Chapter Sixty-Five: He's Becoming a Father

Mo Yixuan put his hands in his pockets, leaning against the door, his tall body almost touched the top of the door frame. His eyes first fell on the little baby in the mother's arms, and then moved to the woman on the hospital bed. He raised his lips slightly, and the smile on his face gradually deepened.

He who has always been so cold and expressionless can't hide the joy of being promoted to a father at this moment.

He walked in, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor was particularly loud.

"Yixuan, come and see your son. He's 28 years old, and he's finally a father." Li Qin hurriedly carried the child in front of his son, smiling so much that his wrinkles appeared.

Mo Yixuan looked down at the little child, his dark eyes were no longer as cold as before, but as gentle as water. He stretched out his hand and gently landed on the baby's red face, his fingers gently stroking the baby's rough face because it hadn't grown.

The little baby pouted, as if feeling something, and suddenly burst into tears with a "wow".

"Look at you...clumsy." Li Qin couldn't help scolding her son when she saw her baby grandson crying. She hugged the child away, fearing that his son would make some rough moves.

It was then that Mo Yixuan walked towards the bed, and his eyes finally fell on Xia Yuwei.

Xia Yuwei tried her best to smile, her white lips were tightly pressed, and her eyes looking towards the man were full of anticipation.

"Yixuan..." She murmured the man's name in a low voice, and stretched out her hand.

Mo Yixuan held that slender and fair hand, and the temperature of the fingertips was transmitted to each other through the palm.

"Does it still hurt?" He stretched out his other hand to avoid the woman's long hair falling on her cheek.

Li Qin and Chen Yueru realized something, they walked out of the ward at the same time and went to the rest room at the side.

Xia Yuwei nodded vigorously, then shook her head again. She still had a little pain, but it was the first time she saw her husband so gentle, she couldn't feel the pain anymore, and there was only happiness in her heart. How great it would be to be so happy.

"Thank you, Yuwei..." Mo Yixuan caressed the woman's haggard but still beautiful face, and gradually felt a little distressed in his heart.

After all, she was a woman who gave birth to her own child. During this period of time, he neglected her, and he didn't take good care of her during the whole pregnancy.

"It's okay, Yixuan, I feel very happy to be able to give birth to your baby." Xia Yuwei raised her chin, and the words she said were sweet to the man's heart.

Mo Yixuan closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, there seemed to be another emotion in his eyes. And a similar sentence, he seemed to have heard it before.

Four years ago a girl said to him:

Yixuan, I feel very happy to marry you as your wife.

(Sorry, Yanyan, I hope you will be fine in the future.)

He suddenly tried hard to suppress the sadness welling up in his heart, and holding the woman's hand deepened his strength.

"You hurt me, Yixuan." Xia Yuwei frowned, looking at the man in front of her who was suddenly in a strange mood with some doubts.

Mo Yixuan quickly let go of his hand, his eyes became extremely gentle again.

"What do you want, Yuwei?" He asked his wife in front of him.

Before coming, his mother reminded him to buy a gift for Yuwei, but he thought about it for a long time and didn't know what she liked.