CHAPTER 511: CHAPTER 494 DILEMMA

That day, they decided to return.

Song Moting drove there, and this time he drove back.

Once home, Old Mrs. Fan lay down, and although Jiang Xiaoxiao was worried, she was persuaded by Fan Xiuying and had to leave.

She also had a baby, Tang Yuan, who had just turned one month old.

She couldn’t just ignore him.

The couple returned home.

Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao watched the little Tang Yuan sleep so soundly, lying there with his limbs outstretched like a little frog with a puffed belly.

They both felt a tender affection.

Jiang Xiaoxiao pinched her son’s smooth, delicate little face, this little face really made one never want to let go.

She sighed with worry, feeling she wasn’t a qualified mother.

One thing after another happened after the baby was born; there were too many things.

She hadn’t spent much time with the baby altogether.

The problem was, they had already started school, and giving birth coincided with the school’s reopening.

Now that the baby was a month old, they still hadn’t been to school; not because they didn’t want to go, but because they were too occupied. Song Moting had explained this to Principal Zhang beforehand.

Principal Zhang understood their situation and gave them a green light, but they couldn’t just keep staying away from school.

Jiang Xiaoxiao naturally knew that once she was at school, she could come home at most once a week; wanting to see this little guy would become exceedingly difficult.

She hadn’t spent nearly enough time being affectionate with her son.

Song Moting was very fond of his son too, even more so than Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Since the birth of this child, Song Moting had taken on most of the responsibilities of caring for him, hardly letting his wife do much.

But now, things had turned out like this, with all the happenings in between, they had missed a lot of time with the child.

They attended a medical university, and once the semester started, the couple found themselves overwhelmed just by academic matters.

Finding a day or half a day to spend with the child was the happiest time.

They silently blamed themselves, feeling they really let the child down.

"How about I have my mom take Tang Yuan to live in the house near the school? That way, my mom can take care of Tang Yuan during the day, and we can still take care of him when we come back at night. I’m reluctant to only see the child once a week, it’s not good for the child’s development.

I’m really worried that when the child grows up, he won’t be close to me as his mother."

Jiang Xiaoxiao hesitated; she hadn’t discussed it with Fan Xiuying.

If she brought it up, Fan Xiuying and Jiang Lao Shi would definitely be all for it.

The couple cared for Tang Yuan even more than she did as a mother, and if her parents truly took Tang Yuan in, they’d likely be overjoyed.

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t forget Old Sir Song and Old Mrs. Song either, who doted on Tang Yuan like a treasure.

Taking the child over without consulting them might upset the elderly couple.

Song Moting thought about it; the grandparents adored Tang Yuan like he was their own, doing so might indeed hurt their feelings.

"Don’t think too much, we should first go to school, and I’ll discuss Tang Yuan’s situation with the grandparents. They are reasonable people, they won’t give us a hard time. They understand well the importance of a child growing up with their parents!

If it really doesn’t work out, I’ll think of something else, maybe arrange to get the house next to the school and move the grandparents in, living door to door.

This way, it’s convenient for them to watch over the child, and convenient for us to be with him too, so everyone stays happy."

Song Moting hugged his wife from behind; they hadn’t had such a tender moment in a long time. They’ve been so busy lately, they haven’t had time to enjoy each other’s warmth.

Many times, they just collapsed onto the bed after a busy day and fell asleep instantly, without any time to chat, barely able to keep their eyes open.

Jiang Xiaoxiao snuggled back, gentle like a kitten.

"This idea is pretty good, although implementing it might be difficult."

Song Moting playfully tapped his wife’s nose, in good spirits, "Then just you wait for your husband to work his charm! Don’t worry, no matter what, your man is still the Song family’s most beloved grandson. If necessary, we’ll just do as the spoiled rich kids and snatch it by force. Haha!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao covered his mouth, casting a reproachful glance at the sleeping Tang Yuan, "Can’t you be quieter, you’ll wake our son."

