Although he was still young, little kids were usually sensitive. He liked his mom, but his mom hadnât liked him. In the past, she wouldnât kiss him, hug him, or play with him.
Song Tingshen put away his smile and patiently explained, âLittle Wang, do you know how you were born? It was really hard on your mom when she was pregnant with you. And when you wanted to come out, she was in painful labor for over ten hours before you came out. Dad didnât have to suffer hardship or experience that type of pain. Your mom does like you, but we need to give her more time. Okay?â
There was never a time when Song Tingshen spoke badly about Ruan Xia in front of their son.
It was because he didnât feel qualified. As a man, he never felt or experienced the hardship of pregnancy and the pain of childbirth. So, on what basis, could he accuse Ruan Xia of being a bad mother?
Once Little Wang heard these words, he nervously asked, âIs mom still in pain?â
âDad doesnât know.â Song Tingshen paused. âSo, you have to be better behaved in the future. Donât make mom angry and donât suspect that she doesnât like you. Okay?â
Little Wang immediately nodded. âOkay!â
Little children always had lots of questions. After a break that only lasted a few minutes, he went back to giving Song Tingshen a hard time again. âDad, do you think mom likes you?â
On one hand, Song Tingshen felt that it wouldnât be good to honestly answer this question. But, he didnât feel comfortable betraying his conscience and lying to his son.
After over ten seconds of thinking, he could only answer with, âDad doesnât know.â
Little Wang gave his dad a disdainful look. âYouâre so stupid. You donât even know. I know that mom likes me now, and I know dad likes me too. Grandpa and grandma like me too.â
Song Tingshen humbly accepted the criticism. âDad really isnât as smart as you in this aspect.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âDo you like mom?â Little Wang tossed him another difficult question.
Song Tingshen covered Little Wangâs raised belly with the bath towel. âQuestion and answer time is over.â
âItâs not over. Dad, do you like mom?â Little Wang grabbed his hand and stared at him with a pair of inquisitive eyes.
Little Wang looked a lot like his mother. For a moment, Song Tingshen felt as if Ruan Xia was the one asking him this question.
â... Dad doesnât know.â
Little Wang smacked the surface of the water with his chubby hand. âDad, why donât you know anything?â
Song Tingshen calmly raised his hand and wiped away the water that had splashed onto his face. âDad is human too. There are times when I donât know things.â
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Ruan Xia had no idea that Song Tingshen and Little Wang would have such a conversation. Of course, if Little Wang had tossed that same question to her, she could only answer that she didnât know.
After she had just taken a shower and felt refreshed as she walked out of her bathroom, Song Tingshen brought Little Wang over to her.
Although Little Wang had originally said he would equally divide his time between his parents, by this point, it was obvious that he slept with his mom a lot more. It wouldnât be easy for Ruan Xia to protest. If she protested too much, it would hurt this chubby kidâs feelings. And, it was so easy to want to protect this chubby kid from distress.