Chapter 106 (Updated 1061)

106:

Qin Cheng looked at his father in surprise, incredulous.

Mu Zheng pulled him into his arms and explained gently, "It's not that your mom and dad deliberately lied to you. It's just that things happened so suddenly back then, and your mom and dad were afraid you'd worry, so they thought they'd tell you after things calmed down a bit. That way, you wouldn't have to be afraid. You're your mom and dad's child. Your mom is sick, so of course you should know. That's why I came back specifically to tell you. Xiao Cheng, would you like to come with me to see your mom tomorrow?"

Qin Cheng nodded quickly.

Is Mom still feeling unwell?

"You're much better now. The doctor said you should stay in the hospital for a few more days of observation. If there are no problems, you can go home, and then you can go home too."

Qin Cheng hummed in agreement, "I can take care of Mom."

Mu Zheng patted his hair. "Xiao Cheng is such a good boy. But you're still young, so let the nanny come instead. That way you can talk to your mother more, which will be much better."

"Okay," Qin Cheng replied.

Mu Zheng kissed him.

Qin Cheng hugged him tightly, her little arms unconsciously straining.

He never knew that while he was happy and joyful, his mother was sick.

Qin Cheng felt uncomfortable and even more afraid.

He is a very smart child, even though Mu Zheng has tried his best to downplay Qin Luan's condition.

However, Qin Cheng still sensed the danger of Qin Luan's illness this time.

His mother wouldn't hide his cold and fever from him and let him stay at his grandfather's house.

A cold and fever are minor illnesses, so his mother's illness must not be a minor one.

Qin Cheng doesn't want to lose his mother.

He loves his mother and wants to be with her forever.

Mu Zheng sensed his tension and fear, gently patted his back, and comforted him, "It's okay, Mommy's okay, Xiao Cheng, don't be afraid."

Qin Cheng held him for a long time before nodding very gently.

He slept with Mu Zheng for one night, and the next day, he went to the hospital with Mu Zheng, along with Ye Qingxi.

Ye Qingxi bought flowers.

He picked out a bunch of pure white calla lilies and then helped Qin Cheng pick out a bunch of pink carnations.

Qin Cheng held him in his arms and got into the car with him.

Qin Luan is staying in a VIP ward, which has a very nice environment and a lot of space.

Ever since she received Mu Zheng's message saying that they had set off, she has been unable to sleep, eagerly awaiting their arrival.

Whenever there was a noise outside the door, Qin Luan would get up and look towards the door.

But instead of the person she was waiting for, doctors and nurses came.

Finally, after repeatedly checking the time on her watch, the person she wanted to see gently pushed open the door to her hospital room and walked in.

Qin Luan immediately sat up from the hospital bed and looked at them with a smile.

Qin Cheng looked at her, his steps slowed unconsciously, and his eyes stung with tears.

—His mother has lost weight.

Ye Qingxi walked towards Qin Luan first and gave her the calla lily she was holding.

"Thank you," Qin Luan said gently.

Ye Qingxi shook her head. "Auntie, I hope you get well soon."

"Yes, I will," Qin Luan replied.

She said, "I have to thank you so much for this, Xiaoxi."

"You're welcome." Ye Qingxi smiled. "I'm glad you're alright, Aunt."

Qin Luan smiled and said, "Thanks to you, everything is fine now."

After saying that, she turned to look at her son.

Qin Cheng slowly walked towards her.

He handed the pink carnations he was holding to Qin Luan.

Qin Luan took it and said to him, "It's very beautiful, Mom likes it very much."

Qin Cheng looked at her, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

His heart was filled with mixed feelings, like a continuous, gloomy drizzle.

Qin Luan turned around, placed the two bouquets of flowers she was holding on the table next to her, and then pulled Qin Cheng to her side and hugged him.

"It's alright now," Qin Luan comforted him. "Mom's fine now. After resting for a few more days, Mom can be discharged from the hospital and go home with Xiao Cheng."

She looked down at her son and reached out to touch his face.

At this moment, Qin Cheng rarely showed his emotions.

He buried his head in her arms and held her tightly.

Qin Luan patted his back and kept coaxing him.

Ye Qingxi heard a very soft whimper, like a small animal sobbing.

He subconsciously wanted to leave so that Qin Cheng could reveal more of his hidden emotions to his mother.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw Mu Zheng standing behind him.

Ye Qingxi: ...

Ye Qingxi remembered that she was a five-year-old child.

In this situation, it would be impossible for him to leave the ward alone.

His uncle is definitely worried.

So, Ye Qingxi grabbed Mu Zheng's arm and led him out.

Mu Zheng thought he had something to say to him, so after reaching the door of the ward, he asked, "What's wrong, Xiao Xi? Is something the matter?"

Ye Qingxi shook his head and said, "I just want my brother and his mother to be alone for a while."

Upon hearing this, Mu Zheng felt that he was indeed a thoughtful and gentle good boy.

He pulled Ye Qingxi to sit down on a chair not far away and said to him, "Uncle is very grateful to you for what happened this time. If it weren't for your reminder, your brother Qin Cheng might not have a mother."

"I don't want my brother to be without a mother," Ye Qingxi said.

Hearing this, Mu Zheng asked him, "And what about you? Do you want your mother? Do you miss your mother?"

After Ye Qingxi entered the Mu family, everyone subconsciously avoided talking about his mother.

It was as if Ye Qingxi wouldn't know he had a mother unless they mentioned it.

But how could he not know?

Even if he really doesn't know, when he sees other children with their mothers, and other children with their mothers, will he wonder where his mother is, why she isn't with him, and why she doesn't come to see him?

No one has ever asked Ye Qingxi this question.

Because no one wanted him to have contact with his biological mother.

Ye Qingxi himself wouldn't ask, because he knew very well that it was the Mu family who had taken him in.

