Chapter 62 Her suffering stemmed from her biological mother

"Isn't that great?" Feng Yu picked up the tablet, left the study, set it up, and then made himself some coffee.

"Why aren't you sleeping at night? Why are you drinking coffee?" Yan Songyu's beautiful eyebrows furrowed like caterpillars.

"Since you're finally coming to see me tomorrow, I need to finish some documents beforehand so I can spend time with you tomorrow."

Knowing she was worried about him, Feng Yu was even more gentle, "Alright, don't worry, I'll take good care of myself. Let's continue with the paternity test results."

Yan Songyu's attention was immediately diverted. "Jiang Chengli is probably secretly pleased after seeing the results. He might still be thinking about how to scheme against us. Anyway, he's definitely not going to get a divorce now. After seeing the test results, Zhou Yue went back and threw a bunch of clothes at Zhou Mu to hand wash, and wouldn't let her use hot water."

As she spoke, Yan Songyu also changed locations, went to the study, turned on the computer, and pulled up the Zhou family's surveillance footage. "They're still washing it now."

Zhou Mu finally finished washing the last sheet. She forced a pale smile, rubbed her back, and prepared to hang the sheet up to dry. But as she stood up, everything went black and she fell into the laundry tub.

Zhou Mu's already thin clothes were completely soaked by the cold water. She shivered and tried to get up by using the chair next to her where the sheets were, but because her hands had been frozen all day, she couldn't hold on and fell back into the basin, along with the freshly washed sheets that fell to the ground.

Looking at the soiled sheets on the floor and then at her swollen, numb hands, Zhou Mu's tears, which she had been holding back all day, suddenly fell. She couldn't get up, and she didn't want to get up.

The little one huddled in a basin of cold water, wailing and crying, "Waaaaah~ Waaaaah~ Waaaaah~"

It's so hard, washing clothes is so hard, washing bed sheets is even harder, living is so hard...

"Waaaaah~ Aww~ Mom, Mom..."

Lying on the small bed in the living room, Zhou Chenglong listened intently to Zhou Mu's crying. He first looked at Zhou Yue's tightly closed door, but there was no sound. Finally, he gritted his teeth, leaned on his cane, and went out to check on the situation. "What's wrong, Mu Mu?"

Zhou Mu was crying so hard that she couldn't hear anything from the outside world.

"Did you fall into the basin?" He shouted from the doorway. "Stop crying, get up quickly, you're all wet, you'll catch a cold if you stay any longer."

"Waaaaah~ Awooo~" Zhou Mu was still immersed in extreme sadness, seemingly shutting himself off.

Zhou Chenglong felt that Zhou Mu's current state seemed very strange, so he tentatively called out again, "Mu Mu?"

"Shut up!" Zhou Yue shouted at Zhou Chenglong. "If she wants to cry, just let her cry. She'll stop when she's had enough. The more you try to control her, the more energetic you'll become."

"No, no." Zhou Chenglong panicked. "Third sister, come out and take a look. I think Mumu seems a bit off."

"What do you mean by 'right' or 'wrong'? I raised you, sent you to school, and now you cry like this just because I asked you to do some laundry? What good is a piece of trash like you?"

Zhou Yue came out, draped in her clothes and cursing, "What a short-lived debt collector! He can't even do such a small thing..."

Zhou Yue stopped halfway through her rant.

The area around the pool was a mess, with a thin layer of ice faintly forming on the ground. Zhou Mu lay in the basin, sobbing softly, his body convulsing, his face turning blue and his lips turning purple. He was clearly crying so hard that he was about to suffocate.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and save them!"

Zhou Yue quickly pushed Zhou Chenglong away, pulled Zhou Mu out of the basin, and carried her into the house. She was also very flustered. She had never thought about raising Yan Songyu's daughter properly, but she also did not want to kill Zhou Mu. Zhou Mu could have a bad life, but she could not die at her hands.

Zhou Mu's small bed had long been occupied by Zhou Chenglong. She used to sleep on a wooden plank she found at the garbage dump, which she placed on a stool. Perhaps feeling embarrassed, Zhou Chenglong pulled out a blanket as hard as a rock from the small bed and covered Zhou Mu with it.

Zhou Yue put Zhou Mu on the wooden bed, trying to make her lie flat, but Zhou Mu couldn't help curling up and convulsing. Zhou Yue yelled at Zhou Chenglong, who had just picked up his crutch, "Come and help me, are you an idiot? Can't you see Zhou Mu is about to stop breathing?"

"Oh, here it comes."

Zhou Yue kept patting Zhou Mu's back to clear her meridians, and then pressed her philtrum. She also had Zhou Chenglong massage her feet, and gently comforted her, "Mu Mu, it's alright now, Mom is here, it's alright."

When Zhou Yue was finally exhausted and covered in sweat, and her wounds were throbbing, Zhou Mu finally regained normal breathing, but she didn't wake up. Instead, her head lolled to the side and she fainted.

Zhou Yue touched her forehead; she had a fever, and it was very hot!

Given Zhou Mu's current condition, Zhou Yue could only carry her back to her room, take off her wet clothes, dry her off with a towel, and put her in bed.

Looking at Zhou Chenglong by the door, Zhou Yue snapped at him impatiently, "Go boil some water and make ginger soup!"

"Oh, okay."

Zhou Chenglong was so subdued by Zhou Yue's tyranny that he didn't even dare to pick up his crutch from the ground and jumped directly into the kitchen.

At the same time, he had a deep question: what was her third sister's motive? Why was her own daughter going through all that trouble, and then she felt sorry for her when she got sick?

Yan Songyu stopped watching when Zhou Yue brought up Zhou Mu. She hated Zhou Yue and even took her anger out on Zhou Mu. But as a mother, seeing Zhou Mu, who was about the same age as Fei Fei, suffer like this, her heart still ached.

When Feng saw her frown, he comforted her, "Don't blame yourself. Her suffering comes from her biological mother, it has nothing to do with you. If you hadn't found out, Feifei would be facing all of this now. This is her own fate, the sins her mother committed, not your fault."

"Yes, I know. I'm just... a little sad. I'm a mother too, and seeing Zhou Mu like this, I couldn't help but feel a little compassion. But I won't be so kind as to give up my revenge."

Zhou Mu had a persistent high fever, and neither ginger soup nor fever-reducing medicine helped. In the middle of the night, Zhou Yue had no choice but to carry her and knock on the door of the only small clinic in Wei'anli.

It was the same female doctor again. She glanced at Zhou Yue and the child in her arms, and quickly invited them in, "What's wrong? Come in quickly."

"The child has caught a cold and has a persistent high fever."

The female doctor took the child's temperature. "40.2°C! He needs a fever-reducing injection." She quickly prepared the medicine. "Hold him tight and don't let him struggle. It would be troublesome if the needle got stuck inside his body."

"good."

Zhou Yue held Zhou Mu tightly, and Zhou Mu's unconscious struggle touched her wound. She could clearly feel the wetness on her abdomen, and the wound must have reopened.

Looking at the two "regular customers," the female doctor sighed, "You finally know how to care about this little girl, but you still need to be more careful in the future. It's cold, and the little girl's resistance isn't very good."

"Alright, put the child on the bed and observe for half an hour. If it doesn't improve, you'll have to take him to the hospital right away."

In the middle of the night, when Zhou Yue was carrying Zhou Mu home, exhausted, she saw a dark figure at the door.