Zhuo Jian understood even more that Fu Yanye must take Chengcheng away.
Her tear-stained face lowered slightly, and she took another look at the baby son in her arms.
She has been worrying about gains and losses since she met Chengcheng. She knew that the incident would come to light, and she knew that she would have to make a decision sooner or later.
Which mother would be willing to give up the flesh that falls off her body?
But she had no choice.
Fortunately, he was living well, and whether he followed her or the Fu family, she thought, he would grow up well.
Zhuo Jian hugged Chengcheng into her arms again, and then looked at Fu Yanye: "Can you let him sleep before taking him away?"
"cannot."
Fu Yanye said coldly.
Zhuo Jian almost cried. She didn't expect him to be so cruel.
Zhuo Jian hugged Chengcheng and held back her tears, then looked at Chang Xia and said, "Come here."
Chang Xia walked over in small steps, a little reluctantly, and called her softly, "Madam?"
"Take good care of him."
Zhuo Jian warned her softly.
Chang Xia took Chengcheng from her arms, lowered her head reluctantly, and nodded silently.
None of them could resist Fu Yanye, no matter what.
Fu Yanye stopped looking at her.
"Let's go."
She clenched her fists and endured the muffled sounds of pain.
Chang Xia didn't stay any longer and walked out holding Cheng Cheng.
It seems like a destined separation.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look back.
Chengcheng was very obedient in Chang Xia's arms and just turned around and called her, "Mom."
Zhuo Jian lowered his head, but his body was trembling continuously.
Sheng Xin walked over, took her into his arms, and turned to look at Fu Yanye: "You will regret letting her do this."
Fu Yanye ignored him at all. When he saw Chengcheng being hugged by Chang Xia, he just reached out and hugged Chengcheng.
Chengcheng did not resist, tentatively stretched out her hands twice, and then really put her arms around his neck and let him hold her.
Fu Yanye didn't say a word, but with rare tenderness in his eyes, he immediately turned around and left with Chengcheng in his arms.
Everyone retreated, leaving only themselves at home.
Zhuo Jian had already burst into tears, but she was still stubborn and refused to cry.
She hates him, she hates him more and more.
What qualifications does he have to snatch her son away from her?
Sheng Xin hugged her tightly and said, "With Chang Xia here, you will meet again."
Zhuo Jian didn't respond. There was blood clogged in her chest, making her tremble violently.
Chang Xia followed Fu Yanye out, but before getting in the car, she couldn't help but ask him: "Boss, do you really want to take the young master away from your wife?"
"The young master is the young master of the Fu family. Am I the one who takes over?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
Chang Xia looked at him, a little anxious but didn't dare to say anything, and turned to look inside.
"I just want my child back."
Fu Yanye lowered his head and looked at Chengcheng. He had grown up, but he had not forgotten the pain of this year.
Chang Xia said: "Actually, Madam, she is very pitiful."
"If you want to stay, just stay."
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hugged Chengcheng and got into the car.
At this time, Chang Xia knew that she could not stay, so she turned around and got into the car behind her.
"Set off."
After Fu Yanye got in the car, he gave an order to the driver in front of him.
When the car left, he never looked outside again. He just looked out innocently with his big, orange eyes. Soon he looked up at him and called out nonchalantly: "Dad?"
Fu Yanye looked forward, and a layer of warm mist suddenly rose in his cold eyes.