my birth changed everything. From then on, he rarely saw me, spending his days drinking heavily and having affairs. Initially, he was relatively kind to my mother, not too harsh, but eventually his personality became increasingly extreme, and his attitude towards her changed. My mother neither explained nor denied it, silently enduring his abuse. From the time I can remember, I was brutally beaten by him, and no one wanted to play with me outside; they even called me… something that translates to something like "bastard." Because of this, he and my mother moved more than once, but because I didn't look like an African child at all, people everywhere knew I wasn't his biological son. By the time I was eight or nine years old, we had moved countless times. But as I grew older, perhaps because I grew up in Africa, my skin became tanned, and my physical characteristics adapted to the African environment, so my appearance changed. At that point, the gossip lessened considerably, but his hatred for my mother and me didn't diminish at all. My mother has always been very strong, enduring his abuse just like that. In her diary, she said that this was something she owed him, and it was like paying off a debt... Actually, before the child was born, my mother never thought that the child would be... " Si Jian said this, and his expression changed with his tone. He had deep feelings for Feng Jun, and whenever he talked about Feng Jun, the sadness in his eyes was not fake. Knowing the results now, I re-examined Sijian's appearance. His skin was dark and he was very strong, indeed possessing the characteristics of an African. Perhaps it was due to his long-term life in Africa, as well as the African lifestyle and diet, that made him much stronger than me. After all, he was a combination of me and Fengjun, so it was completely understandable that he didn't look exactly like me. However, it is said that a son inherits his father's genes, but Sijian's robust physique, height, and those... well, they didn't resemble me at all. Perhaps it was due to the difference in our childhood environments. My father died early, and I became independent very early, often going hungry and malnourished, resulting in a relatively thin physique and incomplete physical development. If it weren't for that paternity test report, I would never have believed that Sijian was my son. Before opening the test report, I was skeptical of both the report and Leng Bingshuang. If the report indicated that Sijian wasn't my son, I might suspect Leng Bingshuang had tampered with it, and I would have taken Sijian to the Public Security Bureau for another test. After all, Leng Bingshuang didn't want me to know the results. But now, she hadn't falsified anything, and the result was exactly what she didn't want, yet she didn't intend to hide it from me. This greatly reduced my resentment towards her. "Every time he hit me, my mother would desperately protect me, letting the beatings transfer from me to her. Later, my mother tried every means to send me back to China to be cared for by my maternal grandparents. But… from that time on, I completely understood the coldness of human nature in this society. My maternal grandparents actually treated me as a burden. If it weren't for the financial support from my mother's remittances, I don't know if I would have become a homeless child. I've told my maternal grandparents about my mother's current situation more than once, but they didn't care much about my mother's safety; all they cared about was how much money my mother sent them every month… Haha."According to the account, before I was born, he was actually very good to my mother, but my birth changed everything. From then on, he rarely saw me, spending his days drinking heavily and having affairs. Initially, he was relatively kind to my mother, not too harsh, but eventually his personality became increasingly extreme, and his attitude towards her changed. My mother neither explained nor denied it, silently enduring his abuse. From the time I can remember, I was brutally beaten by him, and no one wanted to play with me outside; they even called me… something that translates to something like "bastard." Because of this, he and my mother moved more than once, but because I didn't look like an African child at all, people everywhere knew I wasn't his biological son. By the time I was eight or nine years old, we had moved countless times. But as I grew older, perhaps because I grew up in Africa, my skin became tanned, and my physical characteristics adapted to the African environment, so my appearance changed. At that point, the gossip lessened considerably, but his hatred for my mother and me didn't diminish at all. My mother has always been very strong, enduring his abuse just like that. In her diary, she said that this was something she owed him, and it was like paying off a debt... Actually, before the child was born, my mother never thought that the child would be... " Si Jian said this, and his expression changed with his tone. He had deep feelings for Feng Jun, and whenever he talked about Feng Jun, the sadness in his eyes was not fake. Knowing the results now, I re-examined Sijian's appearance. His skin was dark and he was very strong, indeed possessing the characteristics of an African. Perhaps it was due to his long-term life in Africa, as well as the African lifestyle and diet, that made him much stronger than me. After all, he was a combination of me and Fengjun, so it was completely understandable that he didn't look exactly like me. However, it is said that a