Father and Son
It's late at night. Liu Ru didn't want to take care of the child, so Zhao Shi took the child back to her own room for easier care during the night.
"Hehe, my dear grandson, grandma is counting on you for this lifetime!" Zhao Shi took care of the child during the day and still had to do housework, very tired. She hadn't had a good night's sleep for a whole month while taking care of the child. Now her eyelids were heavy as she yawned and nudged Su Daqi beside her: "Daqi, you watch the grandson tonight, I'm really too tired."
Su Daqi responded with a couple of murmurs. Zhao Shi placed the child between them, changed the diaper once, and, exhausted, fell into a deep sleep.
At first, Su Daqi was still taking care of the child, but soon he couldn't hold on either and fell asleep, even snoring.
Suddenly, the door was silently pushed open. Su Shimao stood at the doorway, staring darkly at the three on the bed. Under the moonlight, the scar on his face from the flesh punishment was especially ugly and striking.
The baby on the bed was sleeping sweetly and obediently. Su Shimao quietly walked over, seeing Zhao Shi and Su Daqi sound asleep, and raised his arm to pick up the child.
Su Shimao's hand trembled slightly; after a few tries, he finally lifted the child.
The child, still wrapped in swaddling clothes, continued to sleep soundly, completely unaware.
Su Shimao held the child like a thief, sneaking back to his room, placing the child on the bed, and one hand gripping the child's neck.
Perhaps awakened by the disturbance, the baby opened its small mouth, yawned, and with eyes closed, puckered its lips searching for milk. Its lips touched Su Shimao's finger and began to suck on it.
The baby carried a faint milky scent; its soft lips and tongue sucked on Su Shimao's finger, as innocent and tender as a baby's skin.
But Su Shimao's eyes were cold, without a trace of warmth, staring at his son—the very cause of his loss of family status.
"You little... curse..." Su Shimao stared coldly at the child, a hint of madness in his eyes: "The sages say we should be filial. But you, curse, became a stumbling block for your own father from birth, causing your father to live like a dog at home. You're so unfilial, how do you have the face to live in this world? Better if you were dead..."
Su Shimao murmured lowly, but the baby was completely unaware of the murderous intent in his father's eyes. The baby had been unable to suck any milk for a long time and opened its eyes, looking confused.
Then, seeing his father, the baby opened his small mouth and babbled happily at Su Shimao, his pink gums drooling since he hadn't grown teeth yet.
It seemed like he wanted to grab his father's finger. The baby struggled to stretch his little hand out of the swaddling clothes, his small, chubby fist grasping Su Shimao's finger.
"Choo—choo—" The little baby let out an adorable laugh, smiling innocently at his father.
Su Shimao looked at his son expressionlessly, but there was not a trace of pity in his eyes, not even the slightest compassion that a father or even a human should have.
He wrapped one hand around the baby's neck, murmuring, "Curse, that vile Liu Ru is so promiscuous, who knows whose child you really are... No, you definitely aren't my son, Su Shimao. That vile Liu Ru schemed so hard to marry in, she must have been pregnant with someone else's child... You are someone else's son, the proof that Liu Ru cuckolded me. I'll strangle you, you bastard..."
The madness in Su Shimao's eyes grew larger. Although he knew in his heart that Liu Ru's son was indeed his, he kept muttering "bastard" to the baby, as if trying to find a reasonable excuse to kill the child.
"Die, little bastard!" Su Shimao's hand suddenly tightened.