Chapter 6 Mu Shaowu
Chapter Six:
Mu Feng: ? ? ?
Mu Feng was speechless.
"Do you really enjoy raising other people's sons that much?! One Qin Cheng wasn't enough, you have to add Xiao Xi too! Are you afraid that there aren't enough people criticizing you?!"
Mu Zheng didn't care. "Since I'm in this position, there are bound to be a lot of people who will talk about me."
"Shut up already," Old Master Mu said irritably. "If you really want another child, then hurry up and have one with Qin Luan. What child can compare to your own?! You're not getting any younger, you're already married, what harm will having a child do to you?!"
"Xiao Xi, don't worry about it. If Mu Shaowu really dares to treat Xiao Xi badly, then I'll raise her myself. At my age, I can still live for another twenty years. After twenty years, Xiao Xi will be grown up. Before I die, I'll leave him enough inheritance. And you, as his uncle, will take good care of him after I'm gone. Then he won't have to worry about food and drink for the rest of his life."
Mu Zheng: ...
"Alright." Old Master Mu leaned back on the sofa. "Go back now. None of them give me any peace of mind."
Left with no other option, Mu Zheng stood up and said, "Then I'll head back now."
"Oh, right, I gave the change of slippers you prepared for Xiao Cheng to Xiao Xi, and I've already asked Xiao Li to buy you new ones."
"Okay," Mu Zheng said.
This is not a big deal, not even a big deal. Even Grandpa Mu thinks so. But what can we do when Qin Cheng is not Mu Zheng's biological son?
Even though they're not blood relatives, the smallest things can become big problems, which is why he specifically said that to Mu Zheng.
"Then you go ahead, I'll go check on Xiaoxi."
As he spoke, he stood up and went out the door with Mu Zheng, one going up and the other down.
Ye Qingxi had already lain down.
Mu Feng walked to his door and saw that no light was coming out from the crack in the door. He moved quietly and pressed the doorknob. The room was pitch black.
Mu Feng did not disturb Ye Qingxi. He gently closed the door, turned around, and went downstairs.
After getting into the car, Mu Zheng took out his phone and saw Mu Shaowu's WeChat message.
Mu Shaowu: [I'm almost there.]
Mu Zheng: [Are we almost there?]
A few minutes later, Mu Shaowu replied: "[Yes, I bought a high-speed rail ticket. One more stop to go.]"
Mu Zheng dialed the number, "Then I'll come pick you up."
"No need," Mu Shaowu refused. "I'll go back myself."
"Didn't they say the flight was changed to tomorrow? Why is it changed to the high-speed rail now?"
"I originally planned to take a flight tomorrow, but then I found out that there were high-speed rail tickets available, so I bought a high-speed rail ticket so I could get there faster."
Mu Zheng nodded slightly. "I just saw that child. He's very well-behaved and adorable."
"Really?" Mu Shaowu chuckled. "Then you didn't take a picture of me?"
"I thought Dad gave it to you."
"No." Mu Shaowu said helplessly.
Mu Zheng: ...
Mu Zheng changed the subject, "Dad arranged for him to stay in the guest room next to your room. After you see him, you can chat with him, ask him what kind of room he likes, and change the decoration style for him to his liking."
"good."
"There's also the matter of his schooling. Dad wants him to go to Xiao Cheng's school and start first grade directly, so that Xiao Cheng can be with him at lunchtime and take care of him. See what he thinks, whether he wants to continue staying with his kindergarten friends or go to the new school."
"OK."
“Dad brought him back, but that’s all he brought back. His personal belongings are still at home. Although Dad said he had Xiao Li buy him clothes and shoes, he must still have some important and cherished things at home. When you come back, accompany him home so that he can keep what he wants with him.”
"I know. Don't worry, brother, I understand all of this."
Mu Zheng was worried. Mu Shaowu had never been a steady person; he loved to play and make a fuss. Could he take good care of this child who had suddenly appeared in his life?
Mu Zheng didn't want him to suffer for the sake of the child, nor did she want the child to suffer because of him.
Therefore, he said again, "Are you sure you want to raise this child? Before you and Xiaoxi meet, it won't have a big impact on him if I become his father."
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu thought his brother was really amazing; one non-biological child wasn't enough, he had to have another one.
Is he really not planning to have his own biological child?
"I'm sure." Mu Shaowu leaned against the car window. "Alright, bro, my cell phone signal is bad here, I'm not talking to you anymore."
"Wait a minute," Mu Zheng said. "Since it's our first meeting, don't forget to prepare a gift for Xiao Xi. If you haven't prepared one, I've prepared one for you. It's in your room's drawer, and you can give it to him later."
“I understand everything you’ve said, and I was prepared yesterday.”
"That's good," Mu Zheng said.
"Hang up."
