"Daddy, hug me, hug Youyou!" As soon as little Youyou saw Xian Mingyu, she cried out to get down from Xian Shaodong's arms.

Dad hasn't held her in a long time, and the little one misses him terribly.

"Mingyu, are your legs okay?" Xian Shaodong didn't dare to put Xiaoyouyou directly on Xian Mingyu's legs, as he was still injured.

"It's alright, Dad. I don't feel anything anyway." He couldn't help but force a bitter smile at the end.

Indeed, there was no sensation at all; these two legs were like decorations.

He used to love running and swimming, relying on his two legs... But now, he can't do anything and has to be manipulated by others, unable to take care of himself.

It's incredibly ironic.

Xian Shaodong and Fang Peiru exchanged a glance, feeling so sorry for each other that they didn't know what to say.

Hsien Ming-yu took Xiao Youyou from his father's hands and sat her on his lap. The little one babbled happily.

Bai Xiaoruo also came over; she had heard everything they had just said.

She held his hand and encouraged him, "This is only temporary. I believe you can get back on your feet. No matter how long it takes, I will never give up on you."

“Mm.” Xuan Mingyu returned her a smile.

Yes, they all need to stay strong and are praying that he will get better, that he definitely will.

Having stayed in the hospital for nearly two months, Xian Mingyu really wanted to move back home. He didn't like the hospital environment, nor did he like the pungent smell of disinfectant all day long, or the nurses coming in and out to change his dressings. All of these things made him very uncomfortable.

The next morning, Xian Shaodong helped him with the discharge procedures and also had the servants prepare a room on the first floor for him so he could move in as soon as he got back.

***

The wheelchair was pushed to the front of the car, and it took two people to help Xuan Mingyu slowly stand up and get into the car. Bai Xiaoruo was anxiously watching from the side, constantly telling them to be gentle. Although he had been discharged from the hospital, his injuries had not yet fully healed.

On the way home, Bai Xiaoruo held Xian Mingyu's hand, tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder, "Honey, we're finally home."

"Yes, we're home." He reached out and touched her face.

With her by my side, I feel really at ease.

For the time being, Xian Shaodong and Fang Peiru will not return to the United States. Instead, they will stay with the young couple. After all, one is pregnant, the other has difficulty walking, and there is a child. Many things need to be taken care of. Even if Bai Xiaoru had three heads and six arms, it would be very difficult for her to do it all by herself.

Although several maids were arranged at home, Fang Peiru was still worried, especially about Bai Xiaoru's pregnancy meals. She had personally prepared and brought them to Bai Xiaoru when she was in the hospital, and she still did the same now that Bai Xiaoru was home. She would remember what Bai Xiaoru liked to eat and try to cook less of what she didn't like. Bai Xiaoru was very touched by this and treated Fang Peiru like her own mother. She would often cling to Fang Peiru and act coquettishly, feeling that she was really happy.

"Come on, Mingyu, you and Xiaoruo will sleep in this room tonight. Everything's ready for you. The bed isn't high, so it'll be easy if you need to get up in the middle of the night," Fang Peiru said, showing them the room.

The style is simple and elegant. The room is not big, but it has a desk, a small bookshelf, a wardrobe, a bed, and a bathroom.

Actually, this is enough, considering it's only a temporary stay. Once Xianmingyu's leg heals, he can naturally go back to his room upstairs.

Fang Peiru added a final reminder: "Xiao Ru is pregnant now, so you mustn't bully her anymore. Be careful when you turn over at night, so you don't crush her." If it weren't for their inseparable and affectionate relationship, Fang Peiru wouldn't have agreed to let Bai Xiaoru and Xian Mingyu share a room.

She knows her son perfectly well; what if she can't resist making advances on Xiao Ruo again? That would be terrible.

Xian Mingyu remained silent, speechless. He wasn't a fat man, and he didn't sleep crookedly. The bed was so big, how could he possibly roll over on her?

"Okay, Mom, Mingyu won't do that. I promise you, we'll both be fine." Bai Xiaoruo took Fang Peiru's arm. "Mom, I'm so hungry. Is there anything to eat at home?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I've prepared everything for you. I'll go get it for you. Don't wander off. Just stay here with Mingyu."

"Okay, thank you, Mom."

***

The servants here don't stay overnight.

After dinner, Bai Xiaoru helped Fang Peiru clear the dishes and take them to the kitchen to wash.

Fang Peiru scolded her, telling her to stop working and sit down to rest, but Bai Xiaoru just felt very bored and uncomfortable if she didn't move around. Fang Peiru had no choice but to give in to her.

The father and son from the Xian family, along with Xiaoyouyou, were sitting on the sofa watching TV, while Fang Peiru and Bai Xiaoruo were busy washing dishes in the kitchen.

Normally, it's Xian Shaodong who does the dishes and cooking. Because he loves his wife, he hasn't let her do any housework for decades. But now that Bai Xiaoru is pregnant, everything needs to be done more carefully, so Fang Peiru took the initiative to do it herself.

While wiping the clean dishes, Bai Xiaoru couldn't help but ask Fang Peiru, "Mom, I feel like Dad always goes along with you. Do you have any tips on how to keep Dad completely under your thumb?"

She was genuinely curious.

Although Xian Mingyu usually treats her very well, he occasionally gets angry and will yell at anyone he sees, or he will just stand there with a dark expression and remain silent. He always has a short temper. But Xian's father is different. Bai Xiaoruo has never seen him lose his temper. He is always so gentle and kind. He will listen to whatever Fang Peiru says and never dares to protest.

"I don't really have any tricks up my sleeve. He's been like this for years. Sometimes I even think he's too slow. He does everything at a leisurely pace."

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