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Chapter 755: It’s him! It’s him!

Chapter 755: Chapter 755: It’s him! It’s him!

After triggering their son, the little boy concisely recounted the situation at the time. His train of thought was clear, showing no signs of forgetfulness whatsoever.

That is to say, his continuous silence was not due to genuine forgetfulness, but rather his subconscious hiding the memories deeper.

If it wasn’t for Doctor Zhao gently prompting him to dig out these buried memories, hidden in the depths of his heart, they would eventually decay. His emotional wounds would remain forever untreated, resulting in unthinkable consequences.

In the end, Doctor Zhao placed a photo supplied by Yan Ting in front of the child, causing his previously settled expression to be replaced with shock. The boy started shaking again.

He suddenly burst into tears again, pointing to the photo with trembling fingers, and cried loudly.

"It’s him! It’s him! It’s really him!"

The sight of his weeping son on the screen filled Eldest Young Master Yan’s heart with a pain as sharp as if it was being sliced with a knife.

At that moment, he almost hated himself. Why didn’t he slay that man when he had the chance?!

By not doing so, he had given him the opportunity to harm his family again, and again, and again!

"We already have a general understanding of what happened from our son’s account. The rest is up to you!"

After instructing the Chief of the L City Police Department, Yan Ting and Eldest Young Master Yan left together.

Next, the Chief and his reliable assistants would conduct some targeted questioning and interrogation on Doctor Zhao. This is indeed not the business of Eldest Young Master Yan.

Yan Ting had to go to work, while Eldest Young Master went directly back to the Yan Family home.

"Grandpa and grandma, where are Ying’er and our son?" Eldest Young Master knew that his son was still asleep, but he pretended to be unaware and asked the elder Yans, who were sitting under the eaves drinking tea.

The moment the grandmother saw him, she hurriedly held his hand and anxiously asked, "Xiao Han, why is the child crying so violently? His eyes are as swollen as peaches, it’s heartbreaking for us to watch!"

Grandfather Yan didn’t have the patience of his wife. He squinted at his grandson, "You must have bullied him, right?"

Eldest Young Master Yan didn’t respond, "Grandma, where is our son now?"

"He’s in his bedroom. Ying’er has been with him the entire time and hasn’t come out once. She’s barely spoken a few words. Looking at her, it seems she is heartbroken too!"

With regards to the elderly couple’s rambling, Eldest Young Master replied with an appeasing smile, then he strode into the bedroom.

His bedroom was hardly large. Upon entering, you could immediately see Zhu Qianying lying sideways on the bed, holding their son.

Upon hearing the noise, the mother and son on the bed didn’t move at all!

Eldest Young Master initially thought Zhu Qianying was asleep too, but as he got closer, he found that she was actually awake. She was gazing intensively at their soundly sleeping son, with a look so focused it was heart-rending!

As if, she was afraid that the moment she blinked, the little boy in front of her would suddenly disappear.

Eldest Young Master Yan laid down gently next to the son, facing Zhu Qianying. He reached over, pulling his son and wife into his arms.

Lowering his head, he first kissed the top of his precious son’s head, then leaned over, kissing Zhu Qianying’s forehead.

"Baby, it’s all over now..." His voice, like a mesmerizing lullaby possessing a calming quality, brought an unusually tranquil Zhu Qianying back to reality. She slowly lifted her eyes.

Ever since Zhu Qianying returned, she had maintained this position, holding their son and lying quietly.

It seemed like she had sunk into some sort of meditative vortex, where everything outside no longer existed. Her heart and eyes were filled with their child, unable to accept anything else.

It wasn’t until she heard Eldest Young Master Yan’s voice, like a cool sharp wind, breezing through her meditative barriers and giving her a sense of vital relief just when she was on the verge of suffocation.

Zhu Qianying stared at Eldest Young Master Yan for a few seconds, then lowered her eyes again, gazing at their deeply sleeping child in her arms, softly sighing, "His eyes are puffy from crying..."

Eldest Young Master Yan placed his warm hand on her face, "Hmm, it’s good that he cried. Keeping it in would only hurt him."

Although seeing their son crying on the screen made him very upset, he understood that this hysterical crying was the best method of emotional catharsis. It would be better once he cried it out.

Zhu Qianying nodded, her lips gently landing on the child’s beautiful forehead.

After the kiss, she wrestled out of Eldest Young Master Yan’s embrace and sat up using the bed as support.

Eldest Young Master Yan knew that she was probably curious about the conversation between Doctor Zhao and their son.

On the way back, Eldest Young Master Yan had already thought about how to explain the matter to her.

The two softly got off the bed and walked as far away from the bed as possible, standing by the window.

Eldest Young Master Yan conveyed in detail the information their son had relayed to Zhu Qianying, but he didn’t mention his son’s two bouts of sobbing out of fear that she wouldn’t be able to cope.

After hearing everything, Zhu Qianying quietly leaned in, burying her head in his chest, but didn’t say a word.

Eldest Young Master Yan held her by the waist with both hands, laying his chin on her head, also silent.

The two remained silent, but each could feel the other’s body warmth and heartbeat from their embracing bodies.

After an unknown length of time, Eldest Young Master Yan felt the person in his arms gently trembling, first the shoulders, then the whole body.

Soon, his chest could clearly feel the wetness and coolness.

Contrasting with their son’s loud weeping, she seemed to be crying silently, but there were a lot of tears. He could feel the damp coolness quickly spreading from his chest to his abdomen.

He moved his hand to her back and stroked lightly, but still kept silent.

Because he knew that she, too, needed to have a good cry.

Their son had kept his feelings bottled up for more than ten days.

On the other hand, Zhu Qianying’s crying might have been kept inside for five years, maybe even longer!

Zhu Qianying buried her head in Eldest Young Master Yan’s chest, weeping as if the world had darkened.

All her grievances from her tender years, the helplessness at her marriage, the pain when she left, the ups and downs during those years in M country, her dealings with elder Young Master Yan, and finally her near mental breakdown when their son had an accident...

All of these, played like a movie rapidly in her mind.

Then, years of grievance, helplessness, pain, ups and downs, torment and collapse, merged with her tears, pouring down and drenching Eldest Young Master Yan’s shirt.

She clung onto his clothes with both hands, crying unrestrainedly, without any care.

Because she knew that the man who held her would embrace all of her, and for all the suffering she had experienced, this man would help her fill in those gaps bit by bit in the days to come.