After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

The car came to a smooth stop at the entrance of the Shen family villa.

Gu Ziming eagerly opened the car door for Shen Qinghan, watched her walk into the villa, and then breathed a sigh of relief before stepping on the gas and driving away.

arrive home.

Shen Qinghan changed into slippers and sat on the soft leather sofa in the living room.

She touched her slightly protruding belly and began to dream.

Life of a family of four.

She, Gu Ziming, Xinyu, and the baby in her belly who is about to be born.

Isn't this the perfect family she's always dreamed of?

Thinking of this, Shen Qinghan's gaze swept around the hall.

Finally, her gaze fell on the small room at the end of the corridor, with its door tightly closed.

Thinking about Jiang Ye's house, it's probably no longer inhabited.

Now that Jiang Ye has signed the divorce agreement and left with nothing, and that she has also accepted Gu Ziming's marriage proposal.

That room is just an eyesore.

"Wang Ma".

Shen Qinghan called out to the nanny who was busy in the kitchen.

"Oh, Miss, what's wrong?" Aunt Wang came out wiping her hands.

"Go and clean that room at the far end of the first floor."

Shen Qinghan pointed to Jiang Ye's room and gave the order in a calm tone.

"Throw away everything that needs to be thrown away, empty the room, and clean it thoroughly."

"I'm planning to find a designer to take a look and renovate that room, turning it into a nursery. It will be ready to use after my baby is born."

"Yes, Miss, I'll go get ready right away."

Wang Ma nodded, brought over several large black garbage bags, and pushed open the door to Jiang Ye's room.

After working for a while...

"Grandma Wang, what are you doing?"

A childish voice rang out from the doorway.

Shen Xinyu stood at the doorway of the room, holding a plush bear, her big eyes full of confusion.

She looked at the clothes stuffed into the garbage bags and recognized them as Jiang Ye's usual clothes.

The little girl's lips twitched, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"Grandma Wang, why did you throw away Dad's clothes?"

Shen Xinyu ran over and grabbed the black garbage bag tightly, preventing Wang Ma from taking it away.

"Oh dear, little darling, let go of it, it's dirty."

Aunt Wang quickly comforted her, "Your mother asked me to tidy up this room. It's for your future little brother or sister."

Upon hearing this, Shen Xinyu's tears fell in a steady stream.

She dropped the plush bear, turned and ran back to the living room, throwing herself into Shen Qinghan's arms.

"Mom, why are you throwing Dad's things!"

"I miss my dad! Why doesn't he ever come home?"

Shen Xinyu gripped Shen Qinghan's clothes tightly, crying her heart out.

Shen Qinghan was stunned.

She looked at her daughter, who was crying her eyes out in her arms, and felt a surge of annoyance, but mostly helplessness.

She reached out and gently patted Shen Xinyu's back.

"Xinyu, be good, don't cry."

Shen Qinghan patiently coaxed, "That father is gone. He doesn't want us anymore. But it's okay, haven't you always liked Uncle Zimo?"

"Mommy accepted Uncle Zimo's marriage proposal today. From now on, Uncle Zimo will be your new dad. We will live with Uncle Zimo forever, and he will buy you lots and lots of toys."

Shen Qinghan thought that if Gu Ziming was brought up, her daughter would be happy again as before.

After all, when Jiang Ye was at home before, Shen Xinyu always complained that Jiang Ye was poor and incompetent, and called him "Zi Mo Dad" more affectionately than anyone else.

but.

This time, Shen Xinyu's reaction surprised Shen Qinghan.

Shen Xinyu raised her head, her face covered in tears, and looked at Shen Qinghan.

"What about my dad? I want two dads."

"Zimo's dad buys me toys, but... but my dad lets me ride on a big horse, makes me braised pork, and when I'm sick, he holds me all night long..."

"Mommy, I don't want Zimo's dad anymore, I want my dad back!"

Shen Qinghan was deeply moved.

Looking at her daughter's red and swollen eyes from crying, she felt as if something had stabbed her heart.

I don't know why.

Before, she kept calling Jiang Ye "Dad Zimo," but now that they're really going to be together, Shen Xinyu doesn't seem that happy, even though she hasn't seen Jiang Ye for a while.

Shen Qinghan suddenly realized.

Ever since Shen Xinyu had a high fever last time, she seems to have suddenly become much more sensible.

She no longer throws tantrums like before, and no longer demands those expensive toys.

She started staring blankly at Jiang Ye's empty seat while eating; she started asking her mother and father when they would be back before going to bed.

Blood is thicker than water.

No matter how lowly Jiang Ye was in the Shen family, no matter how much he was disliked.

He was, after all, Xinyu's biological father.

That kind of blood-related family bond is something that Gu Ziming can't replace no matter how many toys he buys.

"Words from the Heart..."

Shen Qinghan opened her mouth, but didn't know how to explain the complicated grudges and entanglements between adults to this five-year-old child.

She could only hold her daughter tightly, letting her cry in her arms.

. . . .

the other side.

In Jiang Ye's room, Wang Ma sighed and continued tidying up.

When she opened the bottom drawer of the desk, she found an old kraft paper box inside.

Wang Ma curiously opened the box.

It was a thick, black, old-fashioned photo album.

"Miss, here's a photo album. Are you going to throw it away?" Aunt Wang asked as she walked into the living room, holding the album.

After comforting Shen Xinyu, who was exhausted from crying, Shen Qinghan looked up and glanced at the photo album.

"Bring it here so I can take a look."

Shen Qinghan took the photo album and turned to the first page.

The first few pages contain some of the few family photos of the three of them.

In the photos, Jiang Ye always stands at the very edge, his smile appearing somewhat forced and ingratiating.

Shen Qinghan and Shen Xinyu, on the other hand, looked extremely impatient.

Shen Qinghan continued flipping through the pages.

However, the further she flipped through the pages, the more her brows furrowed.

There are also many photos of Shen Qinghan and Shen Xinyu from behind in different settings.

There was a silhouette of Shen Qinghan, dressed in business attire and high heels, hurrying into the company building.

There is a picture of Shen Qinghan, pregnant and walking in the community garden.

There is a picture of Shen Xinyu, just learning to walk, wobbling as she ran forward.

There is a picture of Shen Xinyu carrying her little schoolbag and walking into the kindergarten gate.

The camera silently follows the mother and daughter as they stroll hand in hand.

Shen Qinghan looked at the photos and the densely packed handwriting.

She suddenly realized that in these seven years, Jiang Ye had never been qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with them. He could only ever be a humble shadow, following behind them, silently watching over them and protecting them.

He recorded every little detail of this family in this almost humble way.

An indescribable bitterness and guilt surged into Shen Qinghan's heart like a tide.

Her hand holding the photo album began to tremble slightly.

Finally, she couldn't resist calling Jiang Ye.

. . . . .