He suddenly raised his head and stared at her with a pair of big, innocent eyes.
This was the first time he looked at her and paid attention to her, and An Ruo suddenly felt a huge joy in her heart.
"Kangkang, can you understand what I'm saying?" she asked with a smile.
He looked away again and continued eating. It was as if the glance just now was just a human illusion.
An Ruo was a little disappointed, but still very happy. The fact that he noticed her meant that his condition was not very serious.
When he was full, she took him upstairs to take a bath and rest.
As soon as she left, a servant pulled Aunt Zhou and muttered: "This child looks so much like the young mistress. Do you think he is the young mistress's child?"
Privately, they all call her Miss An Ruo, and only in front of her do they call her Miss An.
It is no longer a secret that An Ruo and the young master's child died in infancy, everyone knows it.
Now that the servant is guessing like this, the implicit meaning is self-evident. She wants to say that this is the child An Ruo had with another man.
Aunt Zhou frowned and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense! If he is the child of the young master and the young mistress, wouldn't the young master know?"
She deliberately couldn't understand what the other party said.
The servant nodded politely, but said without giving up: "But the young mistress insists on adopting this child, and she likes him so much, and they look alike. Don't you find this strange? It seems too coincidental to me."
"I have said that he is not the child of the young master and the young mistress. The child is just a little bit similar to the young mistress. You can see how he looks like the young master. In fact, the child looks like the young mistress's younger brother. The young mistress likes him and insists on adopting him." Zhou
Aunt continued to act stupid.
"Isn't it strange that my nephew looks like my uncle? Some children just don't look like their parents, but they look like..."
"I think you are in a hurry. If Butler Tao hears these words of yours, you will have to be fired."
Frightened by Aunt Zhou, the servant didn't dare to say anything, shut his mouth and went to work honestly.
When Tang Yuchen returned home, he felt the difference in the atmosphere.
He knew that An Ruo had already taken the child back.
Walking upstairs, I gently opened the bedroom door and saw two figures, one big and one small, lying on the bed.
An Ruo turned her back to him, hunched over slightly. Looking from his angle, she could only see half of the child's body.
He leaned against An Ruo, and An Ruo's hand gently held his body. They were as harmonious as mother and son, sleeping soundly.
The man's eyes were stung by this scene, and he turned around and left impatiently.
The child leaning in An Ruo's arms should be their child, not someone else's child. He hated other people's children occupying the position of his child.
But his child is dead, dead...
The jealous man went to the study, where he sat alone and sadly missed his dead son.
It would be great if he was still alive, he would give him everything he has and make him the happiest child in the world.
Anruo woke up after a long sleep and found that Kangkang was already awake.
He crawled to sit up by himself and was playing hard with his feet.
"Kangkang, you are so good. You don't cry even when you wake up." An Ruo hugged him and said with a smile.
Kangkang ignored her, and she happily kissed his cheek.
"Good baby, I will be your mother from now on. Remember, I am your mother."
As soon as these words were spoken, An Ruo's eyes became hot and she felt the urge to cry.
