"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Fu Yanshen tightly embraced his son, allowing the boy's tears and runny nose to smear on his clothes.
Tears welled up in his eyes, his heart filled with an array of mixed feelings, all kinds of emotions intertwined.
He had finally waited for this moment.
Waited for his son to open his heart and accept him.
Heaven had truly favored him, allowing him to gain the forgiveness of Chenxi and his son.
Mu Chenxi felt a sourness at the tip of her nose, her eyes reddening again as she stretched out her arms to embrace father and son.
Fu Yanshen shifted one hand to wrap his wife and son in his arms, lowering his head to kiss the top of each of their heads.
With life being so, what more could he ask for.
...
After picking up the child, the family of three prepared to head home.
Mu Chenxi glanced at her son, who clung to Fu Yanshen like vines to a tree, "I'll drive."