Chapter 7 "Look, I even prepared a gift for him..."
Chapter Seven:
No light seeped through the cracks in the door; as he expected, Ye Qingxi was already asleep.
Originally, Mu Shaowu didn't really want to disturb Ye Qingxi. It was late at night, and the child was sleeping soundly. If he opened the door and woke Ye Qingxi up, that wouldn't be good.
Especially since he's covered in moisture right now.
However, Mu Shaowu was indeed very curious about what his soon-to-be son looked like.
His father only said, "You don't like men, fine, I've found you a son. Anyway, you'll never have your own child in this life. Xiao Xi is good-looking and obedient, and his grandfather is smart. Being your son is a good deal for you."
Mu Shaowu had heard his mother talk about his father and Ye Qingxi's grandfather, and knew that Ye Min had reshaped his father's life to some extent, so he didn't refuse.
—That's because he really won't have his own children in the future. Adopting someone else's child is still adoption, so he might as well adopt Ye Qingxi.
With Ye Min going there, Ye Qingxi will definitely end up in their household.
His father is sixty years old. Even if he can support himself now, when he passes away, won't the burden fall on them?
His older brother has a wife and children, and his family situation is rather special, so he is not suitable to adopt Ye Qingxi.
The remaining two, Mu Shaoting and Mu Shaoyan, are still students.
That leaves only him.
No matter how you look at it, he's the most suitable.
So Mu Shaowu didn't refuse. It's just that his father is really unreliable. After saying what he wanted, he didn't even send him a picture of the child.
He went to ask for it, but his father angrily said, "Why do you need photos? You'll see them when you get back! Besides, I've already told you that Xiaoxi is very beautiful, and you still don't believe me?! Let me tell you, she's much prettier than you were when you were little! Compared to Xiaoxi, you're like the ugly duckling and the little swan. You're the ugly duckling, and Xiaoxi is the little swan!"
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu: "If I remember correctly, the Ugly Duckling is a swan. When a swan is young, it is an ugly duckling."
Grandpa Mu slammed down the phone.
Mu Shaowu: ...
So, even though he is now Ye Qingxi's father in name only, he is actually the only one in the family who has never met Ye Qingxi.
Anyway, he'll just take a look, Mu Shaowu thought. He'll do it quietly, without turning on the lights, just using the light from his phone, and he definitely won't wake up the sleeping little swan.
Thinking this, Mu Shaowu took a step forward and gently pressed the doorknob.
He tiptoed inside, walked to Ye Qingxi's bedside, picked up his phone, turned on the touchscreen, and shone the light on Ye Qingxi's face.
The first thing I saw was a face that was fast asleep.
The child's eyes were closed, and his eyelashes were long, black, and curled, making him look like a doll.
His nose was upturned, his lips were rosy, and his chubby cheeks hadn't faded yet; he was incredibly cute.
What a beautiful little swan, Mu Shaowu thought. So white. But the blanket isn't thick, and the room isn't very warm. How come the child's face is so red from sleeping? It's really fair with a rosy glow.
Mu Shaowu smiled, raised his hand, and tucked the blanket around Ye Qingxi.
His hand brushed against Ye Qingxi's flushed cheek, and with that touch, Mu Shaowu keenly sensed something was wrong.
It's too hot!
He quickly placed his hand on Ye Qingxi's forehead.
Ye Qingxi felt a cool sensation, which felt very comfortable.
Mu Shaowu withdrew his hand, quickly turned on the bedside lamp, picked up his phone and called the Mu family's doctor. As soon as the other end answered, Mu Shaowu fired off a barrage of questions: "What should we do if the child has a fever? Should I give him medicine or an injection? We don't seem to have any children's medicine at home. Can we use adult medicine? How should we use it?"
Family doctor: ? ? ? The child? The Mu family's child, Qin Cheng?
"Speak," Mu Shaowu urged.
Ye Qingxi vaguely sensed that someone was beside him.
He couldn't open his eyes and could only vaguely hear his voice.
