Tang Zhixia's eyes turned red instantly. She deliberately moved to another place to pick vegetables, and at the same time looked up into the distance, trying to force back the tears that came out of her eyes.
Xi Jiuchen was keenly aware that he made her cry, and immediately said to her back, "I will take Chenchen back to the community."
Tang Zhixia didn't say anything. When she turned around, she saw the tall figure holding her son and walking away.
It took Tang Zhixia a while to control her emotions. She bought a lot of vegetables because she wanted to stay at home with her son for a few days without going downstairs.
When she came out carrying a heavy bag of vegetables, the bodyguard approached her considerately, "Miss Tang, do you need help?"
"No need to thank you." Tang Zhixia smiled gratefully. There was no need for her to be cold to them.
Tang Zhixia carried the food downstairs with some difficulty. She picked up her mobile phone and dialed a certain man's number and asked him to send her son back.
"Hello!" The phone was answered, his deep voice slightly hoarse.
"I'm at the elevator, send Chenchen here!" Tang Zhixia said to him.
"Can we talk?" Xi Jiuchen's voice contained a hint of pleading.
"I don't want to talk." Tang Zhixia refused.
"No matter what my uncle said, my love for you will never change. Tang Zhixia, you are very important to me." The man's voice was affectionate and hoarse.
"Stop talking and return my son to me." Tang Zhixia ordered and hung up the phone.
If she kept talking, her heart, which she had finally built up with great effort, would collapse again.
Nothing is possible between them anymore.
It's impossible in this life.
After a while, at the corner of the woods in the community, Xi Jiuchen led Tang Yuchen over. There were two children, one big and one small, with similar faces, just like his biological father and son.
"Uncle Xi, can you finish your meal before leaving?" the little guy still asked reluctantly.
It seemed like he had asked it several times.
Xi Jiuchen raised his head and looked at a certain woman pleadingly, as if asking her if he could go back to her home? Can he have lunch?
Tang Zhixia subconsciously looked at her son, avoiding the man's eyes, and her tone became a little tougher, "Chenchen, don't be rude. Uncle Xi is very busy, let's not disturb him."
Xi Jiuchen wanted to say something, but was instantly shocked by Tang Zhixia's look, because Tang Zhixia's eyes were cold and warning.
The man could only sigh, squat down and straighten the little guy's collar, and said gently, "Yes, uncle is too busy to go to your house for dinner, maybe next time!"
"When is the next time?" the little guy immediately asked.
"When uncle is not busy."
"Then when are you not busy?" The little guy's immature voice, every word struck his soul.
"I..." The man raised his eyes and looked at Tang Zhixia inquiringly. When he saw Tang Zhixia's expressionless face, he continued to coax the little guy, "I'll probably be busy for a long time."
"Okay, let's go back! He's leaving." Tang Zhixia took his son and carried the vegetables with some difficulty.
At this moment, a big hand suddenly reached out and took her dish, "I'll help you carry it up."
"No need." Tang Zhixia said stubbornly.
But the man insisted on taking the food, regardless of whether she wanted it or not, and said with some resentment, "I'm not so busy that I don't even have time to send you upstairs."