son inherits his father's genes, but Sijian's robust physique, height, and those... well, they didn't resemble me at all. Perhaps it was due to the difference in our childhood environments. My father died early, and I became independent very early, often going hungry and malnourished, resulting in a relatively thin physique and incomplete physical development. If it weren't for that paternity test report, I would never have believed that Sijian was my son. Before opening the test report, I was skeptical of both the report and Leng Bingshuang. If the report indicated that Sijian wasn't my son, I might suspect Leng Bingshuang had tampered with it, and I would have taken Sijian to the Public Security Bureau for another test. After all, Leng Bingshuang didn't want me to know the results. But now, she hadn't falsified anything, and the result was exactly what she didn't want, yet she didn't intend to hide it from me. This greatly reduced my resentment towards her. "Every time he hit me, my mother would desperately protect me, letting the beatings transfer from me to her. Later, my mother tried every means to send me back to China to be cared for by my maternal grandparents. But… from that time on, I completely understood the coldness of human nature in this society. My maternal grandparents actually treated me as a burden. If it weren't for the financial support from my mother's remittances, I don't know if I would have become a homeless child. I've told my maternal grandparents about my mother's current situation more than once, but they didn't care much about my mother's safety; all they cared about was how much money my mother sent them every month… Haha."
After saying this, Sijian smiled bitterly with tears in his eyes. I have already seen the truth in Fengjun's parents. They are indeed very materialistic and money-oriented. They forced Fengjun away from me to marry someone in Africa, wasn't it all for money? Now that they have it, they don't care about Fengjun's living conditions. A married daughter is like water spilled from a cup; this is the most realistic problem they have proven. After all, there is still an eldest son in the family, and the two elders don't care about their old age. Perhaps this is the only value Fengjun has for them. "You could say my mother was my only support; she was the only one who made me feel warmth. But she's gone, gone forever. When I heard the news of her death, I seemed very calm, but on countless nights, whether in a secluded corner of school or under the covers at home, I would secretly cry. I vowed since I was little that when I grew up, I would take revenge. I would make that pervert who abused me and my mother pay the price he deserved. But unfortunately, he also died in the war, which was too good for him. Every time I think of how he abused my mother, I wish I could eat his flesh and drink his blood..." Sijian gritted his teeth as he spoke the last few words, a glint of light in his eyes, a sign of extreme hatred. "You hate me too, don't you?" Seeing Sijian like this, I felt helpless and worried, but at the same time, my resentment towards Sijian lessened slightly. Sijian has experienced so much since childhood, he must have some psychological trauma, which has caused his personality to become distorted, pessimistic and extreme, and his heart is always dark. It can be said that he has a very serious mental illness. But is all of this because of Fengjun's black husband? Come to think of it, it seems that the cause of everything is on me, although I had no idea about it beforehand. "Yes, I hate... When I first saw your name, when that pervert beat me, when my mother was abused by him, when others called me a bastard... I learned your name, and I learned you were the culprit... You gave my mother the fate of being abused, and you caused everything I suffered as a child. You could say that my mother and I are where we are today because of you. Since you could get my mother pregnant with me, why didn't you take responsibility? So the moment I saw you, I decided that if I couldn't get revenge on that pervert, then I would get revenge on you! I will make you pay the price you deserve. The suffering my mother and I endured, you will pay for with your pain..." After hearing my words, Sijian rushed in front of me, his eyes filled with hatred and determination. I couldn't meet Sijian's gaze. I closed my eyes; perhaps I was truly guilty. I didn't know how to look at Sijian. I could explain to Sijian that I didn't know any of this beforehand, but how could the hatred in his heart be so easily erased? Should he hate me for this? "I should, after all, I can imagine all the pain Feng Jun has endured. I feel incredibly regretful for not paying attention to Feng Jun's life after marriage. I was running away back then. I didn't know anything about Feng Jun. After all, it's all in the past. If I had been curious and mustered up the courage to secretly go to Africa to inquire about Feng Jun, I would definitely have heard these rumors, and I might have been able to rescue Feng Jun from that hell." "You hurt me, I don't blame you. I do owe you and Feng Jun, but what about Ke Xin? She's innocent. She was also hurt. You should know that she treated you like her own son. I believe her love for you is no less than Feng Jun's love for you..." I opened my eyes and looked at Si Jian. At this moment, I wanted to cry, but I couldn't find a reason to cry. "Yes, but this is like a war. In war, not only soldiers on both sides die, but also many innocent civilians..." Hearing my words, a trace of tenderness