Asking about his birth mother makes it seem as if he is dissatisfied with the Mu family, as if he is more concerned about someone else.

They tacitly maintained this balance of neither asking nor asking questions, but now, Mu Zheng wants to break this balance.

Ye Qingxi is just a child.

A five-year-old child.

He's so young, he has the right to ask this question.

He didn't want to be burdened by this matter and suffer because of it, despite his healthy appearance.

It's perfectly normal for a child to miss their mother, especially when everyone else around them has a mother, but they don't.

Ye Qingxi unconsciously recalled the face of his former mother.

He shook his head. "No."

"Really?" Mu Zheng asked gently. "Xiao Xi, you're still young. It's normal for you to miss her."

Mu Zheng was afraid that he would be embarrassed to say that he wanted to, so he denied it by saying that he didn't want to.

But Ye Qingxi really didn't want to.

There's nothing to think about.

His bond with his mother had been completely severed the day he committed suicide.

What followed was all ill-fated.

An inescapable, ill-fated relationship.

"I don't like her," he said in a low voice.

Mu Zheng looked into his lowered eyes, reached out and put his arm around his shoulder, letting him lean against him.

“It’s fine if you don’t like her,” he said. “She did something to wrong you first, so it’s understandable that you don’t like her.”

Ye Qingxi nodded.

It wasn't that he wronged her; she wronged him first. He naturally had the reason and the right to dislike her.

Ye Qingxi turned around and hugged Mu Zheng.

He didn't know why either.

Why do I want to hug the person next to me at this moment?

Why do I still feel wronged even though I don't like it anymore?

Perhaps feeling wronged has nothing to do with liking or disliking, but only with the situation itself.

Ye Qingxi thought that he didn't need his mother, and he wouldn't miss her. He was fine as he was.

No further changes are needed.

Mu Zheng patted his back reassuringly and coaxed him, "It's alright. If you don't like it, then from now on, she will have nothing to do with you anymore."

"Mmm," Ye Qingxi replied softly.

Mu Zheng touched his face.

Ye Qingxi's face was soft and warm, not cold—he didn't cry, thankfully, he didn't cry.

Mu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and said in a gentle tone, "Your aunt likes you very much, so if you ever feel that you need a mother, you can treat her as your mother. She will be very happy and willing."

Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?

ah?

Ye Qingxi looked up and saw Mu Zheng's gentle yet earnest gaze.

Ye Qingxi: ...

Before he could say that his father had already appointed a surrogate mother for him, he heard Mu Zheng say, "Actually, from the very beginning, I really wanted to adopt you. Your father is too young, and I was afraid he wouldn't be able to take good care of you. But I already have your brother, and your father doesn't have any children yet, so your grandfather insisted on choosing your father to be your father."

Mu Zheng rubbed his head. "Otherwise, you would be my and your aunt's child now."

"Of course, your father is taking good care of you now."

Ye Qingxi: ? ? ? ?

Ye Qingxi had no idea that such a thing existed.

He looked into Mu Zheng's gentle, even loving eyes and asked, "Does your brother know what you're thinking?"

His uncle actually wanted to adopt him and be his father—he said at first, but it seems he hasn't given up on the idea!

Ye Qingxi: ...Some people may seem to have only one father, but in reality, they have three fathers!

He really does have a lot of dads around him!

Ye Qingxi and Mu Zheng stayed outside for a while before Qin Cheng came out.

After he finished crying, he turned around and found that his father and younger brother were gone. He cleverly realized that they probably noticed that he was crying, so he quickly wiped away his tears, said a few words to Qin Luan, and went out to look for them.

Seeing him walk towards him, Mu Zheng stood up, walked up to him, and asked, "Have you finished talking to your mother?"

Qin Cheng nodded somewhat embarrassedly.

Mu Zheng ruffled his hair, turned around and waved to Ye Qingxi, then led him back to Qin Luan's ward.

Qin Luan will have to stay in the hospital for a few more days, and Mu Zheng will stay with her, so Qin Cheng will continue to live in the old house.

Ye Qingxi went home with him.

Aunt Zhang made egg tarts for them.

Ye Qingxi pulled Qin Cheng to sit at the coffee table in the living room and started eating.

"Is it delicious, brother?" he asked Qin Cheng.

Qin Cheng nodded.

His mood dipped again as Mu Zheng left.

Ye Qingxi placed the egg tart with chocolate sauce in front of him and said, "Brother, if you want, you can go see your mother tomorrow. I'll go with you."

Upon hearing this, Qin Cheng looked up at him.

Ye Qingxi smiled and said, "We'll have Aunt Zhang make some delicious soup and bring it over."

He looked at Ye Qingxi's adorable face, which was full of concern, and said softly, "Xiaoxi, don't get sick in the future."

Ye Qingxi was stunned for a moment.

Qin Cheng looked at him: Don't get sick, don't leave me.

He was still quite frightened.

For Qin Cheng, this period was the happiest time of his life.

He has a mother he loves, a father he wants, a grandfather who loves him, and a younger brother he loves.

He is happy every day.

Every day, the sky seemed clear and the wind crisp, and the moon at night seemed to follow him everywhere.

But now, his mother's sudden illness has made him realize that none of these things are immutable.

What you manage to grasp may also disappear.

Qin Cheng was afraid, and Qin Cheng was unwilling.

He doesn't want the people he cares about to disappear.

He hopes everyone is doing well and staying close to him.

He turned around and hugged Ye Qingxi tightly.

"Don't get sick," he repeated.

It can make him sick.

But don't get sick yourself.

Ye Qingxi listened to his words and remained silent for a long while.

After a long while, he finally hummed in agreement.

The voice was low, but firm.

He will not get sick again.

He doesn't want to get sick again.