CH 131 Emotions
Translated by The BL Muse (ko-fi)
A woman's intuition and reasoning ability were sometimes terribly swift and accurate.
When she didn't know about a matter, she might not think about it, but once she knew the truth, her brain was like a computer's storage folder, and she could quickly extract the most critical piece of information from the past, and then accurately and quickly analyze the correct answer.
How could Yang Si fail to guess? When Jiang Chen uttered the first sentence, she saw the truth in his guilty and anxious eyes——he wasn't lying, what he said was the truth.
Almost at the same time, many images appeared in her mind. From the day when Jiang Chen almost got run over by a car, the He family appeared just at the right time; after moving to Wugu Village, the He family repeatedly encountered their family by chance. The close and harmonious interaction between Chen Chen and the He family siblings; and the He Yanfeng couple who would wait at the school gates until Jiang Chen appeared both yesterday and the day before yesterday before leaving, no matter whether He Qianjian appeared first or not…..
She used to wonder, the He family had a great fortune, and logically speaking, with such a large class gap, no matter how approachable they were, they should not have skipped the most unfamiliar stage. The second time they met, they were as friendly as if they had been neighbors for more than ten years.
At this age, Yang Si no longer looked at interpersonal relationships like a young woman who had just entered the society. Every circle had its own distance, and everyone had their own position. If the gap was too big, but others are made to feel no distance at all, now that was abnormal.
Therefore, she had been distancing the He family intentionally or unintentionally. It was a kind of intuition and a subconsciousness. She did not want to have more involvement with the He family.
It was this kind of subconsciousness and intuition that allowed her to know who the "biological parents" Jiang Chen was referring to when the first sentence was uttered.
Yang Si ignored Jiang Chen's astonished expression, fixed her eyes on him, and held his hand tighter. Her red eyes contrasted sharply with her pale face, and her voice trembled with the tightening of her hand: "Tell Mom, will you not want this family?"
"I won't."
Jiang Chen's tone was firm without hesitation.
"Mom believes in you." The corner of Yang Si's mouth wanted to pull upwards, but in the end she could only let them fall down. She confirmed again and again: "You tell Mom, you promise Mom, you will never go with them."
Jiang Chen patiently and gently promised over and over again: "I won't, Mom, I will never leave you and Dad, never go with them."
Yang Si finally loosened her grip on his hand, but her eyes were unwilling to let go of the slightest change in his expression, and she asked with a trembling voice, "Really?"
"Really." Jiang Chen walked closer, let Yang Si grab one of his hands, and gently wrapped the other around her, and said softly, "Mom, you must believe me, I will always be your son.”
Yang Si gradually relaxed in Jiang Chen's arms, and the hand that held him was also loosened little by little. Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up at Jiang Zhuo. Jiang Zhuo looked much more relaxed, and curved his lips at him.
But very soon, Yang Si raised her head again and asked Jiang Chen to promise again.
"You promise Mom that you will never see the He family again, and never contact them again. Just treat it as if you have never seen them."
Jiang Chen was startled, but did not answer immediately.
Yang Si saw his hesitant look, and her expression changed instantly, her relaxed hands tightened again, her disheveled hair sticking to her face covered with tears, and her slightly relaxed expression became wary again.
"I….."
"Honey, what are you talking about?" Jiang Zhuo walked behind Yang Si, put his hands on her shoulders, and persuaded softly: "Those are Chen Chen's biological parents, how could he not see them, saying that….."
"What biological parents?!" Yang Si whipped her head around quickly, pushed Jiang Zhuo away, and roared with an equal part shrill and hoarse crying voice, "I am my son's mother! I am the one!"
"Mom!" Jiang Chen interrupted Jiang Zhuo, hugged Yang Si and comforted her, "Mom, I am your son, and I always will be."
Yang Si turned her head, her voice softened a bit, her voice sounding raspy after the scream: "Then you promise Mom that you will never see the He family, you swear."
Jiang Chen was silent for a moment. Under her line of sight, he said word by word: "I swear, as long as you don't agree, I will never see the He family."
"Okay." Yang Si touched Jiang Chen's cheek, and her expression relaxed a little: "Mom believes in you."
"You….."
Jiang Zhuo wanted to speak, but was interrupted by crying from the bedroom. Yang Si hugged Jiang Chen and let go of him: "Your sister may be hungry, you go and help Mom make some milk powder, and Mom will go pick her up."
Jiang Chen nodded: "Okay."
Yang Si finally had a smile on her face: "Go."
Jiang Chen shook his head slightly at his father, then turned and went to the kitchen.
Jiang Zhuo frowned and wanted to say something, but thinking of his wife's behavior just now, he swallowed the words again. Now was not the time to say this.
Yang Si fixed her messy hair as if nothing had happened, entered the room and gently coaxed Jiang Ran with a gentle and maternal expression.
Jiang Zhuo looked at them for a while, then turned and went into the kitchen.
Jiang Chen just finished making milk powder and was testing the temperature. When he saw Jiang Zhuo coming in, he nodded slightly and didn't speak.
"Your mother….." Jiang Zhuo opened his mouth, paused for a while, and sighed softly: "I will talk to your mother again."
"After a while." Jiang Chen pursed his lips and said, "She's emotionally unstable now, so don't provoke her."
Jiang Zhuo nodded. His wife's current mood was not normal at all. It was useless to talk to her at this time, and it might make things worse.
"Thank you for your hard work." Jiang Zhuo hugged Jiang Chen: "Thank you for understanding your mother."
