That evening, Ruan Xia asked Little Wang to sleep over in Song Tingshenâs room so she could have one nightâs break. Little Wang very reluctantly agreed.
Little Wang was only wearing cartoon underwear. His little legs were slowly moving, and he kept looking back. âMom, you really donât want me to sleep with you? You wonât be scared without me?â
Seemingly unselfish and unbiased, Ruan Xia shook her head. âNo need, I wonât be scared. Go look for your dad.â
Little Wang deeply sighed like a little adult. âYouâre not reluctant to part with me at all. Never mind, Iâll go.â
He left right after saying that.
Ruan Xia was very amused by him.
Before Ruan Xiaâs behavior had taken a turn, Little Wang and Song Tingshen had an extremely good relationship. However, in a parent-child relationship, a father truly couldnât replace the role of the mother. A child had an innate sense of dependence and nostalgic love for his or her mother. And so, after Ruan Xia had changed and was willing to be close to Little Wang, Song Tingshenâs spot in Little Wangâs heart had quietly moved a bit.
Of course, in Little Wangâs heart, it would be perfect if he could sleep with his dad and mom.
Sitting in bed and with his back leaning on a pillow, Little Wang thought of todayâs wedding and asked, âDad, did you and mom have a wedding too?â
Song Tingshen was currently tidying up his desk. Hearing these words, he nodded. âYes.â
It was only that Ruan Xia and his wedding wasnât warm and romantic like Li Yuanhangâs. Neither of them truly loved the other. Even when they were making their vows, it was like they were reading a textbook. There was no sense of real feelings. Now that he was thinking about it, their wedding had been utterly dull.
âWhy didnât you take me along?â Little Wang asked.
Song Tingshen laughed. He answered, âYou werenât born yet, so of course you didnât see the wedding and we couldnât bring you there.â
âThen where was I?â At three-year-old, children were most keen to learn new things. At this age, children would be interested in everything. Often, adults wouldnât know how to answer the question they asked.
Even though Little Wang was only three years old and it would be easy to deceive him, Song Tingshen didnât want to lie to Little Wang.
He seriously thought about it before answering, âAt that time, you were in your momâs belly.â
A shotgun wedding was no longer a novel thing in modern society. When a couple got married, relatives on both sides would probingly ask if the woman was pregnant. This wasnât anything bad. On the contrary, a pregnancy would be something to celebrate for many families. Even so, Song Tingshen still felt awkward straightforwardly admitting to his young son that his parents had bought their tickets after getting on the bus.
Little Wang asked another question. âDoes Uncle Liâs bride have a baby in her belly too?â
Song Tingshen: â... No.â
Little Wang asked, âOh. Hmm, then why did your brideâs belly have me?â
As it turned out, not all brides had babies in their bellies.
Song Tingshen: â.... Thatâs because...â He paused. Looking at his utterly guileless son, he slowly answered, âYouâre an especially fast swimmer. You have tenacious vitality. En, youâre very amazing and awesome.â