After Mu Shaowu finished speaking, he took the phone away from his ear.
He glanced at the time. At this hour, his new son should already be asleep, right?
Hopefully, his dad will go to bed early too, otherwise he'll inevitably get another scolding when he gets back.
Mu Shaowu put on his hat, lowered his head and leaned against the window, remaining silent and trying his best to disguise himself as an ordinary and cool passerby so as not to be recognized.
However, what he didn't know was that Ye Qingxi had indeed lain down at this time, but she wasn't asleep, or rather, she had just woken up from a deep sleep.
He has a fever.
Ye Qingxi could clearly feel that something was wrong with his body; he was very cold, so much so that he curled up.
However, it was still cold.
But this shouldn't be happening; this isn't winter, it's a summer night.
Ye Qingxi opened his mouth, his throat dry. He tried to make a sound, but the sound that came out was almost the buzzing of a mosquito.
This body is sick. Ye Qingxi's remaining rationality struggles in his feverish and confused brain. He needs to take medicine or get an injection.
Ye Qingxi wanted to call for help or make a sound, but his limbs were sore and he felt weak all over.
He had just taken off his smartwatch and placed it on the bedside table.
Ye Qingxi wanted to call Grandpa Mu and ask him to come and feed him the medicine, but he couldn't lift his hands. He had the remaining consciousness, but not enough physical strength.
"Never mind," Ye Qingxi thought. "Anyway, he wasn't originally Ye Qingxi from this world, so it's only right that he was burned to death."
The thought of death slowly eroded his remaining rationality.
It would be so much better if he were dead. He wouldn't be in pain anymore. He'd wanted to die for a long time, and he was supposed to die anyway.
Ye Qingxi stopped struggling and lay calmly on the bed, waiting for death to come.
It's so cold, as cold as a blade that once stood there, as cold as water that slowly cools down.
Ye Qingxi vaguely saw her former self, holding a fruit knife and slashing her wrist.
The blade was icy cold, but the blood was so hot.
He placed his bleeding wrist into the warm water he had prepared earlier, seemingly oblivious to the pain, and quietly watched the water in the sink turn pink.
But slowly, the warm water in the sink cooled down, becoming as cold as a knife blade.
He calmly turned on the hot water and let it warm up again.
Then, he felt himself getting cold.
Like now, slowly, slowly, it gets colder and colder.
Ye Qingxi fell asleep again.
With a loud "boom," the thunder resounded through the sky, waking Ye Qingxi from her deep sleep.
The lightning struck, and his face burned bright red.
Ye Qingxi's mind was in a complete mess, and he vaguely felt the cold.
Why is it so cold?
Oh, Ye Qingxi remembered, this body is sick, it has a fever.
Ye Qingxi was puzzled. Why hadn't he been burned to death yet?
I feel so cold, so weak, and I can barely muster any strength, but how am I still alive?
Ye Qingxi closed her eyes, her body still groggy from the fever, preparing to fall asleep again.
Just before falling asleep, his remaining consciousness suddenly burst forth.
Ye Qingxi suddenly realized that even though this body was only five years old, a fever overnight might not kill him; it might only turn him into an idiot.
"Being an idiot is fine," Ye Qingxi thought. "When a person becomes an idiot, they live in their own world. It's as if his thoughts and spirit are dead. What's alive is just a body, a Ye Qingxi that he doesn't even recognize."
He once again let his consciousness be overwhelmed, leaving only a tired, drowsy, and blurry brain.
wrong!
Ye Qingxi suddenly opened her eyes!
no!
Can't!
If he becomes an idiot, then Mu Shaowu will have to raise and take care of an idiot. When he goes insane later, Mu Zheng will take care of the two of them, one an idiot and the other a little idiot.
At this moment, Ye Qingxi suddenly felt a strong will to survive.
He can die, but he can't be stupid.
Dying won't be a burden to others, but becoming stupid will.
He cannot be a burden to Mu Zheng.
"Grandpa..." Ye Qingxi tried to pronounce, "Grandpa..."
The sound was very soft and faint.
Ye Qingxi turned over, intending to reach for the phone watch on the bedside table.
But he just couldn't lift his hand.
"Grandpa... Grandpa..." Ye Qingxi cried out desperately.
At that moment, he was suddenly overcome with despair and sorrow.
He always wanted to die. In his short life, he had thought about dying time and time again. But this time, he didn't want to die. He wanted to live, but he seemed powerless to do so.
Ye Qingxi felt his fever rising even higher, and his consciousness seemed to be slowly being consumed by the high fever.
"Grandpa...Grandpa...Uncle..." Ye Qingxi called out unconsciously, "Dad."
"dad."
Mu Shaowu stopped in his tracks.
He paused, then turned back to Ye Qingxi's door, staring at the tightly closed door.
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