"I've thought about Mom's reaction before, and today's behavior was expected." Jiang Chen looked calm.
Jiang Zhuo sighed softly, and put his arms around his shoulders: "Go, go see your sister."
When Jiang Chen and Jiang Zhuo came over, Yang Si was holding Jiang Ran in a daze. She raised her head when she heard the movement, then stood up, and handed Jiang Ran who was whimpering and fidgeting to Jiang Chen: "Hold your sister."
Jiang Chen took over Jiang Ran. Jiang Ran could recognize people within a few days of her birth. At first, no one was allowed to hold her except Yang Si. Later, as long as Jiang Chen was around, she would never let anyone else hold her. And once Jiang Chen had her in his arms and tried to hand her over to someone else, she would definitely cry heartbreakingly.
Sure enough, as soon as she got into Jiang Chen's arms, Jiang Ran calmed down, looking at him with big black grape-like eyes and smiling unblinkingly, very well-behaved.
Jiang Chen held her carefully, and looking at this little face, he couldn't help but also laughed.
Yang Si watched all this silently, and finally there was a smile in her eyes.
Until a cell phone rang, breaking the peace in front of them.
Jiang Chen's cell phone was in the room, and he didn't pay much attention when he heard the ringtone. Now that he was holding Jiang Ran in his arms, he said, "Dad, help me get the cell phone."
Jiang Zhuo got up and went to the next room. For some reason, he didn't come back after a long time.
Yang Si handed the bottle to Jiang Chen: "You feed Ran Ran first, and Mom will cut some fruit."
Jiang Chen didn't think much about it: "Okay."
Jiang Ran was very obedient most of the time, especially when she was in Jiang Chen's arms. After drinking the milk obediently, she hiccupped lightly, and laughed again on her own, her eyes curving with a smile.
Jiang Chen just looked at her like this, and occasionally teased her pretending to grab her little chubby hand, and when she handed it over, he would take back his hand again, watching her babbling and wanting to hold his hand, and only then did he hand over his finger for her to grasp. And despite going back and forth like this ten times he would not feel bored at all.
Until a quarrel broke out in the next room:
"Do you want He Qianjian to come to our house because you want to see him abuse Jiang Ran?! I will never agree!!"
Jiang Chen was taken aback, and was about to get up, but saw Jiang Ran purse her mouth, probably frightened by the sudden increase in volume. He immediately stopped his movements, and gently rocked her to coax her. Jiang Ran indeed laughed again, and Jiang Chen heaved a sigh of relief. He wanted to go to his room to have a look, but he paused again when he saw the little dumpling in his arms, and in the end he pursed his lower lip, went to the door and closed it.
The quarrel over there seemed to be still continuing. Jiang Chen lowered his eyes slightly, and it was difficult to distinguish the emotions in his eyes.
The little baby had become lethargic and Jiang Ran fell asleep not long after playing. Jiang Chen gently put her down and walked out of the room.
When Jiang Chen walked into the living room, there was no movement from the closed door. The dispute between his parents seemed to be over. He walked to the door of his room and knocked lightly.
The door opened, and the first thing Jiang Chen saw were Jiang Zhuo's red eyes.
"Dad."
He looked in and saw Yang Si sitting on the edge of his bed covering her face, tears slipping down her fingers. He was taken aback, and turned to look at Jiang Zhuo.
"It's okay." Jiang Zhuo rubbed his face tiredly, motioning Jiang Chen to step back, he gently closed the door, and said in a hoarse voice, "I talked to your mother, now let her stay alone for a while."
Jiang Chen was a little worried: "What did you say to her?"
"I didn't say anything." Jiang Zhuo took out a cigarette from his pocket: "Go to the balcony? Smoke a cigarette with Dad?"
Jiang Chen glanced at the door with a slight gap. There was a suppressed weeping sound coming from inside. He stood where he was, pursed his lips slightly, and did not speak.
Jiang Zhuo stuffed the cigarette he took out back into the cigarette case, looking at Jiang Chen with melancholy and helpless eyes: "I just told her about your hard work for more than a year, nothing else, your mother was sad to hear it, and is still digesting it.”
Jiang Chen recalled that he had been busy for more than a year, and he didn't feel that it was hard work, so he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
"Chen Chen." A hoarse voices sounded from behind, interrupting the explanation he was about to speak. When Jiang Chen turned his head, he saw Yang Si standing by the door with swollen eyes.
Her face was pale, but her hair was neatly pinned behind her ears, and her expression had also calmed down.
Jiang Chen called her softly.
Yang Si came over, wrapped her arms around his waist, and hugged him in silence for a long time before saying in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, did Mom scare you just now?"
Jiang Chen shook his head, Yang Si wiped away the tears on her face carelessly, let go of him, and forced the corners of her mouth to curve upwards: "Mom may need a while to digest this matter, can you give Mom some time?"
Yang Si raised her head with a dazed look on her face. The little child at the beginning had grown into a teenager who she needed to stand on tiptoe to even touch the top of his head. Unknowingly, he grew up so fast, in a place where they couldn't see, he endured a lot of pressure and hardships to get to what he had become now.
"Of course." Jiang Chen leaned forward slightly, until he was at eye level with her, and promised earnestly word by word: "No matter what happens, you and Dad will always be my parents, and Ran Ran will always be my little sister. My love for you all will never change."
Yang Si covered her mouth, nodded lightly, and repeated softly: "Mom knows, Mom always knew."
It was precisely because she knew that she was reluctant for him to be caught between the two families. It was precisely because she knew that she comforted herself. One more pair of parents was just two more people who love him.