Ji Yunhuan followed the female housekeeper into the house. The baby was in the living room, placed in the cradle, being coaxed by a servant. He was crying terribly, to no avail.
Ji Yunhuan listened to the baby's cries, and her heart tightened.
She picked the child up from the cradle, soothing him gently. Facing her own child, in such a scene, her heart ached unbearably.
If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have had this child with Qi Cheng.
Since she didn't know from the start, why did she have to find out now?
Everything was fate, beyond her control.
Qi Cheng followed her in, watching her hold the child and stand there. He felt a slight relief. Luckily, they had this child.
If it had been earlier, he might have had no hope with her at all.
But now, he knew the child would be his hope.
Ji Yunhuan sat down on the sofa, and Qi Cheng followed.
He approached and sat on the sofa opposite her, carefully observing Ji Yunhuan's reaction.