and guilt flashed in Si Jian's eyes. His feelings for Ke Xin were also complicated. "At first, the instant I saw her... I was indeed quite disgusted with her. I felt she had stolen the father who should have belonged to me and my mother. In my eyes, she was a vixen. From that moment on, I wanted to destroy your relationship and make you and her pay the price you deserved..." Sijian paused when he mentioned Kexin. He didn't know what to call her now. A hint of pain appeared on his face. It was clear that he still wanted to call Kexin "Mom," but he didn't say it. "But in the end, I found that I really saw my mother's shadow in her. She gave me warmth and love, and made me feel family again, and even love. Perhaps my heart is a little twisted, but I really care about her, really. And from that moment on, I became even more repulsed by you. You are an irresponsible man. How can you have two such gentle and virtuous women infatuated with you? This is not something someone like you should receive..." Sijian looked at my face with a hint of wariness in his eyes. His heart had developed a twisted feeling for Kexin. I remember reading similar articles and reports before. Children like Sijian, who experienced unhappiness in their childhood, often develop distorted minds. Especially when their father treats them badly and only their mother is kind, it easily leads to an Oedipus complex. Whenever Fengjun is mentioned, a hint of longing and love appears in Sijian's eyes, mostly for his mother, but there's always an unsettling emotion mixed in. Perhaps he harbors other feelings for Fengjun, an Oedipus complex… At this moment, my heart is even more conflicted. This is a mess that has suddenly fallen on my shoulders: my son, the third party who destroyed my marriage, the man who cheated on me, a psychologically twisted psychopath. But I can't ignore him. What should I do? Should I continue to leave Sijian to fend for himself in the hands of Leng Bing Shuang? Filled with guilt towards Feng Jun, I was momentarily unable to make up my mind... The Adoption Diary of Inviting a Wolf into the House (133) At this moment, I was at a loss and completely flustered. After all, the impact was too great for me. I could no longer answer any of Si Jian's questions. I could only slowly stand up, feeling extremely light-headed. I brushed past Si Jian's body. In fact, I didn't pay attention to Si Jian's gaze. I felt my whole brain was dizzy. I walked out of the room and encountered Leng Bing Shuang standing outside the door. She had been standing outside the door for a while. When she saw me come out, a trace of worry appeared on her face. She opened her red lips as if to say something but then stopped. In the end, she didn't say anything. I walked down the stairs and slowly walked forward. I heard faint footsteps behind me. I didn't need to look to know it was Leng Bing Shuang. She slowly followed behind me. I didn't pay attention to the process at this time. When I came to my senses, I had already reached the gate of the villa. My thoughts returned to my mind. At this moment, I didn't know where to go. Should I go home or go back to the hotel? The world is so big, but at this moment, there was no place for me. "Let's stay here tonight..." The icy figure behind me seemed to sense my distress and offered her suggestion. I turned to look at her; she was deeply worried, and her eyes held a pleading and hopeful glint after she finished speaking. "Don't send Sijian abroad yet, let me think about it some more..." After saying this, I walked towards the familiar road leading to the hotel. At this moment, I didn't want to face Kexin, didn't want to face Sijian, didn't want to face anyone; I just wanted to be alone. Sijian is my son, and I truly couldn't accept that. Was I supposed to be overjoyed? But when I tried to process my emotions, I found no trace of joy, only overwhelming sorrow. I actually had my own child in this world, a child born to me and my first love. If Kexin found out, how could I face her? Perhaps she wouldn't care now, but how could I then investigate the reasons for Kexin's infidelity? Although my relationship with Fengjun is in the past, and there are reasons not to dwell on it, the unexpected appearance of this child... doesn't that mean I'm now a man with a child marrying Kexin, a single woman? If we consider it that way, is it fair to Kexin? Before I knew it, I had reached the hotel entrance, but after hesitating for a moment, I turned and left, heading home. Reaching the front door, I took out my key and opened it. The familiar aroma of food wafted out. Kexin, however, wasn't sitting at the table waiting for me as usual. Instead, she was standing in the living room. When she heard the door open and saw me, a hint of surprise and relief flashed in her eyes. If she hadn't suppressed her emotions, she might have let out a deep sigh of relief. "You're back... let's eat..." Kexin ran to me, bringing me slippers, her behavior quite obsequious. I mechanically changed my shoes and sat down at the table. Just before I returned, Kexin must have been pacing back and forth in the living room, preparing a delicious meal. She must have been worried about whether I would come back, even though she knew the chances were slim. She still cooked a lavish meal, and her joy at seeing me was indescribable. "Kexin, have you thought about what we should do next?" I asked, sitting at the table without setting the table. "I don't ask for your forgiveness, but I want to atone for my sins with the rest of my life. You can do whatever you want to me."
