Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

The hospital ward was quiet, with only the regular, soft ticking of the monitoring equipment.

Under the warm white light, Mo Ye slept soundly, his breathing becoming more even, but his face still lacked color.

He Wan rested her chin on her hand, sat on the chair by the bed, and stared at him intently.

Looking at his slightly furrowed brow, the long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under his eyelids, and his clearly defined yet slightly pale lips...

Her heart felt like it was being soaked in warm water, both soft and swollen.

An indescribable impulse surged up—I really wanted to lean in and gently kiss him!

(ﾉ∇︎〃 )

She had just leaned forward slightly when the door to the ward was pushed open a crack very gently.

He Wanqing sat up straight subconsciously and turned her head to look. She saw her mother, Jiang Shuya, carrying a large bag.

He tiptoed in and, seeing she was still awake, mouthed silently, "Asleep?"

He Wanqing felt inexplicably guilty, nodded, and subconsciously pursed her lips.

Jiang Shuya gently placed the items in her hands on the bedside table—a carton of milk, a bag of fresh fruit, and a heavy insulated lunchbox.

Then she waved to her daughter and pointed outside the door.

He Wanqing understood, tucked the blanket around Mo Ye, smoothed her not-too-messy hair, got up and followed her mother out of the ward, gently closing the door behind her.

The hallway lights are brighter.

He Wanqing had just turned around and hadn't even regained her balance—

"Snapped!"

A slap, not loud but solid, landed on her...buttocks.

He Wanqing staggered slightly forward from the blow, feeling a distinct sensation on her buttocks. She opened her eyes wide in shock: "Mom?!"

Jiang Shuya put her hands on her hips, her well-maintained face showing obvious reproach and heartache, and lowered her voice:

"How did you take care of your son-in-law? You even took care of him until he ended up in the hospital! Acute gastroenteritis!"

"It must be because he's not paying attention to his diet! Have you been too busy with work to take good care of him?" she said, giving her daughter a disapproving look.

"I..." He Wanqing opened her mouth, wanting to explain that Mo Ye's condition might be a recurring ailment, and that he had eaten lunch at school...

"You dare to talk back?" Jiang Shuya raised her eyebrows and slapped her daughter's other buttock.

The force wasn't strong, but it was extremely insulting... or rather, "educational."

He Wanqing: "???"

She felt utterly wronged. "Mom! I haven't even said a word yet!"

"Didn't say anything? I can tell from your eyes that you want to talk back!"

Jiang Shuya's logic was consistent, and she began to ramble on and on:

"Mo Ye is such a good kid. He's good to you, and even better to Tongtong. He's also a very reliable person."

You better pay attention and take good care of him, you hear me? If you make him sick again, you'll see what I do to you! (▼he▼me)”

Looking at her mother's protectiveness towards her son-in-law, He Wanqing felt both helpless and amused, but her heart was filled with warmth.

Knowing she couldn't win the argument, she could only obediently nod.

"Okay, Mom, I'll be careful."

Jiang Shuya's expression softened slightly, and she pointed to the ward door:

"I made some millet porridge, it's good for his stomach, and it's in a thermos. When he wakes up, you can feed him some, something light."

I won't go in. If he wakes up and sees me, he'll probably become awkward again. I'll let him rest well.

She paused, her tone softening, filled with the empathy of someone who had been through it all:

"Look how pale he is. This kid must have suffered a lot of stomach problems when he was alone before... Please take good care of him."

"Yes, Mom, don't worry." He Wanqing replied earnestly.

Jiang Shuya waved her hand, resuming her carefree demeanor:

"Alright, I'm leaving." After saying that, he really turned around and walked towards the elevator, his back view was incredibly dashing.

He Wanqing stood there until her mother entered the elevator, then rubbed her bottom, which had just been hit twice but didn't actually hurt, and muttered softly:

"My mom really doesn't hold back..."

Back in the ward, I closed the door.

Looking at Mo Ye, who was still sleeping peacefully on the bed, He Wanqing walked to the bedside, leaned down, and lightly tapped the tip of his nose with her finger, complaining softly with a pout:

"It's all your fault... you made me get hit by Mom twice."

ヽ(*.＞Д＜)o゜

After saying that, she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose, her appearance completely devoid of any trace of her usual aloof female CEO demeanor.

She is exactly like a girl in love, who would act coquettishly and throw tantrums with her sweetheart.

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Around 7 p.m., it was already dark outside the window, and the streetlights were just coming on.

Mo Ye's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The abdominal cramps have subsided considerably, replaced by a feeling of weakness and a dull ache.

He turned his head and saw He Wanqing propping herself up on the edge of the bed with one hand, her head nodding slightly, clearly dozing off. The warm yellow light cast a gentle shadow under her long eyelashes.

He moved slightly, wanting to reach out and touch her.

He Wanqing, who was already a light sleeper, was immediately startled awake. Her drowsy eyes cleared instantly, and she leaned closer with concern.

"Awake? How do you feel? Still in pain?" Her hand naturally covered his forehead, checking his temperature.

"Much better." Mo Ye said, his voice still a little hoarse, but stronger than before:

"It doesn't hurt much anymore, but I don't have much strength."

"Hmm, the anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving medicine is working." He Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief and then asked, "Are you hungry? You haven't eaten anything all night."

Mo Ye did indeed feel his stomach was empty and nodded.

He Wanqing got up, picked up the insulated lunchbox that Jiang Shuya had brought from the bedside table, opened the lid, and a sweet and soft aroma of millet porridge wafted out.

She scooped up a spoonful with the accompanying small spoon, blew on it carefully, and felt that the temperature was just right.

Just as she brought it to Mo Ye's lips, her tone unconsciously softened with the gentleness of soothing a child: "Ah—"

As Mo Ye watched her intently blowing on the porridge and carefully feeding it to him, the softest part of his heart was gently touched.

He obediently opened his mouth, and the warm, sticky millet porridge, with its natural sweet aroma of grains, slid down his throat, soothing his empty and uncomfortable stomach.

"Delicious." He swallowed and said softly, but his gaze remained fixed on He Wanqing's face.

"Of course it's delicious, it's my mom's specialty stomach-soothing porridge." He Wanqing scooped up another spoonful, blowing on it as she casually remarked.

Mo Ye was taken aback upon hearing this: "Auntie's here?"

He instinctively tried to sit up, feeling somewhat annoyed. "I...I was still sleeping. Was that too rude of me?"

He Wanqing reached out and pressed his shoulder, scolding him playfully:

"Lie down properly! Why are you moving around? We're all family, there's no need for such rudeness."

My mom saw you were asleep and didn't dare come in to disturb you. She told me to take good care of you, put down the porridge, and left.

The words "family" warmed Mo Ye's heart.

He stopped insisting, relaxed again, nodded, and obediently accepted He Wanqing's feeding.

After drinking more than half a bowl, He Wanqing felt that was enough, so she put down the spoon and lunchbox, took out a tissue, and gently wiped the corner of his mouth.

After doing all this, she sat on the edge of the bed, quietly looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly tilted her head, a hint of cunning and naivety flashing in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes:

"I've fed you and taken such good care of you, Mo Ye, don't you have anything to say in return?"

(ฅ＞ω＜*ฅ)

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