My Husband, Warm The Bed

After sending Jian Ran off, Xiao Qinghe returned and sat in the living room.    

    

He looked at a certain place with a complicated gaze. After looking at it for a long time, he took a deep breath and punched the tea table hard. Fury suddenly appeared in his eyes.    

    

He was a son in vain, and his father was seriously injured and homeless. Outside, after living so many years of living a life worse than death, he actually didn't know the situation at all.    

    

If his father had not taken the initiative to find him this time, he would not have known that his father was still alive for the rest of his life.    

    

His father's figure back then was so tall and straight, his father's eyebrows were so high-spirited back then, and his father was full of righteousness back then...    

    

However, all these years, his father lived so lowly and without dignity...    

    

He lived like a man, like a ghost, but not like a ghost. Even his own son couldn't recognize him when he saw his father.    

    

Thinking of the hardships his father had suffered all these years, Xiao Qinghe raised his hand and slapped himself hard on the face. He hated himself for being so useless. His father had suffered so many years outside, but he had not been able to do anything.    

    

One slap was not enough. Xiao Qinghe fiercely slapped himself twice, as if only this could make his heart feel better.    

    

After a long while, Xiao Qinghe slowly got up and walked to the study.    

    

When he walked to the door of the study, he raised his hand and grabbed the door handle. Just as he was twisting it, he suddenly stopped.    

    

He raised his head and took a deep breath, trying hard to calm his inner emotions. Only when he felt that he could use his normal state of mind to face the people in the study did he twist the door handle.    

    

After opening the door, his gaze immediately fell on the study desk.    

    

In front of his study desk sat a man whose hair had mostly turned white and there were obvious burn marks on his face. The scars on his face were very serious, and he could barely recognize his original appearance.    

    

Not only was his face burned, but his back was also hunched. He was tall and thin, and he seemed to be eighty or ninety years old. It was as if he had gone through countless vicissitudes to become what he looked like today.    

    

However, his true age was not even sixty years old. The years had left too many marks on his body, which made him look like he was dozens of years older.    

    

"Dad -"    

    

It was a simple word, but it took Xiao Qinghe almost all of his strength to shout out such a simple word.    

    

However, his shout did not receive a response from the old man. His eyes were fixed on the computer screen, and only blinked after a few seconds.    

    

Xiao Qinghe did not call him again. Instead, he slowly walked to his side and looked at the computer screen on the desk.    

    

The screen showed Jian Ran's every frown and smile. Her every move was clearly replayed.    

    

Between Jian Ran's arrival, Xiao Qinghe installed a surveillance camera in the living room to record every single detail of her day. When their father missed her, he could look at her at any time.    

    

After watching with Xiao Yuanfeng for a long time, Xiao Qinghe held back the pain in his heart and tried to say, "Dad, you have watched for a long time. Let's stop for a moment and rest for a while before looking, okay?"    

    

"Ranran is my daughter..." Xiao Yuanfeng did not seem to hear what Xiao Qinghe said. He pointed to Jian Ran on the screen and said with a smile, "Look, her eyes look like her mother's, but her eyebrows look like mine."    

    

"Not only her eyebrows look like you, but there are many places that look like you." Xiao Qinghe smiled helplessly and followed what his father said.    

    

Jian Ran was born in the Jian family and grew up in the Jian Family. Their father was born and went missing, but he couldn't even hug his own child.    

    

Regarding this child, Xiao Yuanfeng didn't watch her be born or grow up with her. She was also the child of the person he loved. The mother and daughter had suffered so much over the years, so he naturally cared more about her than Xiao Qinghe.    

    

As the two of them spoke, tears rolled down from the corners of Xiao Yuanfeng's eyes, one after another, blurring his eyes.    

    

His eyes could not see Jian Ran clearly on the computer screen, but he could see very clearly in his heart. His daughter had many similarities with him.    

    

"Dad, don't be like this. Come back to our side. In the future, you can see Ranran and me at any time." Xiao Qinghe looked at his father. Every time he looked at his father's face, his heart would tighten.    

    

Especially when he saw his father's tears, Xiao Qinghe could not bear it anymore. His anger gushed out like a flood, but he could not find a place to vent it.    

    

Shen Wenyuan, who caused his father to become like this, had already died. They could not go and find Qin Xiaobao, who had nothing to do with the incident back then, to vent their anger.    

    

Xiao Yuanfeng didn't say anything, but tears were flowing down his face, as if he was going to dry the tears that he had endured for more than twenty years.    

    

"Dad!" Xiao Qinghe called out to his father. He wanted to tell him not to cry, but he didn't know how to talk to him.    

    

His father had always been thinking about his daughter, whom he had never held in his arms before.    

    

During this period of time, he could only look at Jian Ran from afar and call to hear her voice.    

    

Xiao Qinghe could understand why his father was so excited to be able to see his daughter at such a close distance and hear her voice.    

    

"Ranran..." Xiao Yuanfeng wiped his tears and placed his trembling hand on the computer screen. He placed his palm on Jian Ran's face.    

    

It was clearly the cold computer screen. The moment he touched Jian Ran's face again, Xiao Yuanfeng seemed to be able to feel Jian Ran's temperature.    

    

He was so excited that his tears fell. "She is my daughter, she is my daughter, she is my daughter, my child..."    

    

He kept repeating this sentence, every time he bit out a word, his lips would tremble slightly.    

    

"Dad..." Xiao Qinghe really did not know what else he could say besides calling him dad.    

    

In the past twenty something years, his father had lived a dark and lightless life. He wished he could bear the pain that his father had suffered.    

    

"Qing He, do you think Ranran will acknowledge me as her father?" Xiao Yuanfeng withdrew his hand as if he was frightened. He covered his face with both hands. "No, no, no... I can't let her see me like this. I can't scare her."    

    

Xiao Qinghe pounced on Xiao Yuanfeng's hands and said heavily, "Dad, don't do this. You heard it just now, right? Ranran said. "No matter what you become, you are still her father. She will never deny you."    

    

"No, I don't want to scare her. Don't let her know about my existence. " Xiao Yuanfeng looked around, pushed Xiao Qinghe away, and hid under the desk. "Don't let her find me. I don't want him to find me."    

    

Xiao Qinghe squatted down and held Xiao Yuanfeng's hand. He comforted him, "Dad, Jian Ran is your biological daughter. She is my biological sister. I know her better than you. She wants family."