The little guy buried his head deeper the moment he saw his biological dad recoil, yet he was not entirely in despair, for a warm, large hand had already drawn him into the warmest embrace in the same instant—more solid than his mother's, capable of shielding him from all the storms of the world. This was his now and future dad.
"Dongzi," Zhao Wensheng soothed gently beside his little ear.
Just like Mrs. Zhao, he was very fond of the little guy, because Dongzi resembled who he had been in the past, and Cheng Siquan, the incompetent father, was the equivalent of depriving the child of a dad.
After a sniffle and a wipe of his face, Dongzi looked up: "Can dad and mom get married now?"
The child had actually started calling him dad.
Delight couldn't help but spread across Zhao Wensheng's gentlemanly and sly handsome face; with his other hand, he took hold of his fiancée: "Let's go."
