There was nothing wrong with him hating her, but he couldn't bear to let her die.
"Of course I do." She stood up, her eyes clear, "Then please ask the island owner to take me to meet our son."
She emphasized the word "our son" specially and paid special attention to his expression.
Sure enough, Luo Xichen's face immediately stiffened. Complex emotions flashed through his ice-colored eyes, and he snorted heavily.
Following Luo Xichen, Su Wanqing walked out of the room and reached the baby room on the first floor.
Ming fell asleep on the crib, with their little faces pinched together, and his two chubby little paws scratching from time to time, as if he had a nightmare.
The two maids were watching from the side. When they saw Luo Xichen coming in, they immediately lowered their heads. They had an unspeakable fear of this new master.
"Ming——" The moment Su Wanqing saw her son, she trembled with excitement, but she did not dare to call her loudly for fear of waking him up.
The cold defensiveness on her face faded away in an instant. At this moment, she was a completely loving mother, with gentle emotions on her brows and eyes.
She stretched out her right hand, gently touched his forehead, and whispered softly: "Son, mother is here to see you."
Ming, who was shaking in his sleep, seemed to feel his mother's touch. His restless little hand automatically grasped Su Wanqing's big hand. He blew a bubble from his mouth and his frown gradually relaxed.
Luo Xichen looked at this scene and suddenly felt a little dazed. The anger on his face dissipated unconsciously.
Just a year ago, such a scene was what he always wanted in life. The woman he loved, and the children he and his lover had, a family of three, living in harmony.
But the cruel reality stood there abruptly, creating a gap between him and the mother and son.
Luo Xichen didn't even dare to take a step forward. At this moment, his face was completely disfigured and terrifying, and he was so incompatible with the beautiful mother and son.
He still remembered that the night he brought Ming back in his arms, his son had been crying, crying hysterically, especially when he saw him.
There was too much hatred and evil spirit in his heart, and even his children didn't like to be in contact with him.
The gentle and smiling Su Wanqing in front of her was the Su Wanqing that Luo Xichen was really familiar with. At that time, she also smiled softly, snuggled into his arms, and kissed him passionately.
Since when, the two of them have changed unknowingly, and their relationship is full of holes.
After about ten minutes, Ming stirred, stretched his legs, and slowly opened his eyes, his ice-blue eyes shining with the color of glass.
"Ey-"
When he saw his mother, he happily waved his arms for a hug and giggled.
The smile on Su Wanqing's lips grew stronger and stronger. She stretched out her arms and tried to pick up Ming's chubby little body from the crib, but her left hand was inexplicably unable to use it.
She tried once, thinking her hand had slipped, so she tried again, but unfortunately she still couldn't exert her strength. Her left hand seemed to be useless.
"Ey-"
There was no hug as expected, Ming pouted his little mouth and hummed in displeasure.
Su Wanqing looked at her left hand and gradually frowned, the smile on her face gradually faded, and there was a look of anxiety in her eyes.
"Ming, I'm sorry, mom's hand was injured, I'm sorry..."
Su Wanqing muttered a little incoherently, it shouldn't be like this, even if the wrist is broken and cut, the arm should be able to use strength, at least it should be held by the right arm and supported by the left hand!