Male Lead's Canon Fodder Wife novel Chapter 1262

After Feng Chen left, Yang Mengyao cried in the bedroom while Feng Heng stayed in the living room hugging his doll while sobbing.

Standing outside the door, the man heard the sounds of crying from within, and his eyes darkened. He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Hearing the knocks, Yang Mengyao quickly wiped away her tears. Even though she and her husband often argued, she didn’t want others to know her marriage was in disharmony.

As she walked to the door, she asked hoarsely, "Who is it?"

"Yaoyao, it’s me, Bocheng."

Hearing that it was her maternal cousin, Yang Mengyao opened the door. Looking at him, she asked, "Cousin, what brings you here?"

Seeing her swollen eyes, Cai Bocheng instinctively raised his hand to wipe away her tears. But before he could touch her, Yang Mengyao turned her head, avoiding his touch.

Clenching his fist, he lowered his hand and said, "I just came back from the city and brought gifts for you and Xiao Heng."

Noticing the large bag he carried, Yang Mengyao stepped aside and invited him in, "Cousin, please come in."

After Cai Bocheng entered the house, he glanced around and asked, "Where is your husband?"

"He still has work to do and won’t be coming back tonight. Cousin, have a seat. I will get you some tea," Yang Mengyao replied casually.

Having grown up together, she was comfortable letting him in, even when her husband wasn’t around.

While she went to the kitchen, Cai Bocheng walked over to the couch. He placed the bag on the small table and crouched in front of Feng Heng. Seeing the boy’s teary eyes, his expression darkened.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he asked, "Xiao Heng, what’s wrong? Did your father scold you again?"

Shaking his head, Feng Heng lowered his gaze and whispered, "Uncle, my father doesn’t want me anymore."

"What do you mean by that? How can your father not want you?" Cai Bocheng asked.

Raising his head, Feng Heng replied, "I heard my father say that I’m not his son. Uncle, if I’m not my father’s son, then who is my father?"

The moment Cai Bocheng heard this, a flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes before he quickly masked it. He didn’t know why Feng Chen suddenly said such a thing, but he was certain he hadn’t left any traces behind. No one should know the truth besides himself.

He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say a word, Yang Mengyao returned with two cups of tea.

Placing the cups on the table, she said, "Cousin, don’t listen to Ah Heng. My husband was just angry when he said that. Angry words don’t mean anything."

Cai Bocheng stood up and looked at her, "Is that so?"