After saying that, Kexin lowered her head, looking extremely nervous. My every word and action now affected her nervous system, controlling her emotions. "Do you want us as a family of two, or a family of three?" I asked, looking at Kexin. "A family of two..." Kexin hesitated briefly before answering. Everyone hesitates when answering questions, but whether Kexin's hesitation was acceptance or consideration of Sijian, I couldn't tell. "Okay..." I had already made up my mind. Although I knew what Kexin would answer, I still wanted to see her attitude. Although she hesitated very briefly, she seemed accepting. As for Sijian, I'd arrange for him to stay away for a while; he needed psychological correction and treatment. I didn't speak or eat. Instead, I slowly changed my shoes and left the room. "You...where are you going?" Kexin rushed to my side, her hands outstretched, trying to grab me, but they remained frozen in mid-air. Her voice trembled; my previous answer hadn't given her the answer she wanted. I didn't reply to Kexin and simply walked out of the room. Unlike when I came back, I didn't walk; instead, I took a taxi straight to the villa. When I arrived, thankfully, Leng Bing Shuang wasn't out. She was surprised to see me, but Si Jian wasn't there. "Come with me..." I said to Leng Bing Shuang and we went straight to the study. Leng Bing Shuang obediently followed behind me. "You already know about Si Jian's problem, right?" I didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point. "I know part of it..." Leng Bing Shuang seemed a little hesitant to face me. "Don't send Si Jian abroad for now..." I stated my decision directly. "Why? Just because he's yours...you know, it's dangerous for you to keep him with you. What will you do?" Hearing my decision, Leng Bing Shuang became very agitated, seemingly eager to dissuade me. "At least I owe him and his mother. Don't send him abroad yet. Find the best psychologist to treat him, please..." I felt a little embarrassed for troubling Leng Bing Shuang again and again; after all, in my heart, Leng Bing Shuang and I were not related. "Xu Jian, you need to understand that not every illness in the world can be cured. Si Jian's chances of turning things around are slim. He's grown up, like a square watermelon. If you try to change it before it's ripe, and you wait until it's ripe to try to change its shape, there's only one way to change it, and that's to destroy it." Leng Bing Shuang's words were cold, which suited her temperament perfectly. "I have to try. For Feng Jun's sake, I must save him. Better late than never..."
After saying this, I turned to leave. "Then during this time..." A cold, icy voice sounded behind me... "Once she feels it's healed, send him back..." I returned home. Kexin was still sitting at the dining table. She only reacted after I entered. Her face was streaked with tears; she must have been crying for a long time. After I came in, she quickly wiped her tears with her sleeve. In the past, Kexin would always use a handkerchief or tissue to wipe her face; wiping her face with her sleeve like this was something she would never have done before. That night, I slept at home again, on the sofa. When I got up in the middle of the night, Kexin was still lying on the floor next to the sofa. She seemed to feel cold in her sleep, her body curled up in a ball, and the only blanket in the house was now covering me. I didn't say anything, just covered Kexin with the blanket again, then went to the bathroom. When I came out, Kexin's body had finally relaxed, and her breathing was more even. I sighed, thought for a moment, then gently picked Kexin up from the floor and slowly walked to the bedroom, gently placing her on the bed. Throughout this process, Kexin didn't wake up; she was truly exhausted.
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