Chapter 19 Why Doesn't Mom Love Her?
She must have wanted to see Jiang Chengli; how deeply she cherishes him!
Yan Songyu didn't interrupt or argue with her any further; he simply nodded and left.
Feifei hugged Yan Songyu's neck and whispered in her ear, "Mommy, that auntie keeps looking at me."
Yan Songyu turned around and glanced at Zhou Yue, who was startled and hurriedly lowered her head.
"Because Feifei is pretty and cute, that aunt couldn't help but take a few more glances."
Feifei's face flushed, and her bright, dark almond-shaped eyes looked at Yan Songyu. "Really?"
"Of course! Feifei is the cutest girl."
Feifei shyly buried her face in Yan Songyu's gray-brown wavy hair, "Mom is the prettiest!"
"Then we're the most beautiful mother and daughter!" Yan Songyu boasted along with Feifei.
As Zhou Yue watched Fei Fei cling to Yan Songyu and act coquettishly, she felt both happy and bittersweet. Unconsciously, she followed Yan Songyu's steps. She didn't intend to disturb Fei Fei's life, but every time she saw Fei Fei, she couldn't help but want to get closer.
"Mom, will Dad be alright?" Feifei suddenly asked.
Yan Songyu gently patted Feifei's back, "Don't worry, Dad is fine now. He can go home after a period of observation in the hospital."
Feifei breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."
Jiang Chengli had already woken up and was frowning as he closed his eyes to rest. The pain from his wound made him want to faint, but he had slept too much and couldn't fall asleep for the time being.
"Honey, how are you feeling?"
As soon as she entered the door, Yan Songyu put on a worried expression.
Jiang Chengli blinked. It hurt!
"It's alright, isn't it?"
Jiang Chengli blinked again. Oh no, it hurts! It's so uncomfortable!
"Don't worry, there's nothing serious, you'll get better soon." Yan Songyu smiled with relief, took Feifei's little hand and walked closer to the hospital bed. "Feifei also said she wanted to come and see you."
Jiang Chengli then looked at the little girl beside Yan Songyu. The little girl's eyes were watery, probably because she was scared.
Feifei looked at her father lying helplessly on the hospital bed, his head and arms wrapped in bandages, and tears streamed down her face. "Daddy, does it hurt?"
Jiang Chengli felt a surge of warmth in his heart. After all, she was his daughter; even at such a young age, she knew how to care for her father.
Feifei then stepped forward and took Jiang Chengli's uninjured right hand, leaned over the bed and gently blew on it a few times, "Daddy, let me warm you up, you need to get better soon!"
Jiang Chengli forced a smile, took Feifei's hand, and seemed to want to comfort her.
"Alright, baby, we can't bother Daddy anymore." Yan Songyu pulled Feifei away. "Daddy needs to rest well so he can recover quickly, you know?"
"Okay." Feifei nodded obediently. "Daddy, I'll come see you again tomorrow."
"Thank you for your hard work. Please be vigilant tonight," Yan Songyu instructed the caregivers.
Caregiver: "Okay, Miss Yan, don't worry."
After watching Yan Songyu's figure disappear into the elevator, Zhou Yue hurriedly peeked through the door.
Jiang Chengli lost too much blood and quickly fell asleep again. Zhou Yue was very worried, but dared not get any closer.
On the way home, Feifei suddenly patted her head and said, "Mom, we have a parent-teacher conference next week."
"Okay, Mom will definitely make time to go."
“But Mom…” Feifei hesitated, “The teacher said that both Mom and Dad have to go because there will be a competition, but Dad is still sick. What should we do?”
Yan Songyu held her daughter's chubby little hand and suggested, "Daddy definitely won't be able to leave the hospital next week, so how about Mommy takes you to the competition?"
Feifei shook her head. "Mom has her own competitions, Dad has his own competitions, and then there's the family competition. It would be very tiring for Mom to participate in all of them."
"Mom isn't afraid of being tired, and I'm so happy that she got to take my precious daughter's competition spot all to herself."
"But I don't want Mom to be tired." Feifei's little face scrunched up. She thought for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up. "Mom, can I ask Uncle Feng for help?"
Yan Songyu instinctively refused, but seeing Feifei's expectant little eyes, she finally gave in, "Then Feifei can go and ask Uncle Feng herself if he has time."
Feifei clapped her hands happily, "Great! Uncle Feng will definitely agree, he likes me the most."
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"Cough cough~"
The little girl on the ground slowly woke up. Zhou Mu twitched and coughed up a mouthful of blood, his two teeth standing out starkly in the blood.
She got up and gently touched her swollen left cheek. "Ouch—"
She couldn't even frown; it hurt too much!
Not only does her face hurt, but her teeth hurt, and her ears hurt even more. She also hears a buzzing sound from time to time. Moreover, the swelling on her left cheek has reduced her left eye to just a small slit, making it difficult for her to see clearly.
Zhou Mu sat numbly on the ground, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, impossible to wipe away.
Why?
Why, why, why?
Zhou Mu screamed helplessly in her heart. She didn't understand what she had done wrong. She didn't understand why she could only wear other people's old clothes. She didn't understand why she couldn't go out and play like other children.
She didn't understand why she had so much work to do every day. Other mothers wouldn't let their children near the kitchen or use fire or knives, but for her, these were tasks she had to complete every day.
She didn't understand why her mother didn't love her the way Aunt Sun loved Xia Mingyang. Everyone said she was much more well-behaved and sensible than Xia Mingyang.
Coo coo coo—
Zhou Mu's stomach growled.
Through blurry eyes, she looked at the already cold food on the table, climbed onto a chair, and began to eat in small bites. The potatoes were dark and had a burnt taste, the vegetables were bitter, and the rice was more like a thick porridge, but it was just right for her at the moment.
My stomach has stopped growling, but why can't I stop crying? It must be because I didn't eat enough. If I eat more, I won't be hungry anymore, and then I won't cry. Yes, I need to eat more!
Zhou Mu stuffed large mouthfuls of food into his mouth, but this aggravated the injury on his face, making it hurt even more, and tears fell one after another into the bowl.
She finally lost her temper, sweeping all the dishes off the table and burying her face in the table, letting her tears soak her sleeves.
As soon as Zhou Yue opened the door, she saw the mess on the floor and instinctively cursed, "Zhou Mu! Have you been eating too much every day? Smashing bowls and chopsticks and wasting food, don't you know what's going on in our house? Either you pick up the food on the floor and eat it, or you don't need to eat for the next few days and just starve to death."
Even after she finished scolding him, Zhou Mu, who was lying on the table, remained motionless. In the past, Zhou Mu would have moved cautiously as soon as she opened her mouth.
Zhou Yue approached with a gloomy face. When her gaze fell on Zhou Mu's face, which was bruised and swollen beyond recognition, her anger instantly dissipated, replaced by a feeling that was hard to describe—a mix of guilt and heartache. "Xiao Mu? Mu Mu?"
Zhou Mu still hadn't woken up. Zhou Yue reached out in alarm and touched him; he was burning hot!
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