Fu Hanchuan came out through the door, walked over to him step by step, and crouched down, softening his voice. "Sweetheart, are you hungry? Would you like to eat something out before going home, or should we go home together and have the housekeeper cook?"
Wen Yanyu looked up at the man, instinctively wanting to take his hand, but his hands had been shaking for so long that he had no strength left to lift them.
Noticing this, Fu Hanchuan immediately took his hand, then slipped one arm beneath his knees and the other around his waist and under his shoulders, lifting him steadily into a bridal carry.
The person in his arms was very, very light. Never mind someone who exercised year-round like him-even an adult with a little strength could have picked him up effortlessly.
Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes, hiding the worry in them.
"Do you want to go home or eat out?" Fu Hanchuan dipped his head slightly and asked again beside the boy's ear.
Wen Yanyu buried his face against the man's neck and shoulder, his voice very soft and a little sleepy. "I want to go home with you."
"All right. Home. We're going home."
The understated black Cayenne sent water splashing along the roadside, leaving trails of ripples across the wet ground.
Soft, slow instrumental music played inside the car.
Wen Yanyu lowered his eyes and stared blankly for a while, then suddenly murmured, "I'm sorry. I've caused you so much trouble..."
His voice was very quiet.
Fu Hanchuan's eyes darkened slightly, and he held him tighter.
"You've never been a burden to me."
Fine raindrops fell against the car window.
Though the drive home from the hospital was not long, Wen Yanyu still unconsciously leaned into the arms of the person beside