"How do you feel? Have some porridge."
"That's a lot, thank you."
The nurse placed the porridge on Su Ze's desk and took out an envelope.
Su Ze noticed that the nurse had been speaking Chinese to him, and the label on her chest had the word "Chinese" written on it.
It seems that this is to make it easier to help friends who don’t speak English.
After sleeping for a day, Su Ze felt much better. He only drank a few mouthfuls of porridge and didn't want to drink anymore.
The envelope was new and bulging, and he had no idea what was inside.
He said that it was left for him by the boy who brought him here.
Su Ze was wearing a hospital gown, his face was a sickly pale color, and he looked broken and weak. He seemed to have become even thinner after having a fever.
Just as Su Ze was about to open the envelope, Gu Qing outside had already received the message and rushed over.
The door was pushed open forcefully, and Su Ze stopped opening the envelope. Before he could react, the person in front of him yelled at him softly.
"Why are you running around? Do you know how hard it is for me to find you? Do you know how worried I am about you?"
Su Ze was startled and felt a little at a loss looking at Gu Qing who was sweating profusely.
"I, I left you a message."
Gu Qing saw that he was safe and sound, tried her best to calm her emotions, and then slowly calmed down.
"Sorry, I was too excited just now."
Su Ze lowered his eyes and shook his head gently: "It's okay."
Gu Qing just received a strange phone call from the hotel, informing him to come to the hospital.
Although it was strange, he still came over.
"Let's go back home today."
"good."
Su Ze didn't open the envelope in the end and stuffed it into his clothes.
When we get back, we'll have someone investigate thoroughly to find out who helped him.
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After nearly two months, Su Ze stood at the gate of his family's manor again, but did not dare to go in.
Because he knew that the people inside were facing his parents and that so-called younger brother.
He didn't know how to get in after his fake identity was exposed. Should he apologize first or call his parents first?
Su Ze stood alone at the door, with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking, and he didn't pay any attention to the footsteps behind him.
"Azawa..."
A familiar yet long-lost voice sounded behind me, as if from another world.
Su Ze shuddered all over, his head drooped even lower, and he subconsciously wanted to leave.
Someone suddenly grabbed his wrist. Su Ze didn't dare to raise his head. He only knew that the hand holding his wrist was broad and warm.
"look up."
We are no longer abroad, not in a villa abroad. I have my freedom now, so how could I possibly listen to him?
Ji Hanjun looked at his clothes. His white T-shirt was a little big and had creases on it, and his pants were almost too big to drag on the ground.
Didn’t Gu Qing even buy a set of clothes for his Aze?
Ji Hanjun's pupils were deep, and he stepped forward and held Su Ze's cheeks with both hands as he lowered his head.
When Su Ze saw Ji Hanjun, his nose subconsciously felt sore and he turned his head away stubbornly, but was forcefully pulled back by the hand on his face.
“What are you doing!!!”
Ji Hanjun looked at his red eyes with some heartache and spoke in a gentle tone.
"Take you home."
Where does his home come from...
His home is long gone...
Su Ze regretted coming back. Wasn't it obvious that this fake young master was asking for trouble by coming back?
He struggled to leave, and his eyes suddenly caught sight of the little boy beside Ji Hanjun's legs.
The little boy looked more like his mother, cute and pretty. He was wearing a high-end suit and was a little shy, clinging tightly to Ji Hanjun's clothes.
"Han Jun, why don't you come in? There's a banquet tonight."
My mother's voice came from far away, and her tone was indescribably kind and gentle.
Yang Muxin came out from inside, holding the daffodils that had just been delivered to her. She only found Su Ze when she reached the door.
"Su...Su Ze..."
His identity was exposed, and he shouldn't have come back. He even felt that he should be greeted with disgusting curses and disgust.
He was wearing ill-fitting clothes, while Ji Hanjun and his so-called brother were wearing the latest fashions of the season.
Even though everyone is sitting at the same table to eat, they all have their own thoughts.
Perhaps the atmosphere at the dinner table was too weird, so Yang Muxin took the initiative to speak.
"Ozawa has lost weight recently."
"Come, try the sweet and sour pork with pineapple. This is a new dish developed by the kitchen."
Yang Muxin picked up a piece of meat and put it in Su Ze's bowl, with a hint of maternal love on her pretty face.
But motherly love is not for him, but for the lovely little boy in her arms.
Su Ze looked at the meat in the bowl without saying a word, eating the rice in the bowl silently, not daring to pick up any vegetables.
My father goes to the company for meetings and rarely comes home. Now he is not planning to develop abroad anymore.
Su Ze knew without hesitation that it was because of Ji Hanjun.
"Why doesn't Ozawa eat meat?"
Yang Muxin knew that he was not her biological child, but at least she had feelings for him.
I also noticed that Su Ze never ate the piece of meat in the bowl.
"No, no."
Su Ze hurriedly grabbed the piece of meat and put it into his mouth, but the meat was suddenly picked up by Ji Hanjun opposite him and stuffed into his mouth.
Ji Hanjun's eyes were deep, as if he was whispering.
“Pineapple flavor.”
Yang Muxin looked at Ji Hanjun with some doting, and her tone was more of tolerance.
"You're an adult now, stop fighting with Xiaoze for food. Sweet and sour pork with pineapple, of course it has pineapple flavor."
"He's allergic to pineapples."
Ji Hanjun's gentle words startled Yang Muxin and made Su Ze's eyes red.
When he was a child, he ate a piece of pineapple because he was greedy and was sent to the emergency room in the middle of the night to induce vomiting.
So he never eats pineapples and can't touch them at all. If the allergy is severe, he will get rashes all over his body.
After so many years, his mother still doesn't care about him anymore.
Yang Muxin put down her chopsticks, feeling a bit suffocated by the indescribable emotions in her heart.
"You guys eat first. I'm going upstairs to change and then go to the dinner party."
Yang Muxin carried Chenchen upstairs, leaving only two people at the dining table.
Su Ze no longer wanted to pay attention to anything, even the little love he wanted in his heart was gone.
No matter they are real young masters or fake young masters, they don’t love me at all.
Tears soaked in rice is really unpalatable.
Ji Hanjun sighed, pushed the dish in front of him, and put a few fried meatballs into his bowl.
"You tried your best to escape from me. Is this what you wanted?"
Su Ze remained silent, then looked up at Ji Hanjun seriously and asked him a question.
"Then do you know what I want?"
Why did his young master start to become cautious?
How come the arrogant and bad temper he had at the beginning has disappeared?
He wanted his parents' love so much that he didn't realize what he really wanted.
No one knows Su Ze better than him.
"Love, you need lots and lots of love."
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