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Fu Jingcheng immediately covered his mouth with his small hands. His round, grape-like eyes widened in panic as he stared at Ruan Liuzheng.
It’s over.
He had accidentally blurted out the truth.
After a pause, he shook his head honestly and said,
“That’s all. I just went to the matchmaking park today. After I met Uncle Xie, we went to find you right away. Mom, you have to believe me!”
Ruan Liuzheng raised her eyebrows slightly, her tone calm:
“Why did you go to the matchmaking park?”
Seeing that her expression was still cold, Fu Jingcheng pursed his lips slightly.
He lowered his head and said softly,
“Mom, don’t be mad. I only went to the matchmaking park to find someone who could be your support. After you divorce that man named Fu, I wanted someone who could protect you, take care of you, and wipe your tears when you’re sad.”
Ruan Liuzheng’s eyes trembled. She looked up at her son, whose nose was red and eyes rimmed with tears. A sharp pain began to stab at her heart.
Every word her son spoke felt like a dagger piercing her chest, bleeding her dry.
Sometimes, she truly wished he wasn’t so mature.
In the end, it was her fault—for being too weak in front of Fu Yanci, for clinging to him too tightly. That was why her son felt so insecure.
Ruan Liuzheng closed her eyes for a moment.
She reached out her arms and rasped softly,
“Chengcheng…”
Fu Jingcheng sniffled. He kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, carefully avoiding her injured stomach, and lay down beside her.
He wrapped his small arms tightly around her waist and said in a wronged tone:
“Mom, Uncle Xie is really nice. He carried me, he bought me ice cream. Can’t he please be my dad?”
Hearing her son’s childish, innocent voice, Ruan Liuzheng’s heart ached. Her eyes grew sore, and she instinctively pulled her son into a tight embrace.
In a normal father-son relationship, what her son described would be completely ordinary—basic acts of care and affection.
But even those simple wishes had never come true for him.
Because Fu Yanci had never bothered to spend even a little time fulfilling them.
Fu Jingcheng kept going, his little arms clinging tightly to her:
“If you married Uncle Xie, then I wouldn’t be last place anymore at the kindergarten’s parent-child events. And he would never make you wait up all night the way that Fu guy did.”
His voice was calm, but it made Ruan Liuzheng’s heart ache even more.
She took a deep breath, lowered her head, gently stroked her son’s smooth cheek, and said softly:
“Chengcheng, I’m sorry. I brought you into this world, but I didn’t give you enough security. I made you lose trust in me.”
“But please believe me—I have the strength to take care of both you and myself.”
Fu Jingcheng hesitated, his lips tightening.
He still wasn’t sure he could fully trust her.
After all, he had seen her so heartbroken over that man named Fu. She had cried nearly every day, looking completely shattered. That image was burned into his memory.
Could she really take care of herself?
Besides… he still really wanted Uncle Xie to be his dad.
He bit his lip and muttered,
“But…”
Ruan Liuzheng smiled gently, ruffled his hair, and didn’t say more.
She understood his doubt and didn’t blame him for it.
She had once been so blindly in love with Fu Yanci—how could she expect her son to trust her again so quickly?
But from now on—things would be different.
Even if it was just for her son, she would never shed another tear again. She had to become strong, and give him the security he deserved.
Time would prove everything.
At Beishan Villa, after many days, Fu Yanci finally stepped back into the house he had once shared with Ruan Liuzheng—their marital home.
He had just finished a business banquet and still reeked of alcohol.
His dark suit jacket was slung over one arm, his tie was loosely undone, and his entire appearance exuded an arrogant, carefree charm.
He strolled lazily into the villa, his gaze languid and casual.
But the moment he saw the empty living room, his expression changed instantly.
Fu Yanci paused, rubbing his temples, his cold eyes darkening.
He sat down on the sofa and called over a housemaid, his voice sharp:
“Where’s Madam?”
The housemaid didn’t know the details of their situation, but Ruan Liuzheng’s actions before leaving had felt… off.
Now facing Fu Yanci’s cold interrogation, she answered nervously:
“Madam packed her bags last night and left with Young Master. She hasn’t come back all day. Maybe… she went on vacation?”
Fu Yanci’s expression turned cold.
Everything from earlier that day replayed in his mind—the talk of divorce, her resignation, and now her sudden disappearance.
So it turns out, Ruan Liuzheng had planned this all along?
He scoffed.
Such a cliché move—playing hard to get.
How childish.
Fu Yanci sneered, waved the maid away, and took out his phone to search for Ruan Liuzheng’s number.
The Fu family’s monthly family gathering was coming up soon. As his wife, Ruan Liuzheng had to attend, and bring the child too.
His grandfather still held company shares. Even though Fu Yanci was already CEO of the Fu Group, he couldn’t afford to slip up.
So, he didn’t mind coaxing her a little, just to keep things smooth.
Eventually, he found Ruan Liuzheng’s number at the bottom of his contact list and called without hesitation.
His black eyes filled with irritation.
The phone rang for a long time.
Just as his patience was wearing thin, the call was finally answered.
“Ruan Liuzheng, you get back here right now!”
Fu Yanci yanked his tie loose, his voice laced with anger.
On the other end, Ruan Liuzheng heard his furious voice through the receiver and let out a cold, dismissive laugh.
“Go back for what? So I can watch you and Bai Wanqing parade through the front door?”
“Fu Yanci, I told you I’m divorcing you—and I meant it. I’m not coming back, and neither is Chengcheng.”
Her tone sharpened, a chilling glint flashing in her eyes.
Fu Yanci took a deep breath and walked to the window, his voice low and threatening:
“The Fu family gathering is in a few days. Ruan Liuzheng—don’t you think you’ve caused enough drama?”
At the hospital, Ruan Liuzheng’s grip on the phone tightened. Her lips curled in mockery, her gaze filled with contempt.
Even now, Fu Yanci still hadn’t realized what he did wrong. He was still assuming she was just throwing a tantrum.
Unbelievable. How arrogant could one man be?
What made Fu Yanci think that, after everything he’d done, she would still be standing there waiting for him?
Yes, she had loved him. But once was enough to be a fool.
Ruan Liuzheng lowered her gaze, her voice turning icy:
“Fu Yanci, let me make this clear. From now on, anything related to the Fu family has nothing to do with me.”
“Chengcheng is my son—not some tool for you to win favor with your grandfather.”
“If you ever come to your senses and are ready to sign the divorce papers, call me.”
“But until then—I have no time to waste on you.”