Yang Xiaye arrived before the three of them, who were caught in an undercurrent, and nonchalantly put on a smile, taking the little one from Chu Xinian's embrace: "Bao'er, be good. Shall we go back to the room and play?"
Bao'er was crying sadly, his tender little face flushed, looking particularly endearing.
Grateful for Yan Xiaye's timely intervention, Qin Yiren glanced at Chu Xinian before quietly following her away from the party.
Behind her.
Chu Xinian watched Qin Yiren's retreating figure with a smile on his lips, his dark eyes inscrutable, the smile not reaching his eyes.
...
They closed the door on the noisy atmosphere outside.
Qin Yiren and Yan Xiaye sat on the sofa in the lounge, gently soothing Bao'er until he stopped crying and fell into a deep sleep in Yan Xiaye's arms.
Yan Xiaye avoided disturbing the little one, leaning slightly against the sofa and speaking softly: "Yi Ren, are you really planning to fight for custody with Chu Xinian?"
"...Mm."
