Chapter 8: "I Don't Blame You".
Chapter Eight:
Thinking of this, Old Master Mu stopped in his tracks. "Has Shaoting and Shaoyan returned?"
"It seems not," Mu Shaowu said.
Otherwise, they can't sleep at this time.
Grandpa Mu snorted coldly, "Take some time to manage your younger brother and sister."
Mu Shaowu nodded, "Okay."
After Old Master Mu left, he called Mu Shaoting and Mu Shaoyan one by one.
Mu Shaoting was lying in the house near the university that Grandpa Mu had bought for her, reading a novel, when she answered the phone and said, "I'm not going back tonight. I was just playing around at my school. It's so late, I'm too lazy to move."
Mu Shaoyan was in a similar situation, "Let's talk about it tomorrow. I haven't finished playing the game yet, so I won't go back tonight."
Mu Shaowu hung up the phone and sighed softly.
Although his father was a bit of a domineering father and didn't have much patience in educating them, he never shortchanged them materially.
Starting almost from high school, he would buy them houses near the school because they would occasionally complain that it was too far away, the commute was too long, and it was inconvenient.
Therefore, although the old house was large, Mu Shaoyan and Mu Shaoting lived near the school all year round, and he could only go home a few times a year. The only person who could stay with his father was his brother.
But last year, his brother got married and moved out.
Now, most of the time, only his father is left in this house.
From this perspective, adopting Ye Qingxi is not only a good thing for Ye Qingxi and his grandfather, but also for them. This way, his father will have someone to keep him company at home, so he won't be so lonely.
Mu Shaowu turned his head and looked at the child lying on the bed.
"Your uncle is a domineering CEO, your father is a top star, your aunt is a school beauty, and your uncle is a school heartthrob. Tsk, Ye Qingxi, how are you going to read novels in the future? You just randomly pick up a 'feel-good' novel and find out, 'This is supposed to be 'feel-good'? It's not even as 'feel-good' as you do. There's absolutely no reading experience."
"So hurry up and get well soon." Mu Shaowu touched his face. "Only when you're well can you experience such a wonderful life."
"To be honest, I'm a little envious."
After Mu Shaowu finished speaking, he checked Ye Qingxi's temperature again to make sure that his fever had subsided before going to his own room next door to take a shower.
He changed into his pajamas and returned to the guest room where Ye Qingxi was.
Children's illnesses sometimes recur; they may be perfectly fine one moment and sick again the next.
Fearing that Ye Qingxi would get a fever again, Mu Shaowu simply slept next to him, so that he could notice if anything was wrong with Ye Qingxi.
He set his alarm for the morning to check on Ye Qingxi's health, closed his eyes, and ended his busy night.
When Ye Qingxi opened her eyes again, it was already dawn.
He was stunned, looking at the scene in front of him, not understanding how he got here.
Wasn't he dead?
Soon, his consciousness returned, and Ye Qingxi remembered that he had died, but he had transmigrated into a book, becoming a five-year-old child with the same name. Not only that, he had also had a fever last night.
Thinking of this, Ye Qingxi raised her hand and touched her forehead.
"Don't worry, it's not burning anymore." A sticky voice came from behind.
Ye Qingxi was startled and quickly turned around.
The lights came on in an instant, illuminating the other person's overly flamboyant and ostentatious face.
The poster slowly overlapped with the one he had seen before—it was Mu Shaowu.
At this moment, Mu Shaowu was half-closing his eyes, looking sleepy.
He yawned lazily, stretched his neck, and then slowly smiled, perking up as he said, "Nice to meet you. I am Mu Shaowu, your future father."
As Mu Shaowu spoke, he extended his hand.
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi blinked, somewhat puzzled as to why he was here.
Wasn't he supposed to be back this afternoon or evening?
Or is it that he's had a fever for a whole day, and this is the morning of the third day?
Seeing that he didn't move, Mu Shaowu thought he was too young to understand that someone extending their hand meant they wanted to shake hands, so he took Ye Qingxi's hand and put it in his own, shaking hands with him.
