Self-analysis
Shao Zizhuo was stunned for a moment, the lust in his eyes completely disappeared, he quickly put on his pajamas, turned on the desk lamp, got up and opened the door.
The scene in front of him suddenly turned from dark to bright. Guan Shanyue squinted his eyes uncomfortably, trying to adapt to the change in light.
When he opened his eyes again, he could clearly see the lonely little dumpling at the door, beyond Shao Zizhuo's sight.
It’s Zhenzhen.
"Daddy, my stomach hurts so much and I vomited all over the bed." A crying voice rang out. Guan Shanyue's heart suddenly tightened. He didn't care about his sore legs and stood up and walked over quickly.
Zhenzhen had already been picked up by Shao Zizhuo. She buried her head in his arms. Guan Shanyue couldn't see what was happening to her at all. He could only hear her whimpering and crying, "My stomach hurts."
Stomachache? Guan Shanyue was stunned for a moment. He had no experience in dealing with this kind of thing, so he asked her softly, "Do you want to take some stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets? Or some Enteritis-relieving tablets?"
Shao Zizhuo held Shao Kezhen in one hand, patting her and comforting her, and at the same time comforting the anxious Guan Shanyue: "It shouldn't be a big problem. I'll take her to the hospital. She has always had a bad stomach." He leaned over to comfort Zhenzhen, "Zhenzhen, wait for Daddy for two minutes. Daddy will change his clothes and take you to the hospital, okay?"
Zhenzhen groaned uncomfortably, but still nodded obediently.
He put Zhenzhen on the bed and hurried to change his clothes while telling Guan Shanyue, "Yueyue, you should rest well at home. I guess I'll be back a little late, so don't wait for me."
What kind of words are these? Guan Shanyue was stunned: "I want to go with you guys, how can I feel at ease at home?"
Shao Zizhuo was stunned.
Zhenzhen had been in poor health since birth, suffering from a constant stream of illnesses, both major and minor. He had grown accustomed to the knocks on his door at night, Zhenzhen appearing sobbing and complaining of feeling unwell. Many nights, he spent time alone with Zhenzhen, getting IV drips and taking CT scans, cradling her in one hand and clutching her prescription in the other, her water bottle dangling from his fingertips, looking flustered and anxious.
It is normal to look after Zhenzhen all night before going to work.
Cheng Fengxuan once asked him in confusion: "Can't you just find an aunt to accompany you? And you are a VIP customer of the hospital, can't you just ask the nurse to help take care of you? Why do you have to do this?" He had never seen such an embarrassed president.
Shao Zizhuo smiled and didn't say much, still stubbornly unwilling to let others do it.
Shao Zizhuo's family relationships are complicated and entangled. He has been making decisions on his own since he was a child. Over time, he has become accustomed to bearing everything alone. It is unnecessary for him to confide in others, and it is meaningless to find someone to share the burden with.
What's more, it was Zhenzhen's business, and he didn't want anyone else to interfere.
But now it's different.
Guan Shanyue's eyes showed the same anxiety as his. She had put on her coat and pants at some point, revealing the edge of her black satin pajamas from under her coat. Her hair was disheveled, with a few strands of hair out of order, floating casually on top of the rest. She looked fluffy all over. She was holding a canvas bag in her hand, which contained the small blanket that Zhenzhen often used. A water cup was inserted diagonally on the side, with water droplets still hanging on it, clearly visible.
She was determined and insisted on sharing his suffering.
His heart sank, and he zipped up Guan Shanyue's clothes: "It's getting dark and cold outside, do you want to put on more clothes?"
Guan Shanyue shook her head and pushed him to change clothes: "I'm not cold, go quickly!"
Shao Zizhuo followed her lead and entered the dressing room. When Guan Shanyue saw him enter, she lovingly picked up Zhenzhen, rubbed her belly, and whispered in her ear, "Baby, Mommy is going to tell you that Daddy gave you chicken wings tonight. Your stomach is uncomfortable today. Even if you don't tell Daddy now, you'll have to tell the doctor when we go to the hospital later."
Shao Kezhen curled her lips and tears fell like water: "No, don't tell Dad, wuwu." Dad doesn't allow her to eat food from outside. If he finds out, she won't be able to eat fried chicken anymore, wuwu.
Guan Shanyue gently wiped her tears and patiently reasoned with her, "If you're sick or feeling uncomfortable, you should go see a doctor. You have to tell the doctor the truth. Only then will the doctor know what's wrong with you, right?"
Shao Kezhen sobbed and sobbed, burying her face in Guan Shanyue's neck. The wetness penetrated the fabric and soaked into her back. Guan Shanyue instantly felt her tears bursting. Her voice was intermittent, and she choked with sobs as she compromised, "Then, can we go to the hospital and talk about it?"
"all right."
"What are you talking about?" Shao Zizhuo put on his clothes and didn't bother to listen to the answer. He picked up Zhenzhen, who was crying bitterly, and said, "Let's go."
The incandescent lights of the hospital at night shone on the faces of every person who was in a hurry. Guan Shanyue had no time to care about anything else. She followed Shao Zizhuo with her bag. Under the pressure of Shao Zizhuo's gaze, she guiltily told him everything she had given Zhenzhen to eat that night.
