Chapter 2451: Don’t Cry
Hearing Fang Hao’s words, Di Yan was completely enraged and couldn’t help but scold, "He’s uncomfortable, but aren’t we all feeling bad? None of us wanted this to happen! But now that it has happened, what can we do?"
Saying this, Di Yan glared at Di Mingchen, his eyes slightly red, "Mingchen, you’re already twenty-eight, a grown man. In times like these, you have to shoulder the responsibility. Blaming the children for it, what does that mean? They are your sons! They are Xiaoran’s children, whom she carried for ten strenuous months and gave birth to with her life on the line!
The blood flowing in them is yours and hers! You wanted children, but after they’re born you don’t fulfill a father’s responsibilities, can you still call yourself a man? I’m telling you, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself! Nangong Ran getting pregnant was your doing, how can you blame the children? Now that something has happened to Nangong Ran, the biggest responsibility is yours, not the children’s! If you’ve got any integrity left, you should look at your children, hold your children, and wait with them for Nangong Ran to come out safely!
If Nangong Ran sees the way you’re treating the children once she comes out, I’m telling you, even if she doesn’t want a divorce, I would insist she divorces you!"
Di Yan’s words struck Di Mingchen’s chest like a heavy hammer, making it unbearably heavy, but he stubbornly refused to make a sound.
Fang Hao couldn’t stop her tears, while the baby in her arms wailed loudly.
She stepped forward again, handing the baby to Di Mingchen and softly saying, "Mingchen, just look, this child looks just like you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Fang Hao’s tears started falling again.
Di Mingchen’s hardened brows and eyes finally showed a hint of softening, but his heart ached more, to the point where he was almost suffocating, as if his heart had curled into a knot.
Yet he still didn’t look at the child. Fang Hao was heartbroken, and couldn’t help but say, "Mingchen, please don’t be like this. Your parents are getting old. Seeing you so sad makes us sad too; we can’t handle this much turmoil at our age!"
Upon hearing this, Di Mingchen slowly turned his eyes to look at Fang Hao and Di Yan, realizing they were indeed middle-aged now.
Though in their fifties they maintained themselves well, the fine lines between their brows and the strands of white hair at their temples showed that time had been unkind, and neither could resist the aging process.
Along with this blow, their eyes now appeared somewhat clouded, no longer reflecting the dashing and elegant father and naturally beautiful mother he remembered from his childhood.
Human beings ultimately cannot escape aging, and even with enough material wealth, they cannot elude the ravages of time.
It seemed Fang Hao’s words struck a chord with Di Mingchen, as he finally lowered his gaze to the little baby in Fang Hao’s arms wailing with an open mouth.
Like him, indeed very much like him!
In an instant, a surge of something called kinship emerged from his heart, finally breaking through his cold exterior little by little.
He didn’t say a word, just reached out to Fang Hao, whose tears finally stopped, and she quickly handed the child into his arms.
Fang Hao wiped her tears, feeling a temporary sense of relief, at least knowing Di Mingchen was willing to hold his child.
The child nestled in Di Mingchen’s arms, his deep and stern eyes fixed on the child’s face, and seeing the open-mouthed cry made his eyes involuntarily redden.
"Don’t cry." He finally managed to say two words, holding the child close and pressing the tiny head against his face, and in that moment, his heart inexplicably softened beyond imagination.