Ruan Xingwan looked away, avoiding his gaze: "Just... that's about it, what else can there be."
Zhou Cishen pinched her chin, forced her gaze to turn around, and said slowly: "It seems that you don't know me clearly enough."
Just as the man's thin lips were about to fall, Ruan Xingwan pushed him away: "Get up, I want to tell you something."
"Why do you have to get up and talk about it?"
Ruan Xingwan: "..."
She twisted her hand on Zhou Cishen's waist, and the latter groaned.
Ruan Xingwan took the opportunity to crawl out from under him and got out of bed.
She searched around the room but couldn't find paper or pen.
Zhou Cishen sat on the edge of the bed, with his hands behind his back, his eyes following her figure: "What are you looking for?"
"Paper and pen, do you have any?"
"No, call the front desk and ask them to deliver it."
right.
Ruan Xingwan walked to the bedside and dialed the phone to the front desk.
Ten minutes later, the hotel staff brought paper and pencils.
Ruan Xingwan sat on the sofa, calmed down, and quickly sketched lines on the paper.
After a while, Zhou Cishen sat next to her, hugged her waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder: "What are you drawing? Don't you want to tell me something?"
Ruan Xingwan said: "It will be fine soon."
As she said that, she patted the hand on her waist again and said seriously and solemnly, "Let go."
Zhou Cishen could only take his hands back, lean on the sofa behind him, and watch her paint.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, a man's face appeared on the white paper, and Ruan Xingwan added details more carefully.
Zhou Ci's eyes fell on the drawing paper, and his black eyes narrowed.
He said abruptly: "Didn't I see you being so serious when you were painting me?"
Ruan Xingwan: "..."
Looking at the almost completed painting in front of him, Ruan Xingwan placed it in front of Zhou Cishen: "This is Jiang Shanghan."
"I guessed it, so it's hard for me to understand why you said it's similar to me."
Ruan Xingwan's eyelids twitched and she looked at him expressionlessly.
Zhou Cishen said: "You continue."
"Maybe I didn't draw his expression, but I think..." Ruan Xingwan was silent before continuing, "From a certain perspective, he is somewhat similar to you."
"Are you trying to say that he is another illegitimate son left behind by the old man?"
"That's why we should look like Zhou Junnian. What does that have to do with you!"
Zhou Cishen raised his eyebrows: "Really?"
Ruan Xingwan was too lazy to pay attention to him and added: "I heard you say before that you have never met any other relatives except Aunt Xu, so I was wondering if..."
Zhou Cishen rubbed her hair: "Baby, you think too much. The reason you haven't seen them is because they are all dead."
Ruan Xingwan was stunned for a few seconds: "But didn't you say that you haven't asked Aunt Xu about this?"
"I didn't ask, but I checked."
After a long while, Ruan Xingwan said, "Maybe I'm overthinking it."
She had only met Jiang Shanghan a few times and felt that he looked like Zhou Cishen, but that was only the moment when she first met him. It might just be an illusion.
"It's getting late, go to sleep."
Zhou Cishen looked at the drawing paper placed on the coffee table, his eyes darkened a bit, and his thin lips pursed slightly.
Ruan Xingwan did a very good job of painting and also captured Jiang Shanghan's expression.
Zhou Cishen still had work to deal with in Nancheng, so he went directly to the living room outside.
Ruan Xing lay in bed at night, unable to sleep at all.
She turned around several times, took out her cell phone and dialed Jiang Yuan's number.
After the call was connected, she held her breath and said, "It's me, my child. Is he okay now?"
Jiang Yuan said: "I had another checkup today. The condition is now stable, and we are also formulating a treatment plan.
This...is good news?"
"That's it, thank you."
"You're welcome, I still have something to do, so I'll hang up first."
"good."
Putting away her phone, Ruan Xingwan looked out the window, her extremely uneasy heart finally calming down.
At least, everything is moving in a good direction now.
Within a few minutes, Ruan Xingwan's cell phone rang several times. He opened it and saw that it was a message from Jiang Yuan.
Two photos of the little guy.
One shows him sitting in the crib, tugging on the ears of a small toy.
One picture shows him sleeping with his little fists clenched.
Ruan Xingwan saved these two photos and looked at them reluctantly for most of the night before falling asleep.
It wasn't until the breathing in the bedroom became even that Zhou Cishen put down the documents in his hands, got up and walked to the balcony, dialing Xu Yue's number, but there was the sound of his phone being turned off.
Zhou Cishen looked grim and dialed Lin Nan's number again: "Is there any news from Mucheng?"
"No, Mr. Zhou, has something happened to Mrs. Xu?"
"Tomorrow morning, let someone go over and take a look."
"OK."
Zhou Ci was silent for a moment and then said: "Let the people over there in Nancheng check my mother's identity and background.
And, her relationship with Jiangzhou."
On the other end of the phone, Lin Nan was stunned and immediately responded: "I'll give the order now."
Zhou Cishen hummed, put away his phone, and looked into the distance.
There were no people on the riverside at this moment, only the ferry in the distance was glowing faintly.
…
Ruan Xing slept until midnight and felt that there was someone else beside her. She opened her eyes drowsily and was not sure whether she had forgiven him or not.
Before she could make any move, Zhou Cishen had already pulled her into his arms and said in a tired voice: "Close your eyes and continue to sleep."
Ruan Xingwan closed her eyes again in a daze and continued to sleep. The man became even more aggressive, reaching into her pajamas and wrapping his arms around her slender waist.
I don't know if it was because he slept too much in the past two days, but Ruan Xing woke up late at night. He was no longer as soft as yesterday, and felt full of energy and strength.
She looked at the man who was still sleeping next to her, and gently touched his frowning brow with her hand.
In fact, how could she blame Zhou Cishen?
Those truths that she knew very well.
After all, it was because she was angry that she had been close to the edge of the truth countless times, but was easily fooled by him. She was also on the verge of emotional collapse.
But if she really takes the child back, she won't be able to give the little guy the protection that Zhou Cishen can give him.
In the past, she often felt that the existence of this child was meaningless to Zhou Cishen. For him, it was a burden and a shackle, and it was a burden that she was eager to give up.
Until the child fell ill and went to Jiangzhou.
Only then did she realize that Zhou Cishen cared about her children far beyond her knowledge.
It's just a different way of expressing it.
Zhou Cishen's personality has been like this since he was a child, hard-spoken and soft-hearted.
Although he said he disliked it, he paid less than anyone else.
From the time the child was born to now, he has been responsible for everything alone.