That evening, Ruan Xia asked Little Wang to sleep over in Song Tingshen’s room so she could have one night’s break. Little Wang very reluctantly agreed.

  Little Wang was only wearing cartoon underwear. His little legs were slowly moving, and he kept looking back. “Mom, you really don’t want me to sleep with you? You won’t be scared without me?”


  Seemingly unselfish and unbiased, Ruan Xia shook her head. “No need, I won’t be scared. Go look for your dad.”


  Little Wang deeply sighed like a little adult. “You’re not reluctant to part with me at all. Never mind, I’ll go.”


  He left right after saying that.

  Ruan Xia was very amused by him.

  Before Ruan Xia’s behavior had taken a turn, Little Wang and Song Tingshen had an extremely good relationship. However, in a parent-child relationship, a father truly couldn’t 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 Tingshen’s spot in Little Wang’s heart had quietly moved a bit.

  Of course, in Little Wang’s 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 today’s wedding and asked, “Dad, did you and mom have a wedding too?”


  Song Tingshen was currently tidying up his desk. Hearing these words, he nodded. “Yes.”


  It was only that Ruan Xia and his wedding wasn’t warm and romantic like Li Yuanhang’s. 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.

  “Why didn’t you take me along?” Little Wang asked.

  Song Tingshen laughed. He answered, “You weren’t born yet, so of course you didn’t see the wedding and we couldn’t bring you there.”


  “Then where was I?” At three-year-old, children were most keen to learn new things. At this age, children would be interested in everything. Often, adults wouldn’t 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 didn’t want to lie to Little Wang.

  He seriously thought about it before answering, “At that time, you were in your mom’s belly.”


  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 wasn’t 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. “Does Uncle Li’s bride have a baby in her belly too?”


  Song Tingshen: “.…… No.”


  Little Wang asked, “Oh. Hmm, then why did your bride’s belly have me?”


  As it turned out, not all brides had babies in their bellies.

  Song Tingshen: “.…… That’s because……” He paused. Looking at his utterly guileless son, he slowly answered, “You’re an especially fast swimmer. You have tenacious vitality. En, you’re very amazing and awesome.”