Just as Xiao Wujie was about to fall forward, Chu Liyue suddenly leaned over and pulled him into her arms.
She knelt on the soft carpet, her skirt flowing like clouds, embracing Xiao Wujie, and spoke in a low, cold voice:
"Why did you come out on your own? You could have just had someone call me."
What should I do if I fall?
Xiao Wujie leaned his head weakly against her shoulder, panting as he greedily inhaled the reassuring scent emanating from her.
Upon hearing this, he carefully reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, whispering in a low, husky voice:
"Didn't you say... you'd be with me today?"
Her voice was tinged with grievance and resentment, but it grew softer and softer as she spoke.
Chu Liyue gently rubbed his head with her palm, lowered her head and lightly kissed his brows and eyes, coaxing him tenderly with a loving and protective tone:
"Yes, it's my fault. I didn't stay with my baby until he woke up."
"We have guests at home, sister, please apologize."
"But you can't do that next time, your sister will be upset if you fall."
While coaxing her gently, a faint smile involuntarily appeared on Chu Liyue's lips.
They dare to complain now, which is a big improvement.
Feeling his body trembling slightly in her arms, Chu Liyue reached out and gently stroked his abdomen. "Does it still hurt, sweetie?"
Xiao Wujie pressed his face against her neck and gently rubbed it, replying in a low, weak voice, "I'm fine."
Chu Liyue's eyes flashed with tenderness as she gently massaged his abdomen with her warm palm. After a moment's hesitation, she tentatively asked:
"Sweetie, do you know who our guest is?"
Xiao Wujie nestled in her arms, shaking his head weakly.
“Do you remember Chairman God Qianshan? I took you to meet him in Boston two years ago.”
"He wants to see my Xiao family patriarch, whose full name is Xiao Qianshan."
"He also wants to see you. Do you... want to see him?"
Xiao Wujie's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing this. He remained silent for two seconds, and just as he was about to respond, his throat itched, and he suddenly coughed.
Chu Liyue quickly reached out and gently patted his back, softly comforting him:
"It's okay, if you don't want to see me, then don't."
"I'll keep you company and help you rest."
The violent cough aggravated the old wound in his abdomen, causing Xiao Wujie to collapse in Chu Liyue's arms, his chest rising and falling slightly, breathing heavily, looking extremely weak and haggard.
"But...but...I haven't washed up yet."
Chu Liyue gently stroked his chest with her palm, her voice low and soft:
“It’s nothing, he just mentioned wanting to see you casually.”
"If you'd like, go down and see him, and say a few words to him."
"After you finish speaking, I'll rest with you."
Xiao Wujie's long eyelashes trembled slightly. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her neck, murmuring:
"I...can't walk, carry me."
Chu Liyue smiled and then picked him up in her arms, gently pecking his lips.
"Hold me, I'll hold you now, hold my delicate little princess."
Her mature and sophisticated voice rose slightly, filled with sweetness and doting affection.
Every word burned like a shooting star, and each stroke that crossed Xiao Wujie's heart made it burn even hotter.
When the last word fell, he understood what it meant to be overjoyed.
He shrank into Chu Liyue's arms like an ostrich whose whole body was burning red.
Chu Liyue hugged him, the corners of her mouth curving upwards in a smile of pleasure.
So much so that when she carried Xiao Wujie down the stairs, Xiao Qianshan felt that the entire living room became much brighter.
Chu Liyue placed Xiao Wujie on the sofa, looked up at the servant behind her, and the servant immediately understood and brought over a thick white wool blanket a moment later.
Chu Liyue pulled the blanket over Xiao Wujie and wrapped it tightly around him before they both looked up at Xiao Qianshan opposite them.
From the moment Chu Liyue carried Xiao Wujie down the stairs, Xiao Qianshan's gaze never left Xiao Wujie for even a moment.
Facing this very old man of extraordinary status, Xiao Wujie showed him the utmost respect. Despite his weakness, he tried his best to sit up straight and appear as energetic as possible.
Although it was only their second meeting, he could sense that the old man in front of him treated him well and had no ill intentions.
After hesitating for a moment, he spoke first: "It's been a long time... Grandpa Xiao, may I call you that?"
Xiao Qianshan stared at him, slightly lost in thought. Hearing his words, he instantly snapped back to reality. His deep, weathered gaze trembled slightly, and he quickly replied:
"sure."
If he could remove the surname before "Grandpa," he would have no regrets even in death.
He had folded the paternity test report and was holding it in his hand, his fingertips constantly rubbing it. He tried his best to force a gentle smile, to make himself appear more approachable and natural.
"Little one, it's been a long time! What have you been up to these past two years?"
Chu Liyue wrapped her arms around Xiao Wujie's waist, gently rubbing his lower abdomen with her palms, and subtly raised the corners of her eyes, which concealed a sharp edge.
This old man is always trying to get information out of people.
Xiao Wujie, curled up in the wool blanket, leaned on Chu Liyue's arm, lowered his eyes, and softly replied:
"I've been recuperating at home for the past two years."
His pale, sickly complexion, along with his clearly weak voice, made his words seem very credible.
He stopped talking after that. Xiao Qianshan had come to see Chu Liyue, and it was enough for him to greet her.
To his surprise, Xiao Qianshan spoke to him again:
"Little one, do you know why I've come here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wujie and Chu Liyue both looked at him.
Xiao Wujie found it strange; was his presence related to him?
Chu Liyue's eyes flashed with a sharp edge. She was afraid that Xiao Qianshan would confront her directly, but she didn't think now was a good time to do so.
A subtle smile flickered in Xiao Qianshan's eyes as he observed their reactions. He gripped his cane and said with feigned seriousness:
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