The doctor's face was exhausted. After completing the physical examination, he concluded, "It's most likely acute gastroenteritis. I recommend taking medication to relieve the symptoms. If you still have problems the next day, come back for an IV."
Shao Zizhuo calmly communicated with the doctor: "She had acute gastroenteritis before, and then it turned into chronic. It hasn't recovered for almost a month, so her stomach and intestines have always been not very good. I wonder if she can just give her an IV?"
Guan Shanyue's heart suddenly tightened, and the pain spread along her meridians to her limbs. She looked up at Shao Zizhuo, who was seriously consulting the doctor's advice, as skillfully as if he was signing a document.
So, when she didn't know about Zhenzhen's existence, did Shao Zizhuo and Zhenzhen suffer a lot?
The doctor came to his senses and said, "Okay, that's fine. But next time, be careful not to let the child eat too much, and not to eat too much fried food at one time. Children have fragile stomachs and cannot withstand overly irritating food." He told Guan Shanyue the second half of his words.
Guan Shanyue took the doctor's gaze, feeling guilty and blaming herself: "I understand, doctor."
After struggling for a while, Zhenzhen was given an IV drip, her abdominal pain was relieved, and she finally fell asleep with tears in her eyes.
Guan Shanyue stood in front of the bed, looking at the tiny person buried in the quilt, rubbing his hands lightly in self-blame: "I'm sorry, I don't know how to take care of children. I will learn more in the future."
Someone embraced her shoulders, pulling her into a reassuring embrace. Shao Zizhuo's voice echoed overhead, his exhaustion unconcealed: "I was so focused on reading the materials today that I didn't pay attention to Zhenzhen's movements. Besides, it's my job to worry about the child's food, clothing, housing, and transportation. You just need to work with me to guide Zhenzhen to grow up healthily and happily. You don't need to learn anything else."
Guan Shanyue's heart slowly settled down. She asked softly, "Is it difficult to raise a child?"
Shao Zizhuo rubbed her head: "A little indeed." He looked at his daughter sleeping peacefully on the bed, "I wasn't very good at raising children at first, but I was also worried about letting Auntie interfere too much. That would be very stressful for Zhenzhen, and for me as well."
"Zhenzhen has a delicate stomach. It was because she had just started eating solid food. I took her out to eat and specifically told her to use less oil, soy sauce, and vinegar. But when she came back, she had vomiting and diarrhea, and it took her several days to recover. After that, I never dared to let her eat outside food again."
Her nose felt sore and her eyes misted up. Guan Shanyue sniffed, turned around and hugged Shao Zizhuo: "Thank you for your hard work."
Sure enough, both the big and the small suffered a lot.
Shao Zizhuo smiled, and the wrinkles hidden in his heart were smoothed out in a few seconds. He suddenly remembered where she came from, and his smile faded again: "Fortunately, there was a problem with the system suddenly, otherwise how would you take care of the child alone?"
Guan Shanyue buried herself in his arms, her voice muffled, "That's why I'm so worried. That's why I want to work so hard to make money. But you're so rich, why do you still have to endure hardships?"
She always attributed the sufferings in her life to poverty, so whether in the past or now, she tried her best to make money, and the amount in her bank card was her confidence.
She was so focused on running ahead that she completely forgot about the scenery around her.
Shao Zizhuo's chest vibrated, and he looked very happy: "In fact, many things can be solved with money. I don't need to do it myself. Zhenzhen can be left to the nanny. If she is sick, I can contact the family doctor. I can just pick an expensive gift for her on her birthday or holiday."
Shao Zizhuo paused, sighed, and his voice was clearly transmitted through his sternum to Guan Shanyue's ears: "But there are many things that money can't solve. I just want to remember every bit of her growth. I don't want Zhenzhen to ask me in the future why I didn't accompany her when she was a child, but wanted to control her life when she grew up."
Guan Shanyue suddenly understood that Shao Zizhuo was raising Zhenzhen and also healing his childhood self. The emotional deprivation in childhood was doubled after he became mentally independent.
She lacks money and he lacks love.
Their childhoods were incomplete due to external forces, so as they grew up, the cracks shattered into chasms, hidden under unspeakable thoughts, but they loved to show off, awkwardly saying one thing and thinking another, and even they themselves could not reveal the excuses hiding behind them.
Guan Shanyue broke free from his embrace, finally willing to face herself. She smiled frankly, "I used to think that if I made a lot of money I could have everything, but that's not true. Even if I made enough money, my parents and sister wouldn't come back. I'd have a lot of houses, and I could buy expensive furniture to fill them without blinking an eye. But they're unpopular. To me, they're just hotels to rest. No one will wait for me to come home, and no one will ask if I'm tired today."
"Money can't buy you love, and it can't bring you back."
Guan Shanyue sniffed, trying to hold back the tears that were about to fall: "So, thank you for coming back, thank you for choosing to bring Zhenzhen into this world, and thank you for never letting go of my hand."
Shao Zizhuo leaned over, held her face in his hands, and carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his eyes solemn as if he was treating some rare treasure.
Guan Shanyue touched the pocket of his clothes. It was bulging and he could vaguely make out the shape of a square box.
She reached into her pocket, stroked the velvet box a few times, took two deep breaths to absorb more oxygen and prepare for use. She nervously took out the box, opened it at her side, and brought it in front of her.
Guan Shanyue held up the small box, and made up his mind: "So, are you willing?"
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