Yes, feelings. Ye Qingxi didn't know if she had really heard it or if she was just imagining it.
The voice sounded anxious, but it was also very pleasant to hear; it was a completely unfamiliar voice that he had never heard before.
He vaguely sensed footsteps and felt a cool, soft object land on his forehead.
So comfortable.
Then, it seemed as if someone was wiping his hands and feet, and wiping his body.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but Ye Qingxi vaguely felt pain, like being pricked by needles.
He gave a soft hum.
Grandpa Mu said anxiously, "Be gentle, can't you see he's groaning?!"
Dr. Zhang, who is giving an injection: ...
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ?
Mu Shaowu turned to look at his father, his expression subtle and incredulous.
No way?
Is this still his father?
When he was a child, let alone getting a shot, even if he broke a bone and had to get a cast, if he cried out even a little, his dad would look disgusted and say things like, "What kind of man can't even handle this little bit of pain?!"
Why is it now all about "Go easy on him, can't you see he's whimpering?"
She truly deserves to be called a little swan; she's so different from that ugly duckling.
After administering the medication, Dr. Zhang removed the needle. "I'll prescribe some more medicine for him to take after he wakes up."
"Okay," Mu Shaowu quickly replied, "Thank you."
"You are welcome."
"What's wrong with him?" Old Master Mu asked anxiously. "He was perfectly fine when we had dinner together last night, how did he suddenly develop a fever?"
"Children's bodies are not as strong as adults', and they are more vulnerable. Especially with the recent fluctuating weather, fever and colds are very common, so there is no need to worry too much."
Grandpa Mu was very skeptical, "Really?"
"Okay." Dr. Zhang nodded, left some medicine for Ye Qingxi, and then left.
Mu Shaowu stood up and politely saw him out the door.
"I'm sorry to have troubled you to come all this way so late at night. Thank you for your hard work."
"It's alright." Dr. Zhang smiled. "I'll bring some more of the children's usual medicines tomorrow, so we can keep them at home. It'll be convenient for you if someone gets a cold or fever."
"That would be best."
"I never imagined that you, Young Master Mu, would become a father. This is going to break the hearts of so many young girls," Dr. Zhang teased him.
Mu Shaowu chuckled, "Don't worry, Xiao Xi is so cute, they won't be heartbroken when they see this. They'll just ask him, 'Baby, what kind of burlap sack do you like?'"
Dr. Zhang laughed heartily a few times, then quickly stopped laughing. "Then I'll head back now. You should head back too and get some rest."
Mu Shaowu nodded, closed the door, and went back upstairs.
Entering the guest room next to his own bedroom again, Mu Shaowu saw his father sitting on the edge of the bed, gently patting him through the blanket.
"Go to sleep," Mu Shaowu said softly. "I'll stay and watch over him."
Upon hearing this, Old Master Mu turned and glared at him.
Mu Shaowu: ...
"What I asked you was when you were to come back?" Old Master Mu asked.
Mu Shaowu: ...
He knew that if he went home and his father was awake, he was doomed.
Originally, his father was already asleep when he got home, but unexpectedly Ye Qingxi fell ill, and there was no medicine for children at home, so he had to call the family doctor. After the doctor arrived and made a fuss, his father woke up.
It was only because Dr. Zhang was there, and because Ye Qingxi's illness was so serious, that his father would have scolded him long ago.
"That was an event I had already signed up for; I can't just break the contract, can I?"
"What's wrong with that?" Old Master Mu retorted unreasonably. "It's just paying compensation, isn't it? Can't you afford it?!"
"Is an event more important than your future son?! Everyone else is here, but you're not. How will this child feel? Won't he think you don't want to be his father?! Won't he be upset?! Xiao Xi isn't your biological son, so he needs your care, and yet you still act like this. How can this child be close to you?!"
Mu Shaowu was shocked. His father actually considered these things?!
He's grown up so much, how come he never knew that his father would consider whether his child was upset or whether he wanted to be close to him?
