Just to relieve the suppressed pain in my heart when my longing spreads.
Although they were divorced, in his heart, Jiang Shu would always be his wife.
Fu Shiyan cautiously approached her and stopped less than half a step away from her.
"Do you still want to keep hiding it from me?" He stared at Jiang Shu closely, his eyes burning, as if he wanted to see through her.
Jiang Shu turned his face away, resisting his approach, and just said, "Fu Shiyan, we are divorced and have no relationship anymore... Please give me my daughter back."
"Is it really irrelevant? Jiang Shu! In fact, it is very simple to know the truth. Modern technology is so advanced that doing a DNA test will not waste a lot of time..."
But he did not choose to use technology.
Just because he believed in his intuition, in other words, he was more willing to believe that Jiang Shu would not choose to be with someone else during the short period of separation from him.
"That's enough." Jiang Shu took a deep breath, "I've already been with someone else. Putao has nothing to do with you."
Ah--
Fu Shiyan thought he would no longer be in pain, but when he heard these words, his heart still felt like he was pricked by a needle, "Someone else? Is it Qi Lang?"
Jiang Shu was surprised.
He actually knew Qi Lang. It seemed that he had investigated her a lot before this.
"Yes." She said firmly.
The next second, Fu Shiyan's sinister eyes darkened, he grabbed her wrist and forced her back into the corner. A strong sense of oppression surged up, and Jiang Shu felt as if he was about to suffocate.
"Jiang Shu...you really..."
"Uncle Smelly, let go of my mother." Before Fu Shiyan could finish his words, a childish voice sounded, and Putao appeared behind him at some point, trotting all the way to Jiang Shu.
She pushed Fu Shiyan away with her little hands, but her strength was not strong, but Fu Shiyan loosened his grip and took two steps back.
"Grape—" Jiang Shu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Grape.
She quickly knelt down and hugged her into her arms.
The scene of mother and daughter hugging each other moved Fu Shiyan's heart.
But before he could come to his senses.
Putao stood directly in front of Jiang Shu and looked at him angrily, "Uncle, don't hurt my mother."
Fu Shiyan looked at the little person in front of him, his Adam's apple twitching slightly.
For a moment, I didn't know how to react.
"Grape……"
Putao snorted coldly, and immediately retorted: "You are not my father, I don't want you to be my father..." The father she expected was like a big tree protecting her and her mother, an iron wall for her and her mother.
He is a heroic existence, not a sharp sword that hurts my mother.
If her father is like this, then she would rather...not have her father.
"Grape..." Jiang Shu spoke in a hoarse voice. She looked at Little Grape, her eyes slightly moist.
The situation before her was something she had never expected.
"Mom...he's not dad, right? Dad will never make mom angry. Dad will love mom very much..." Childlike words filled the whole room.
Every word struck Fu Shiyan's heart.
Fu Shiyan only felt the oppressive discomfort in his heart, and an overwhelming sense of suffocation surged up, causing pain all over.
He is not a good husband.
Not even a qualified father.
Jiang Shu never thought that his daughter, who was only over one year old, could be so sensible and heartbreaking.