Chapter 65 - He’s A Father Now
Yixuan leaned on the door with hands parked in his pockets, his head almost bumping the door frame. He first looked at the infant in his mother’s arms and then turned to the woman in bed. His lips arched, pulling a more conspicuous smile.
Even someone as cold as him found it difficult to hide away the joy he was feeling to be a father.
He entered the room, his leather shoes clicking against the floor.
“Yixuan, come here. Look at your son. You’re finally a father.” Li presented him the baby, baring her teeth in a wide grin.
Yixuan dipped down to take a good look at the baby, his eyes much warmer compared to his habitual frosty gaze. He touched the baby’s pink little face, caressing the newborn’s slightly crumpled skin.
He might have used too much strength, though, as the next second the baby burst out crying.
“So clumsy,” Li scolded her son, taking the baby away from the man, for fear of any more careless gesture from him.
Only till then did Yixuan approached the bed and paid attention to Yuwei.
She was making every effort to give him a smile in spite of pain, her whitened lips pursed tightly together. She met the man’s eyes, her eyes full of hope.
“Yixuan…” she called out his name, reaching for his hand.
Yixuan took the white supple hand in his, warmth streaming through their fingertips.
“Does it still hurt?” His other hand wiped strands of hair from her cheek.
Realizing this is their cue, the two’s mothers left the room.
Yuwei first gave a firm nod, and then immediately followed with her head shaking. Yes, it still hurt, but it was nothing compared to the exhilaration of seeing her husband being so gentle. She wished this moment could last for an eternity.
“Thank you, Yuwei…” A sense of guilt bubbled up in him while he softly skimmed her naturally beautiful face, though seemingly a bit worn out at that instant.
This woman gave birth to his child, after all, and yet he had been giving her cold treatment the entire pregnancy and never fulfilled a husband’s responsibility in taking care of her.
“It’s okay, Yixuan. I’m happy, for having your baby,” she said, her chin raised.
Yixuan closed his eyes, and looked more scrutable when he opened them again. Someone had said something similar to him before.
Four years before, a girl told him:
Yixuan, I’m happy, for marrying you and being your wife.
(I’m sorry, Yanyan. I hope you are well.)
In an attempt to oppress the engulfing sorrow storming out from inside, he gave a firmer grip to the hand in his.
“You’re hurting me, Yixuan,” Yuwei groaned, curiously looking at the man who just showed an obvious turn in emotion.
Yixuan let go of her hand right away, his eyes shifting back to a gentle gaze.
“What do you want, Yuwei?” He asked his wife.
Before they came her his mother had reminded him of buying a gift for Yuwei, but he wasn’t sure what she’d like.