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

He Wanqing was taken aback, then realized he was using a pun. "Don't complain, hug me."

Her face flushed again, but her heart felt as sweet as if it had been soaked in honey.

Hmph, she didn't want to be hugged by herself!

I only gave him a hug because he was sick and asked so "sincerely"!

While she was making excuses for herself, she had already honestly bent down, carefully avoiding his arm with the IV drip, and gently but truly embraced him.

The moment she rested her face against his shoulder, He Wanqing sighed contentedly.

Hmm~ Sure enough, she seems to be getting more and more addicted to his embrace.

(*︾▽︾)

As she held him, she suddenly felt something was wrong. The temperature emanating from Mo Ye seemed much higher than usual; she could feel the heat even through his hospital gown.

She sat up abruptly and reached out to touch his forehead—it was burning hot to the touch!

"Oh my god, it's so hot!" He Wanqing's expression changed, and she immediately pressed the call button by the bedside.

The nurse arrived quickly and took his temperature—38.9℃.

She did indeed develop a fever.

He Wanqing felt both distressed and annoyed, glaring at Mo Ye: "You're such a grown man, don't you even know you have a fever?"

Mo Ye himself was somewhat surprised, touched his forehead, and said blankly:

"I... don't feel anything special, just a little tired. I thought it was gastroenteritis."

He Wanqing was too lazy to argue with him and followed the nurse to get fever-reducing medicine.

When she returned, she carefully brought him the cooled warm water to his lips.

Watching him take the medicine, she carefully tucked him in and said softly, "Alright, close your eyes and rest. You'll feel better after you sweat it out."

As the medicine took effect, coupled with his already weak state, Mo Ye quickly fell into a deep sleep.

He Wanqing dared not be careless. She moved a chair to sit by the bed and used a towel soaked in warm water to wipe his neck and arms to cool him down. She barely slept all night.

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The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the ward floor.

Mo Ye slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was He Wanqing's profile as she rested by the bedside.

She seemed to be sleeping lightly, her brows were slightly furrowed, there was a faint bluish shadow under her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast small fan-shaped shadows on her fair skin, making her look somewhat tired.

The moment he moved, He Wanqing woke up immediately. Almost instinctively, she reached out and touched his forehead.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt a normal, cool touch in her palm: "Hmm, the fever has gone down."

Mo Ye grasped her hand, which she hadn't had time to pull back; her fingertips were a little cold.

Looking at her tired face, he asked with concern, "You...didn't sleep all night?"

"I'm resting," He Wanqing tried to pull her hand away, but not too forcefully, and simply looked away. "I just wasn't sound asleep."

Mo Ye knew she was lying, but he didn't call her out on it. He just held her hand tighter, wanting to say something to thank her, but felt that words were too weak.

"Good morning, sister and brother-in-law!" A clear voice broke the warmth of the moment.

He Wanning strode in, carrying several exquisite food boxes and a large bag of tonics, her face beaming with a bright smile.

"Good morning." "Good morning, Wan Ning." The two responded simultaneously.

Mo Ye asked with concern, "Has Wan Ning eaten?"

"I ate! I took Tongtong to kindergarten and we had a kids' meal together."

He Wanning put the things on the table and looked at Mo Ye, "Brother-in-law, are you feeling better? Does your stomach still hurt?"

"Much better, it doesn't hurt as much anymore," Mo Ye replied.

As He Wanqing opened the food box, she asked, "Tongtong...didn't cause trouble last night, did she?"

"Hehe," He Wanning proudly raised her chin.

"She's just a three-year-old toddler, I can handle her like a child. Don't worry, she's having a great time and sleeping soundly."

She noticed the dark circles under her sister's eyes and urged, "Sis, hurry up and eat breakfast, then go get some sleep! I'll watch over your husband here for you."

He Wanqing did feel drowsy, nodded, and began to drink her porridge in small sips.

With He Wanning present, Mo Ye felt embarrassed to let He Wanqing feed him anymore, so he took the bowl and chopsticks and ate slowly himself.

After He Wanqing finished eating, she carefully gave a few instructions, glanced at Mo Ye, and then said:

"I'm going to lie down in Qin Yue's lounge for a while. Call me immediately if you need anything."

"Don't worry, sis!" He Wanning patted her chest to assure her.

After He Wanqing left, the ward fell silent. He Wanning, usually a lively person, found herself somewhat at a loss for words when alone with her "brother-in-law," and stammered, "..."

"Brother-in-law, let me know if you feel unwell."

Mo Ye smiled gently: "Yes, thank you. It's so kind of you to come all this way."

"Don't be so polite, we're all family!" He Wanning waved her hand, and the atmosphere became a little more natural.

Just then, Mo Ye's phone vibrated; it was a message from Shen Qing.

[Shen Qing: Mo Ye! You skipped class again today? You dare to skip your teacher's class? (evil grin)]

Mo Ye replied: 【Something really happened; I'm hospitalized with acute gastroenteritis.】

[Shen Qing: ??? Really? (Excitedly rubbing hands.jpg)]

Mo Ye looked at the "excited" emoji and was a little puzzled. What's so exciting about being sick?

[Mo Ye: Really, the First Municipal Hospital.]

[Shen Qing: Okay! I'll answer for you, bro! Send me the specific ward number! (pats chest in a show of loyalty.jpg)]

Mo Ye sent an "OK" gesture and the ward number.

Immediately after, Pang Siyi messaged him, asking if he was free to play ball that afternoon.

Mo Ye had no choice but to explain the situation again.

Pang Siyi immediately replied: 【Are you sick? Is it serious? We'll come over to see you at noon!】

Mo Ye felt a warmth in her heart and replied, "I'm much better, don't bother."

Pang Siyi: [Brother, you said this? Wait a minute!]

Mo Ye felt a warm glow in his heart, thinking that his brothers were truly loyal.

However, what he didn't know was that he was celebrating too soon.

Shen Qing, Wang Jie, Pang Siyi, and Su Qianyue created a small group chat, and messages were being sent out at lightning speed.

[Shen Qing: Mo Ye is really hospitalized! At the First Municipal Hospital!]

[Wang Jie: Go take a look? Bring something? A fruit basket?]

[Su Qianyue: Fruit baskets are so boring! Patients need warmth!]

[Pang Siyi: Then...shall we get a little more practical?]

[Shen Qing: (Evil smile.jpg) I have a bold idea...]

Half an hour later, the four of them reached a consensus and made a "touching" decision—to skip the last two classes of the morning and give Mo Ye a "surprise".

In the supermarket, Pang Siyi looked at the increasingly full shopping cart of groceries, scratched the back of his head, and said sheepishly:

"Isn't it a bit unfair of us to do this? Mo Ye is still sick."

Even so, he didn't stop what he was doing and put two more boxes of beef rolls in.

..........