That's really growing up!
Not bad, Lao Mu! You've become so sensible in just a few months!
“Your voice is too soft. Speak louder, and it would be best if Xiaoxi woke up now and asked me directly,” Mu Shaowu said with a smile.
Grandpa Mu was so angry that he grabbed whatever was at hand and wanted to smash it, but he was afraid that the noise would disturb the sick Ye Qingxi, so he had to stop himself.
He lowered his voice and said, "Now that you've met Xiao Xi, before he officially meets you, tell me the truth: are you willing to take good care of him? If you're not, I'll raise him myself. When Xiao Xi grows up, he'll have his brother, so you, a big star, won't have to worry about him."
"What you're saying is ridiculous. When he grows up, he'll not only have my brother, but also Shao Ting and Shao Yan, so I don't need to worry about him."
Old Master Mu: ...
Mu Shaowu looked at his father's eyes, which were so angry he looked like he wanted to punch him, and burst out laughing.
Old Master Mu kicked Mu Shaowu so hard he almost knocked him over.
"Please be gentle. You used to be trained when you were young. If I were crippled by your kick, how would I take care of your little swan, my good son?"
"None of your business," Old Master Mu said arrogantly.
"No way, I took the high-speed train home late at night, then another one in the rain, just so he would wake up at dawn and I could surprise him."
Mu Shaowu sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his legs as he explained to his father in a gentle voice, "I didn't want to miss it either, but the event time was changed, and the two things clashed. There are so many people at the event, if I don't go, it's not just a matter of how much money I lose, it will also affect other people's arrangements and the preparations before and after."
"And now I'm back, even after changing trains and going through a lot of transfers. Doesn't that just show how much I care about you, my little swan?"
"Besides, if I weren't worried about the child and wanted to see him late at night, you would still be fast asleep right now, how would you know he was sick?"
Old Master Mu raised an eyebrow. "What? I should thank you?"
"No need for that, just don't take back my custody rights. Look, I even prepared a gift for him."
As Mu Shaowu spoke, he pointed with his index finger at his bag.
"What is it?" Old Master Mu asked.
"You don't need to worry about that, he'll definitely like it."
Seeing the smile on his face and hearing his words, Old Master Mu finally felt somewhat relieved.
He turned to look at Ye Qingxi, who was still asleep.
He reached out and touched his forehead; it wasn't as hot as before.
This is Ye Min's only grandson, and it is also the only and last thing he asked of himself.
Mu Feng didn't want to disappoint his old friend, so from the moment he took over Ye Qingxi's care, he decided that no matter what, he would take good care of the child.
Although it was said that the child was to be raised by Mu Shaowu, he was actually raised in the old house, by his side, and under his very nose.
It's just registered under Mu Shaowu's name. After all, Mu Shaowu insisted on having a same-sex relationship, and the child has lost his father. The two of them coming together can be considered a father and son, and each gets what they deserve.
But that's all.
“If in the future, Xiao Xi doesn’t like you, or you don’t like him, then I’ll still take care of him,” Mu Feng said.
"Impossible." Mu Shaowu felt that his father was underestimating him too much. "Although I am a new father, I guarantee that he will definitely like me."
Upon hearing this, Old Master Mu gave him a disdainful look and said, "You?"
"Isn't that me?" Mu Shaowu crossed his arms. "Don't worry about it. Go back to sleep. At your age, if you don't sleep at night, how are you going to raise Xiao Xi? I doubt you'll even live to see him grow up."
Grandpa Mu was so angry he almost kicked him again.
"Even if you die, I won't die!"
"That's great!" Mu Shaowu laughed. "I can live for at least another sixty or seventy years. You should try your best too."
Old Master Mu: ...
Grandpa Mu stood up and walked towards the door.
If they continued talking, he feared that not only would he not live to be another 60 or 70 years old, but his second son would also die!
Honestly, even one or two of them can make you angry. That's why they say children are a burden!
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