Old Mrs. Qiao decided to take Bai Xiaoru's child back to Qiao Palace.

Before she did so, Old Mrs. Qiao had a long talk with Qin Xiaorou.

She said that the child would be Qin Xiaorou's from now on, and that he and Qiao Yaozu were only father and son by blood.

"I will not tell Yaozu that this is his son." Old Mrs. Qiao said to Qin Xiaorou, "Xiaorou, thank you."

Qin Xiaorou said, "You’re welcome, Old Mrs. Qiao. This is my choice, but," there was a touch of hesitation in her eyes, "Is it too early to bring the child back to Qiao Palace? "

"Not too early." Old Mrs. Qiao said, "I have been putting it off because I did not know how to take care of the child, but now that you are willing to take care of him. There is no reason to put it off any longer. I’ve considered what you said to me, but just in case, we’d better take him back earlier.”

Qin Xiaorou did not say anything more.

She knew that Old Mrs. Qiao had made up her mind and it would be futile for her to say anything more.

Besides, the day would come sooner or later.

...

Old Mrs. Qiao and Qin Xiaorou arrived at the villa where Bai Xiaoru lived.

When Bai Xiaoru heard that her son was to be taken away, she was struck dumb.

Although she knew that the day would come, she couldn't accept it when it did.

When she was looking at her son who was so young, her heart was pulled into pieces and her tears instantly fell like rain.

"Snap!"

Tears fell from Bai Xiaoru's eyes onto the baby's tender face.

As if sensing something, the little child looked straight at Bai Xiaoru with his big, shinny eyes. After a while, he suddenly cried out.

The cry broke Bai Xiaoru's heart.

Tears of the mother and son were streaming down.

It was a heartrending scene.

Qin Xiaorou turned her back, her eyes red.

Old Mrs. Qiao was so upset that she wanted to turn around and leave, but she couldn't.

The child had to be taken away anyway.

Sooner than later.

"Take the child away." Old Mrs. Qiao said to the maid next to her.

The maid reached out, "Miss Bai, give me the child."

Bai Xiaoru's hands trembled and pain flashed in her eyes.

Just as the maid was about to take the baby from Bai Xiaoru's hands, Bai Xiaoru jerked backwards and held the baby in her arms tight.

When Old Mrs. Qiao saw Bai Xiaoru's behaviour, her voice took on an air of authority, "Bai Xiaoru, we’ve reached an agreement."

Bai Xiaoru's lips trembled violently. She was unable to utter a word, but her hands holding the child tightened.

Seeing this, Qin Xiaorou turned back to Old Mrs. Qiao and said, "Old Mrs. Qiao, Bai Xiaoru is a woman of her word. Since she promised to give us the child, she will definitely do it. However, for the mother and child, separation is the most painful in the world. Give her some time. We will wait outside."

Old Mrs. Qiao hesitated and finally nodded.

Together with the maids, they walked out of the door, leaving Bai Xiaoru and the child.

Bai Xiaoru held the child, tears streaming down. She pressed her face to the child's with tears all over their faces.

Her tears, as well as the child’s.

The child kept crying, hysterically.

Hearing the child's dry sound from crying, Bai Xiaoru held back her tears, "Baby, let's not cry, let's not cry, let's not be sad, don't cry."

As she said this, she gently rocked the child.

The baby gradually stopped crying as she soothed and rocked him.