Chapter 3 The So-called Father

Chapter 3 the so-called father

Su Ran was stunned. In fact, they had decided to carry out this final plan, so Song Weixi didn't have to stay in the hospital, because they had to wait for the day when she was pregnant and gave birth.

"Yeah." Su Ran touched his little face and said, "Let's have breakfast, shall we?"

She wanted to go over and pour the porridge into the bowl, but Song Weixi's little hand pulled her sleeve. She looked back at him, and he pointed to the person standing at the door.

Song Weixi had always been smart. Madam song had mentioned to him that his father was coming back to see him, and now there was a strange man at the door. In fact, he guessed that it should be his father.

Song Tingyu had actually seen a picture of Song Weixi before, and the song family sent it to him. Because this child was conceived by Su Ran after he was designed, not what he expected, he didn't feel much at that time. But today, standing in front of him and facing him face to face, he realized that there was still something touched in his heart.

Blood is a wonderful thing after all.

Song Tingyu walked up to him. Song Weixi looked up at him and said, "Are you my father?"

Song Tingyu curled his lips and nodded, "Yes, I'm your father."

Song Weixi met his father for the first time since he was born. First, he asked for justice for his mother, "Why didn't you come back to see my mother and me for four years?"

Su Ran did not expect him to ask this question and quickly hugged him, "Vichy, this is between adults. You're still young. Don't worry. It's not what you think."

Song Tingyu listened to Su Ran's words and looked at her beautiful face. His eyes flashed with cold light. He felt that this woman was just pretending. How could a child as young as Song Weixi talk to him like that the first time they met? She must have said a lot about him in front of him, and since she had done that, what was she still pretending to do in front of him?

Su Ran noticed the sarcastic smile on his lips, but he knew he always hated her, so she didn't feel anything.

Back then, he had always thought that she and her father were conspiring against him, but he didn't know that she was also a victim.

But what's the use of saying that to him? He didn't want to hear or believe what she said.

"Come on, Vichy, let's have breakfast first." After a while, the millet porridge was now warm and suitable. Su Ran hugged Song Weixi and wanted to feed him, but the little guy was independent from a young age and wanted to eat it himself.

Su Ran had no choice but to pass him the spoon, "Eat carefully."

Song Weixi still needed her to handle the discharge. She glanced at Song Tingyu, "You stay here with him. I'll help him with the discharge procedures."

After Su Ran left, Song Tingyu pulled over a chair and sat down in front of Song Weixi's bed. This was the first time he looked at Song Weixi, his son, seriously.

Song Weixi was eating porridge and felt that someone was looking at him. He raised his little face and wrinkled his little nose, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Song Weixi, I'm your father." Song Tingyu reiterated.

Song Weixi took a mouthful of porridge and puffed up his mouth, "I can have my mother."

This little guy is full of hostility to himself...

Song Tingyu was not good with children, and Song Weixi rejected him as his so-called father, so the time they spent together was almost zero communication.

When Su Ran came back from the formalities, he opened the door and saw the father and son sitting together, staring at each other.

When Song Weixi and Song Tingyu were together, they didn't like to talk much. They almost did their own things, but when Su Ran came in, he looked completely different.

A smile appeared on her small face and she waved at su ran, "Mom."

Su Ran walked in without looking at Song Tingyu, who was sitting by the side. He picked Song Weixi up, took out his clothes and changed into his hospital gown.

"Mom, am I really ready to leave the hospital?" Song Weixi was so excited that his big eyes sparkled.

"Yes, the doctor said you can leave the hospital. We can leave after changing." Su ran rubbed his head with her hand and smiled gently.

"Great, I can finally leave here." Song Weixi clapped her little hands and there was a small pear pit on her cheek when she smiled.

After helping song Vichy change, Su Ran was busy packing with the nanny again.

Song Weixi, on the other hand, squatted down to play with his toy train.

Song Tingyu just sat there and watched the mother and son busy with their own business. He seemed to be treated as a transparent person.

After packing her things, Su Ran handed her luggage to Song Tingyu. The nanny beside her said quickly, "Young madam, let me do it."

Su Ran shook his head, "You can't take so much."

Song Tingyu raised an eyebrow. This woman took herself as a laborer, but he still reached out to take the luggage.

Su Ran followed him with Song Weixi in his arms. Song Weixi had not left the hospital for a long time. He was much better when he learned that he could be discharged today.

Before because of physical reasons, he always liked to sleep, but today he was not sleepy at all. On the way back, he sat in Su Ran's arms and asked her to explain the story of "Journey to the west."

Su Ran's mother was a woman from the south of the yangtze river. From her mother, she inherited the unique soft and quiet voice of a woman from the south of the yangtze river.

Along the way, her soft voice echoed in the car. Song Tingyu saw the picture from the mirror in the front seat of the car. Song Weixi's little head rested on Su Ran's shoulder and listened attentively to her story.

Su Ran looked very classical and gentle, but Song Tingyu thought it was just the surface, but in fact, she was deep in thought and scheming.

Otherwise, how could she marry him?

When she returned to the The song family, Mrs. Song waved at Song Weixi as soon as she saw her, "Vichy, come over to great-grandmother."

Song Weixi immediately went over obediently. Madam song talked to him for a while, and when he saw the housekeeper bring the things in, he ordered, "Old chen, ask the servant to clean up the little master's things and bring them to the room that was prepared before."

Before Song Tingyu came back, Song Weixi lived with Su Ran. Now he came back, and with that reason, Madam song wanted them to live together.

Song Weixi raised her small face and asked, "Great-grandmother, why can't I live with my mother?"

Madam song rubbed his head and before he could speak, Song Tingyu, who was standing by, said, "No need. I'll move into the guest room..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Madam song interrupted with a cold face, "Nonsense, you don't have a room to live in. Are you moving to a room?" After a pause, he looked at the housekeeper, "Old chen, why don't you move the young master's things to that room?"