Song Moting tightened his embrace around Jiang Xiaoxiao’s soft body, resting his head on her shoulder, lamenting in a low, forlorn voice.

"Am I being disliked? You’ve got your son in your heart now, no room for me, I’m heartbroken."

Jiang Xiaoxiao turned her head, her smooth lips pressed against his cheek, exhaling softly, "Still feel heartbroken now?"

Song Moting leaned in unhesitatingly, capturing her breath with an assertive and inseparable kiss.

"This remedy works great, more please!"

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Baby Tang Yuan lay obediently in his father’s embrace.

Mom Jiang Xiaoxiao was sleeping soundly; last night, Song Moting kept her up till midnight, turning what could have been a peaceful night into something entirely different.

Now Jiang Xiaoxiao slept deeply, undisturbed.

Song Moting contentedly held his son, amusing himself with the bubbles blown by his big-hearted child.

Last night Jiang Xiaoxiao explained a lot to him; this whole affair with the Song family had been so sudden, yet there needed to be closure since people had died. Although those individuals were arrested, Jiang Xiaoxiao kept harboring doubts about the mysterious woman behind it all.

The woman hadn’t been caught, as no one knew who she was.

The biggest culprit in this incident wasn’t caught, and Brother Yong mysteriously disappeared without a trace as well.

No one knew who the woman behind it all was!

Jiang Xiaoxiao was clueless too.

She had suspected many people, but those who wanted Old Sir Fan and Mrs. Fan dead were nearly impossible to pinpoint; normal grudges wouldn’t escalate to mortal feuds.

Who would wish the old couple dead?

Initially, it seemed obviously about money.

Was it for money? For personal reasons?

Song Moting couldn’t figure it out either; the events happened too suddenly, and this mysterious woman made everyone uneasy.

Unfortunately, there were no leads.

Song Moting reassured Jiang Xiaoxiao, suggesting it might have been a random incident, but he himself held suspicions, and sent people to investigate, though it was extremely difficult to find a breakthrough.

The arrested were all minor characters, unaware of the woman’s identity.

The only ones who knew the woman’s background were Brother Yong and Da Hei; Da Hei was dead, and Brother Yong was missing.

Finding Brother Yong seemed crucial.

The next day, as soon as they mentioned returning to study.

The old grandparents expressed worry.

They were old and frail, caring for the child was indeed tiring, not unwilling but worried that Tang Yuan would lack parental involvement during his growth, which could negatively affect his psychological development.

Song Moting had been raised by them and was different from other children, maturing early, after all, he hadn’t grown up around his parents.

Now Tang Yuan had his own parents; if he were still raised solely by his grandparents, it might deeply impact his future.

Song Moting spoke to the grandparents while holding Tang Yuan.

"Grandpa, don’t frown like that; if you keep frowning, you might squeeze two flies to death. Your grandson never asked you for any favors, but today I’m here to ask for one. Have a think and find a way to help me."

Old Sir Song widened his eyes, a favor!?

"You rascal, someone actually says asking for a favor this matter-of-factly. I didn’t raise you into a spoiled brat all these years."

The old man, in his life, had never sought favors from others, not even when Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao went missing did he trouble anyone.

Mrs. Wu said it was the old man who found someone.

They owed the Wu family a huge debt of gratitude this time.

Old Mrs. Song pinched the old man hard, causing him to grimace.

"You!"

Old Mrs. Song beamed at Tang Yuan, her grandson holding her great-grandson was too adorable.

"Don’t mind your grandpa, just say what you want to do; being your grandmother, I know you’re not a domineering person, there must be a reason behind your talk of favors. Speak up, if your grandfather doesn’t help you, grandma will."

With a kindly face, causing Old Sir Song to huff coldly.

"Keep spoiling him then! Keep spoiling! I... Fine, I won’t say anything more."

Upon receiving a glare from his wife, Old Sir Song angrily shut his mouth.