After a long while, Luo Yilan gently pushed Xiao Shuihan away and released her arms from holding Xiao Wujie.
She could feel that her son was having some difficulty breathing.
Her eyes were red and clearly marked with tear tracks, but her expression tightened when she saw Xiao Wujie's reddened eyes.
She hurriedly cupped Xiao Wujie's face in her hands, gently rubbing his eye sockets with her fingers, and repeatedly comforted him in a hoarse voice:
"Good boy, good child, we are just so happy."
"Don't cry, you need to take good care of yourself. Don't cry, don't be sad."
At this moment, she no longer possessed any of the aloof and arrogant demeanor of the Lingnan queen; she was simply a mother who felt sorry for her child, her eyes almost overflowing with heartache and panic.
Xiao Shuihan hastily wiped away the tears on her face and reached out to ruffle Xiao Wujie's hair:
"Good child, listen to your mother, don't be sad."
"Your body is weak, and emotional fluctuations are bad for your health."
Xiao Wujie didn't actually cry, but he couldn't help but feel his eyes redden and tears welling up in them.
But the bond between Xiao Shuihan, Luo Yilan, and him was etched into his very bones, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy following them.
Xiao Wujie nodded obediently, blinked gently, and wiped away the tears in his eyes.
Because he had been held so tightly, he was now in a daze and his breathing was disordered and uncontrollable. He couldn't help but cough softly against his lips.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Shuihan panicked and quickly patted his back. Noticing that he was cold, she immediately picked him up, carefully placed him on the bed, and pulled the blanket over him.
Xiao Wujie suppressed the itch rising in his throat, his eyes welling up with tears, and gently calmed his breathing.
Luo Yilan and Xiao Shuihan's eyes welled up with heartache. The former placed her palm on Xiao Wujie's cold hand, her noble face melting like ice and snow, revealing a tender maternal side.
“Goodness, Miss Lin said that you should rest in bed for half the day now.”
"Although the weather in Lingnan is warm, you should still wear more clothes."
Xiao Wujie's eyes flickered slightly. It was clear that Lin Qingyi was not the type to tell them these things on her own initiative. Only if they asked her would she selectively tell them.
In places unseen by him, Xiao Shuihan and Luo Yilan were also making silent contributions in their own way.
Xiao Wujie's knuckles stiffened slightly as he gently hooked Luo Yilan's finger around his own: "Thank you... Mom."
Although she didn't pronounce it perfectly, Luo Yilan felt it was the most beautiful title she had ever heard in her life.
Xiao Shuihan's heart itched to hear this, and he moved even closer to Xiao Wujie: "Son, call me Dad one more time, no, call me a few more times, Dad hasn't heard enough yet."
Xiao Wujie's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his pale cheeks flushed. Looking at Xiao Shuihan's expectant face, he couldn't bear to disappoint him. He gritted his teeth and softly called out:
"dad……"
Xiao Shuihan's mouth almost stretched to his ears in a wide grin, and he nodded repeatedly, "Sigh! Sigh!"
"My dear son, say it twice more."
Before he could finish speaking, Luo Yilan gently slapped him on the head: "Don't make things difficult for your son. Do you have such a cheap father?"
Xiao Shuihan was stunned for a moment after being slapped, and the next second, her eyes reddened: "Alan, you hit me?"
Luo Yilan rolled her eyes and sighed, "I didn't use any force."
Tears welled up in Xiao Shuihan's eyes: "You still want to hit me harder?"
"I'm not as important to you as your son..."
Xiao Wujie suddenly felt a little embarrassed to look at Xiao Shuihan, as if the scene was somewhat familiar.
He seems to act like this often in front of his sister as well.
It seems... a bit pretentious...
Fortunately, his older sister is patient enough with him and usually doesn't make mistakes, so she lets him be naughty and spoils him.
Luo Yilan couldn't help but ruffle his hair, chuckling, "Alright, how can you be so shameless in front of our son?"
These words were quite damaging. Xiao Shuihan's expression instantly became much more serious. He didn't want to be a strict father like the old man, but he hoped to be a more serious and loving father in front of his son.
However, his gaze held a strange glint as it lingered on Xiao Wujie.
Actually... he felt that in some ways, his precious son might even surpass him.
His excellent genes will not only be passed on to future generations, but will also be carried forward and developed!
Seeing that he had comforted himself, Luo Yilan smiled slightly, then looked at Xiao Wujie, her eyes filled with tender maternal love:
"Honey, don't feel pressured by what your dad said."
“Our little one is very brave, and we are very touched.”
She gently stroked Xiao Wujie's face with her hand, her voice slightly hoarse:
“But… it’s a fact that we lost you for twenty years, so it’s not your fault that you call Mom and Dad so distant.”
"You're back, and we've even reunited. This is the most fulfilling thing in our lives."
"Don't worry about the rest. We'll always be there for you. Take good care of yourself; you have a long life ahead of you."
Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the window, illuminating her face with warmth and brightness—she looked like a mother, and embodied a sense of hope.
Xiao Wujie's bloodless lips curved slightly, and he gently rubbed his face against her palm, responding softly.
*
In another room, the door opened, and the tall and slender Chu Liyue walked in.
Xiao Qianshan sat at the large solid wood table, looked up at her, and said in a low voice:
"The bone marrow match results are in."
Chu Liyue's cold eyes narrowed silently, her gaze fixed on him with a deep intensity.
Xiao Qianshan gently stroked a corner of the test results with his fingers: "There is a bone marrow match for Wu Jie in the family."
"who?"
"I."
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