Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 344 - 357: Jue’s Truth

Su Xingyu was also exasperated. Had Han lost his mind after being abducted?

Though he was silly before, getting beaten by Ouyang Yi numerous times yet still liking to stick around him to play, Ouyang Yi was his godfather! How could this compare to a dangerous child who almost needed a heart transplant?

Although she desperately wanted to drag her brat out and teach him a lesson, it was more pressing to separate the two children.

Su Xingyu went forward, squatted down, and grabbed Jue’s hand, which was clasping Han’s so tightly, speaking softly to Jue, "Let go of Han, okay? You might hurt him."

But Jue acted as if he hadn’t heard, still clutching Han tightly.

Su Xingyu was anxious but didn’t dare to forcefully pry Jue’s hand. The child’s small hand was thin, cold, and nothing but bony. She was afraid she might break that fragile hand accidentally.

It was only then she noticed Jue’s odd behavior.

The child’s eyes were wooden, staring intently at Han, while letting out a continuous "ah-ah-ah—" that was meaningless. The tone and frequency of his voice were so singular, it was unlike any normal child. Amidst Han’s wailing cries, Jue’s peculiarity was magnified immensely, making it even more conspicuous.

Su Xingyu was startled and instinctively turned to Lu Shifeng, "Lu Shifeng! What’s wrong with your son? Something seems off."

She still held on to the idea she had when approaching this chaotic scene, thinking perhaps the child had seen something unclean and got mesmerized. Jue’s expression was unlike what a normal child should have; it seemed possessed—rigid, hollow, and lifeless.

Lu Shifeng’s expression was somewhat bitter.

He also squatted down, gently but resolutely hugging Jue from behind, as if he was accustomed to doing so, using his hand to pry Jue’s grip.

Jue’s strength was limited, and with Lu Shifeng’s skilled action, he quickly had to release Han.

Su Xingyu quickly pulled Han’s arm out to inspect it; sure enough, the arm, originally plump and short like a tender lotus root, bore a fierce red-purple bruise from Jue’s grip.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah——!" Seeing Han being dragged away, Jue’s numb expression remained unchanged, but his cries grew louder.

"It’s okay, Jue, it’s okay," Lu Shifeng reassured him, while looking up at Su Xingyu, "Xingyu, could you please let Han stay here without moving, give Jue some time to calm down."

Su Xingyu was also frantically comforting the child, luckily Han was fairly obedient, his cries quickly softened.

Hearing Lu Shifeng’s words, she looked at him in surprise, "Why?"

Lu Shifeng replied, "This child... has autism."

Su Xingyu’s heart ached fiercely for some reason.

Just like the first time she heard Jue’s screams, the pain came so swiftly and intensely, catching her off guard and taking her breath away.

She was shocked, looking at the child Lu Shifeng was protecting, clearly supposed to be a pampered young master, but was instead sallow, thin, with vacant eyes, staring intently at Han while struggling to reach for him, filled with fury in his cries. She thought this child only had a heart condition, but now realized he had autism too!

Oh my god...

Suddenly, she recalled four years ago, the Lu Family’s doctor told her Lu Shifeng had mild autism.

At that time, she specifically checked the data on autism, wasn’t autism a severe condition within the spectrum of solitary disorders?

Was this... hereditary?!

She only felt sorrow, how unfair heaven was, inflicting such a cruel illness on such an innocent child.

Watching Jue continue to struggle and scream, her heart suddenly filled with compassion, thinking, this child must have had a hard time growing up to be this big, right?

"Xingyu, just let Han stay here, it will be fine in a while," Lu Shifeng’s voice was dry as he spoke to her, "Jue generally doesn’t show interest in external things, but once he does, it’s difficult to remove that thing from around him, which is characteristic of autism. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not saying Han is a thing, it’s just that this is the first time Jue is interested in a living person, which is... important."

Su Xingyu really wanted to say, what happens to your son is your own business, what does it have to do with my son?

But looking at the frail little guy in his arms, she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Jue was still screaming, desperately trying to pounce on Han, hysterical, even his voice was almost hoarse.

Su Xingyu instinctively shielded Han in her arms again, but this time not overly forceful.

Han broke free from her, sobbing and hiccuping, "Jue won’t hurt me."

He said, wanting to take Jue’s hand.

Su Xingyu was startled, fearing Jue might scratch him again, "Wait!"

She pulled Han back, tidying his messy hospital gown, letting down the originally rolled-up sleeves to cover his entire arm and chubby little hand, only then did she hold Han’s hand herself, cautiously inching it toward Jue’s hand.

Jue immediately grabbed Han’s sleeve, and Su Xingyu applied just a little deft force, preventing him from scratching Han’s skin.

The two adults tensely watched the children.

Once Jue got a hold, his screams finally began to subside, soon completely quiet.

Han vigorously reached out his other small hand, this time grabbing Jue, "Jue, don’t be afraid, I’m here with you."

Su Xingyu watched the two children, feeling only exhausted, wanting to sigh.

Lu Shifeng, on the other hand, was relieved that Jue had finally found something, and his emotions had finally stabilized.

He raised his hand to wipe the dust off Jue’s face, but Jue seemed to have no feeling, only staring at Han intently, ignoring everyone around.

Lu Shifeng felt a dull pain in his heart, but he’d long been accustomed; children with autism are so oblivious, even to their closest parents, treating them like strangers.

He recalled when Zhuang Heng was pregnant.

Her pregnancy came at a bad time, Su Xingyu had just ’died’ in the fire, and he was heartbroken and inconsolable.

Meanwhile, Zhuang Heng’s belly grew larger day by day, openly and secretly pestering him for a status, while the elders of the Zhuang Family and the Lu Family were also pressuring him to soon forget Su Xingyu and openly marry this pregnant wife into the family.

He didn’t agree.

During that time, he often had an illusion, frequently staring at the direction of the burnt-out villa at sunset, sitting for a long time. He felt that the title of ’wife’ would always belong to Su Xingyu, as long as he wouldn’t marry anyone else, she was still alive, only temporarily away, possibly returning at any time.