“It was my fault for not being at the dinner table last night. I shouldn’t have kept you waiting, but I had no choice. The event was originally scheduled for yesterday morning, and I could have come back as soon as I finished work, but the time was changed at the last minute. It’s my job, and I can’t not do it. But I rushed back as soon as I finished. I really did take two high-speed trains just to see you as soon as possible.”
Ye Qingxi: ...Does he mean to explain to him?
But why should he explain it to him?
Are you afraid he'll feel like he doesn't value him?
Or are you afraid he might still hold a grudge about what happened yesterday?
"Oh, right, I prepared a gift for you."
After Mu Shaowu finished speaking, he got out of bed and took out the latest packaged game console from his bag.
"Here you go." He handed it over with a mysterious look on his face.
Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?
"What is it?" Ye Qingxi asked him.
"You'll know once you open it up."
As Mu Shaowu spoke, he stretched his hand forward again.
Ye Qingxi had no choice but to accept it and unpack the exquisite packaging. To his surprise, it was a handheld game console.
"Please forgive me, considering I rushed back overnight and brought the gift, okay?"
Mu Shaowu bent down, a smile in his eyes, and stared into his eyes.
Ye Qingxi blinked unconsciously as he stared at her like that.
He didn't actually blame Mu Shaowu.
Or rather, what right does he have to blame Mu Shaowu?
He's not really Ye Qingxi, and Mu Shaowu isn't his biological father.
What happened yesterday is not a big deal.
Even if it's a big deal, it doesn't matter.
Even biological fathers may not necessarily love their own children, let alone adoptive fathers who are not related by blood or have never even met.
Ye Qingxi had already accepted it and never fantasized that Mu Shaowu might actually take him seriously.
He didn't come to this world of his own volition, nor did he choose to come to the Mu family.
He couldn't decide whether he would be transmigrated into a book, so he just wanted to lie back and wait for the plot to kill him off, and wait for his second death.
But now, Mu Shaowu sincerely explained to him why he hadn't appeared last night, carefully prepared a gift for him, and patiently waited for his forgiveness.
This was something Ye Qingxi had never experienced before, so much so that he was momentarily flustered.
"Were you by my side last night...?" Ye Qingxi asked, remembering something.
His last thought last night was that he didn't want to be burned into a stupor, but he was powerless to do anything about it.
Afterwards, although he vaguely felt that someone had come to his side, helped him cool down physically, gave him injections, held him, and stayed with him, those were just feelings. His body was still too small and too weak. Ye Qingxi had feelings but could not open his eyes to see who was beside him or hear who was speaking.
He wasn't sure if the other person was Mu Shaowu.
Mu Shaowu nodded, "You had a fever. I originally just wanted to check on you after I got back so as not to disturb your sleep, but when I got closer, I realized you were sick. It was a lot of work for the doctor to come and give you an injection, which brought the fever down. I was afraid you would get a fever again, so I slept next to you. I hope it didn't affect your sleep?"
Ye Qingxi shook her head.
"That's fine then," Mu Shaowu said with a smile.
He nudged Ye Qingxi, feigning a pitiful look, "I did my best all night, and you still won't forgive me?"
Ye Qingxi shook her head upon hearing his words.
"No," he said. "I don't blame you."
Mu Shaowu was stunned for a moment, then belatedly realized that his silence about forgiving wasn't because he didn't forgive, but because he wasn't angry about it at all.
Because I wasn't angry, I didn't blame him, and naturally, I didn't need to forgive him.
That's true, what a good-tempered child.
Mu Shaowu smiled and hugged him, "So good, come here, let Daddy give you a kiss~"
Ye Qingxi: ? ? ? !!!
Ye Qingxi pushed Mu Shaowu away and jumped off the bed. "I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face."
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ?
Mu Shaowu watched him flee in panic. No, was his kiss really that scary?
What happened to the saying that kids love kisses, hugs, and being lifted up high?
How come his son ran away just when he was trying to use this opportunity to get closer to them?
Doesn't their Xiaoxi like it?
Mu Shaowu rested his chin on his hand and began to think.
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