Here Comes a Cute Baby—To Kidnap a Daddy as a Gift for My Mommy

It turned out that the things that were lingering between them had once again returned to their original location. It had always been them. How could he not be happy?    

    

Xiaobao was his own child, so wasn't everything much simpler?    

    

Unlike Sheng Yeting's joy, Xia Xingcheng didn't react at all to her shock.    

    

She read the information over and over again, wishing that she could carefully read every word before letting it go.    

    

However, she was still unable to accept this fact.    

    

As for what went wrong, she wasn't sure either.    

    

That night, the two of them stayed silent for a long time.    

    

After a while, Xia Xingcheng seemed to have thought of something and tears started to roll down her cheeks.    

    

"Yeting, is this real or fake …"    

    

Xia Xingcheng's voice was choked with sobs, but in the end, she couldn't help but ask.    

    

Her entire mind was in a mess, and she had no idea what was going on.    

    

She was even a little scared, thinking that this was all a joke from God.    

    

After awakening from the dream, there was no trace of him.    

    

Sheng Yeting had already organized his thoughts. Looking at Xia Xingcheng's expression, he couldn't help but to reach out to hug her tightly in his arms.    

    

His voice sounded from the top of Xia Xingcheng's head, sounding slightly annoyed.    

    

"Xingcheng, don't be sad. It's all true. You're not dreaming. I'm Xiaobao's father."    

    

"This is all my fault. I was the one who didn't investigate the truth earlier. I was the one who caused you and your mother to suffer so much. It was my fault. It was all my fault."    

    

Xia Xingcheng snuggled up to Sheng Yeting, crying helplessly, unable to say a word.    

    

No one knew how much pain she was currently enduring.    

    

It had only been a few days, but she had already experienced so much and learned so much. It was likely that no one else would be able to bear it.    

    

Looking at Xia Xingcheng's pained expression, Sheng Yeting felt even more uncomfortable.    

    

He now felt even more cautious towards Xia Xingcheng, as if he had just recovered something he had lost.    

    

"Xingcheng, don't be sad, everything is over. We are family now, aren't we living together properly? So don't be sad, everything will be over soon. Trust me, Xiaobao will be able to recover soon."    

    

If it was possible, Sheng Yeting wished that he would be the one to suffer, not Xia Xingcheng.    

    

Every time Xia Xingcheng cried, her heart would be broken into pieces. It was like a sharp blade that fiercely gouged out her heart.    

    

When Xiaobao's incident was mentioned, Xia Xingcheng's mood improved a little. However, the sobbing sound couldn't be stopped.    

    

After a long while, Xia Xingcheng's voice was gradually heard clearly. Her first sentence was, "Yeting, if all of this is real, then I think the heavens have really played a big joke on us."    

    

It was simply too dramatic a joke, and she still could not accept this fact.    

    

Sheng Yeting understood Xia Xingcheng's meaning. He couldn't help but gently hold up Xia Xingcheng's pair of thin yet boneless hands. He placed them beside his face and gently caressed them, looking especially focused and serious.    

    

"Xingcheng, I know you may not be able to accept this, but don't worry. From now on, I will not let you suffer even a little bit of injury. I will definitely protect you and your mother properly."    

    

He spoke with solemnity and sincerity. He treated Xia Xingcheng with even more care and gentleness than when she was a treasure.    

    

How could Xia Xingcheng not feel Sheng Yeting's care and love towards her? But right now, her emotions were in disarray, so she couldn't say what it felt like. She could only gently lean into Sheng Yeting's arms and cry.    

    

"Yeting, do you know, I really don't know what I feel right now."    

    

She couldn't tell if it was joy or sadness. She just wanted to cry, to suffer.    

    

After Xia Xingcheng said that, there was nothing left to say anymore. All that remained was the sound of endless crying.    

    

It was as if she wanted to bring all the grievances and grievances she had suffered overseas with Xiaobao all these years, and she couldn't stop for a long time.    

    

Sheng Yeting's heart felt like it was being twisted by a pair of big hands. He felt as if something blocked his throat and couldn't say anything.    

    

He had no other choice but to hug Xia Xingcheng, who was crying, tightly. Feeling her pain and helplessness, he felt depressed in his heart.    

    

Just like that, the two of them quietly hugged each other. The document on top of the table was still quietly lying on the side, narrating an endless stream of truth and heartache.    

    

After a long time, Xia Xingcheng finally fell asleep in Sheng Yeting's arms as she cried.    

    

Sheng Yeting didn't dare to move. He stayed in the same position the whole time, afraid of waking up the girl in his arms.    

    

He had witnessed how tired Xia Xingcheng had been these past few days.    

    

Thus, at this moment, she was tired from crying and was actually able to sleep in his room. Her heart was already very pleased.    

    

Finally, seeing that it was getting late, Sheng Yeting stood up slowly and picked up Xia Xingcheng gently from the sofa.    

    

The driver had been waiting outside for a long time. When Sheng Yeting came out, he opened the car door and let Boss Sheng carry Young Madam inside.    

    

Xia Xingcheng was probably too tired at this point. Even though she was being tossed and turned by Ye Ci, she was still sleeping quietly in the car, and did not wake up in the slightest.    

    

Sheng Yeting saw that Xia Xingcheng was in a deep sleep and the worry between her eyebrows still hadn't disappeared. Her delicate eyebrows were knitted tightly together. He couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.    

    

Unable to control himself, he bent down and kissed Xia Xingcheng's forehead gently. It was a kiss on Xia Xingcheng's wrinkled brow.    

    

The gentle kiss was like a dragonfly touching the water, but it instantly smoothed out the gully between Xia Xingcheng's eyebrows.    

    

Immediately, the sleeping figure became exceptionally serene.    

    

The driver saw that his young master had such a side to him and almost lost control of the steering wheel. He was shocked.    

    

As expected, their young master had changed so much for Young Madam. This was too rare.    

    

The car drove steadily along the road, directly heading in the direction of the hospital.    

    

Sheng Yeting's gaze was fixed on the scenery that was whizzing past outside as he smiled in an especially gratified manner.