Chapter 1442 - Crying Boy
Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie's Dearest Beloved Wife
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The child rubbed vigorously at his eyes with the back of his hand. He originally did not want to talk, but when he raised his head, he saw Yun Bixueâs motherly gaze.
The moment he saw that, he forgot about crying. âMama. I want my mother...â
Hearing that, Yun Bixueâs heart ached for him. Even if she was not the boyâs mother, she couldnât help the motherly love she felt for him.
Yun Bixue looked at Xie Limo meaningfully. She wanted to hug the child.
Xie Limo disagreed.
However, when he lowered his head to see the accessory around the childâs neck and his appearance, he knew the childâs identity.
His magnificent eyes were full of consideration as they locked deeply with the boyâs.
Yun Bixue used her hands to gently hit Xie Limo on the arm. âDonât scare the child.â
Xie Limo didnât know how he should tell her about the boyâs identity. He looked at the reliance in the boyâs eyes as he looked at Yun Bixue. His originally dimmed big eyes were now filled with heaps of joy and hope.
Xie Limo looked at how Yun Bixue protected her stomach and sighed inwardly as he brought the child into his embrace.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âShe is not your mother, but with me carrying you, you can get closer to her.â Even if he knew the childâs identity, he still could not rest assured, afraid that Yun Bixue would come into harm. No matter who it was, he had to be on guard always.
The boyâs heart was fragile. After hearing Xie Limo say that Yun Bixue was not his mother, his bright eyes dimmed again.
The child was sensitive due to his experiences since young. He understood well, and he no longer called out to Yun Bixue as his mother. A moment later, tears fell silently from his eyes.
Yun Bixue grabbed his small hands gently. âTell me, why are you crying? Whereâs your family?â
Perhaps it was Yun Bixueâs voice that was overly gentle, or perhaps it was the boyâs longing for a motherâs love. He cried and said, âThey all say that Iâm an unwanted child, that I wasnât a good boy. Thatâs why my mother didnât want me. They also said that it was because of me that my father locked himself up... I donât know...â
As the boy said that, tears the size of beans started leaking from his eyes, and his eyes were rimmed in red from crying.
Yun Bixue looked at the sobbing child who almost couldnât catch his breath. Her motherly side was overflowing as her heart ached immensely for the boy.
âDonât cry, please. Iâm sure your parents love you. Whatever others say are all lies. Donât believe them. If they did not love you, why would they give birth to you? Look at me, I have a baby too, and I love him a lot. Even when Iâm walking, Iâm doing it carefully!â
The boy looked around, but he did not see a child around his size.
Yun Bixue followed his sight and looked around, suddenly understanding his actions. âMy child is still in my stomach and would only be out in ten months. Every mother loves their child dearly. When the child comes out, the mother would be in mortal danger as well, so for your mother to give birth to you meant that she loved you a lot. Donât be sad, okay?â
The boy listened on, and it seemed that he understood some parts of what she said. He loved hearing Yun Bixue talk because it felt like that of a motherâs.
Yun Bixue continued to comfort the boy. Xie Limo was worried that she would overtire herself from all the standing.
Finally, without finishing the festival, Xie Limo and Yun Bixue brought the boy home.
Xie Limo had his personal motivations as well. Even if he knew the boyâs identity, he would bring him home because Yun Bixue liked the boy a lot. Her eyes would sparkle with joy whenever she talked to the child.