Noble Marriage
Chapter 489: Daddy’s Embrace

Chapter 489: Chapter 489: Daddy’s Embrace

"If you don’t like him, just say so—we don’t need your pity!"

Rong Shaoze’s eyes darkened, his thin lips pressed tightly together, his body stiff, as if struggling to restrain something.

Lin Xinlan averted her gaze, her heart aching deeply.

Does he really despise the child? Does he truly dislike him?

"Xiaocong, let’s go, Mommy will take you away from here." She picked up the clothes and started to dress the child, her tone very determined.

Someone suddenly yanked the clothes out of her hands, and a man’s strong arms wrapped around her tightly from behind.

"Lin Xinlan, you aren’t going anywhere! Thinking of taking the child away from me? No way!"

She struggled fiercely, her tone equally hostile, "Who do you think you are! The child is mine; I can take him wherever I want. What business is it of yours?!"

Rong Shaoze’s face turned ashen with rage, "Without me, could you have had a child? If you want to take him away, you need to ask if I agree!"

Lin Xinlan was furious, she raised her head to glare at him and yelled, "You don’t like him, and we don’t need you! Aside from contributing a sperm, what else have you done?! You are not fit to be his father, everything is because of you! If it weren’t for you, Xiaocong wouldn’t be like this; it’s all your fault, both me and my son have been ruined by you!"

The more she spoke of her heartbreak, the more she cried.

All of this, all the sins, are created by Rong Shaoze.

If not for him, how could she have become pregnant, how could she have taken abortion pills, and how could Xiaocong have become blind, suffering since childhood.

So all of this, it’s all Rong Shaoze’s fault!

Her emotions were too intense; Rong Shaoze frowned slightly, hugging her tightly to prevent her from moving.

"Yes, it’s all my fault!"

He suddenly softened his tone, speaking with intense guilt, "If it wasn’t for me, neither you nor the child would have suffered so much; it’s all my fault! I really don’t deserve to be Xiaocong’s dad, I am an unqualified father. But Xinlan, would you give me a chance to love you, love the child, to be a qualified husband, a qualified father?"

Lin Xinlan stopped struggling, her gaze dropping in silence.

He continued speaking while kissing her cheek, "I haven’t despised the child; he is my child, how could I despise him. Even if his eyes cannot see, I still adore him, I really do, I swear. Perhaps the extent of my affection doesn’t satisfy you, but I will prove with my actions that I am a good father, I will be no worse than any good father, you have to believe me, understand?"

Lin Xinlan still said nothing, touched by his words.

Just now she had been too emotional, too sensitive; perhaps Rong Shaoze didn’t detest Xiaocong—he just expressed his love differently.

Xiaocong also fell silent, his innocent eyes struggling to open, shimmering with hope.

Rong Shaoze scooped him up with one big hand, holding both the woman and the child, feeling as though he was holding the whole world.

So delighted, proud, and elated!

Xiaocong snuggled into his embrace, feeling very different from his mother’s. His mother’s was fragrant and soft, very cozy.

His was broad and strong, very secure.

So this is what a father’s embrace feels like?

Rong Shaoze touched his head, smiling, and then leaned in slowly, gently kissing his forehead, the movement filled with reverence.

Xiaocong stiffened, his little face flushed with embarrassment.

Lin Xinlan, too, was startled, her eyes wide—Rong Shaoze had actually kissed the child!