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nHan Yizhou was looking at the mother and child from the side of the bed. He felt a weird feeling inside him. The tingling sensation of warmth that was crawling starting from his chest, spreading throughout his body was something he found strange when he stared at the picture in front of him: his beloved woman was holding a baby in her arms.

nHe was now a father. Those words were finally, slowly, sinking in him.

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"Yizhou, look.

" Lu Mengjie's voice snapped him out of his trance. She was looking at him with the loveliest smile he has ever seen from her despite looking all haggard.

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"Our son.

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nThose simple words coming from her were enough to fill his eyes with tears but he held them back, the overwhelming happiness he was feeling inside. He still couldn't believe it. He now has a family of his own. He felt like he was in a dream, a dream that he would never want to wake up.

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"Come, look at him. He's so cute,

" her soft voice invited.

"Do you want to carry him?

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"Carry him…

" He was hesitant. Would he be able to carry such a tiny little thing in his arms without hurting him?

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"I'll just…

" he paused. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed his own saliva before answering,

"I'll just watch from here.

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"Oh come on, Yizhou.

" Her tired and yet gentle eyes were cast at him as if she could see through the worries he had in mind at that moment.

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"What if… I accidentally crushed him?

" Fear and at the same time, anxiousness was evident in his voice.

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"Will you?

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"I…

" He gulped the lump he felt in his throat before continuing,

"I'll try my best not to.

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nThe corner of her lips slid upwards, a weak chuckle was heard.

"Then here, carry him.

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nAnd so, despite having the choice to decline, he stretched out his arms to take the baby from her. Gently, carefully, he carried the child. He was cautious. It was as if he was holding the most fragile thing on earth. His son.

nYes. The moment the baby was held in his arms, he had already considered him as his own. It was too early to find the similarities the baby had inherited from his parents but he cared less about it.

nHan Yizhou was an infertile man who was told that he could never have a child. He had only a low chance but that chance was nearly impossible.

nBack then before he met Lu Mengjie, he had never thought of wanting a family of his own so he considered his infertile a good thing. At least in this way, he could solely focus on his revenge by using any means, including sleeping with different women that he found useful. They all liked him, they all wanted to be in his bed. Who wouldn't? They all wanted to carry his child, they all declared that the child they were carrying was his but after a series of DNA tests, all came negative. He was simply not compatible with those women. He never loved them. Sleeping with them was just a small reward to keep them as his pawns. Besides, the one who was really having sex with them was Yong Liwei. Han Yizhou never liked being touched by others, hence he always had his black gloves on. How much more having sex with women he barely knew? They all were demanding for his love over and over again so he would usually switch places with his other alter. Unlike him, Yong Liwei was more than willing to use those around him as much as he wanted. Like what he has previously said, he would do anything to have his revenge on those who took his family away. Anything.

nHe has always thought that he was incapable of loving after he lost his family but there came Lu Mengjie in his life. At first, he thought that she was just like any other woman who approached him. He didn't care if she was someone from a known family or if she was the half-sister of his nephew he was not even close with but… there was something in her that attracted him. Was it her clear eyes that were straightforward enough to show what she was thinking? Or was it her shameless attitude when they first met? He couldn't tell. She was the only person with whom he never felt disgusted. Instead, her touch brought sparks in him. Something from her intrigued him. That was why he didn't switch with Yong Liwei when they first had sex. Lu Mengjie was simply… breathtaking for him.

nWas it love at first sight? No, it wasn't. He never believed in such things. When has he started falling for her?

nAh… that's right, that was when she told him that he was the risk she was willing to take. She was a girl with a kind and yet brave heart, he admired her. It was also that time that Yong Liwei took advantage of their situation. He used her as he pleased and he, on the other hand, allowed him despite feeling conflicted about it.

nWomen wanted to have his child and only Lu Mengjie was able to have it when both of them weren't ready to have one. But during that cordial moment, after witnessing Lu Mengjie give birth, Han Yizhou couldn't help but think of how blessed he was.

n'That child is not yours.' A voice in his mind whispered. 'How sure are you that you're the real father? We're infertile, remember?'

nEven if there was a possibility that the child wasn't his, he didn't care. He didn't need to run a DNA test on the baby to find out about it. He has already made up his mind to become a father, the father of the child that his beloved woman just gave birth to. Nothing and no one, including Yong Liwei, can change his mind.

nHe leaned forward just so he could place a soft kiss on his son's forehead.

"H… hey, little guy…

" His voice cracked. He took a deep breath to regain his composure but that was impossible.

nThe infant in his arms was now asleep, cuddling close against his warmth. He was so tiny. So precious. Just like his mother.

nA tear escaped from his left eye but he cared less about his image at that time. His mother, Chen Yuyan and her parents were all taken from him. His family. He may have lost them but during that moment, he was given a family of his own.

nHe didn't deserve any of this. He didn't deserve Lu Mengjie's love, not after the cruel things he has done just for revenge. He thought that he would walk in the dark for the rest of his life, his heart clouded only by hate, by wrath. He was a very sinful person who didn't deserve to be loved and yet… just why did someone like Lu Mengjie end up entering his life? Melting his ice-cold heart. Why was he receiving such acceptance that he didn't deserve? He had a million whys going on inside his head. He couldn't stop his tears anymore as he questioned all the good things that were happening in his life.

nWhen was the last time he cried? Was it during Chen Yuyan's funeral?

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"Yizhou…

" Lu Mengjie's soft voice was heard. She has been staring at him since earlier. She had never seen him express so many emotions all at once.

nThe man finally broke his gaze from the sleeping infant. He looked at her with his tear-filled eyes. An ever so gentle, genuine smile was seen on his face.

"Mengjie, thank you.

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nShe felt her heart jump when she saw his smile and heard his words. It was as if she was shot with another arrow coming from cupid's now.

nThe nurses and a doctor who were present were all touched when they witnessed the father's emotional moment. It was so heart-warming.

nHan Yizhou inhaled sharply, giving his son another kiss, through his mask, on his forehead.

"He looks like a lump of flesh. Our lump of flesh.

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nLu Mengjie's eyes softened. For some reason, those words didn't sound bad at all.

nSince their son had to be taken to the NICU, after a short moment, Han Yizhou finally gave his son to one of the nurses. He lowered his mask just so he could wipe off his cheeks dry.

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"Ah… I am supposed to be the one giving you a gift you know.

" He chuckled a bit.

"But you ended up giving me one instead.

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"Gift?

" She tilted her head to the side a bit in confusion.

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"I am supposed to surprise you but it seems like you will have to spend some time here in the hospital.

" He sighed sadly at the thought of delaying his plan for her. He reached out to hold her hand with both hands before he leaned forward to his temple.

"I still can't believe that our son will have the same birthday as you.

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