After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

It's been four days already.

How has Tuantuan spent the last few days at the Su family's house?

……

At this moment, in the riverside villa area, at the Su family's residence.

In the spacious living room, the crystal chandelier emitted a cool, white light.

The underfloor heating was on full blast, but the space felt too spacious, making it feel a bit too cold.

Tuantuan was huddled in the corner of the sofa at this moment.

She was clutching a small schoolbag tightly in her arms, her face flushed and her lips slightly chapped.

Aunt Liu walked out of the kitchen carrying a tray, her steps very light.

On the tray was a small bowl of steaming hot steamed sea cucumber with egg, and a plate of neatly sliced ​​imported strawberries.

"Tuantuan, be good, get up and eat something."

Aunt Liu placed the tray on the coffee table, picked up the bowl of steamed eggs, scooped up a little with a spoon, blew on it, and held it to Tuantuan's mouth. "This sea cucumber was specially ordered by President Su to nourish the body."

Tuantuan turned her head away and shrank further into the sofa.

"I don't want to eat." Her voice was terribly hoarse, with a thick nasal tone. "I want to go home. I want to find my dad."

Aunt Liu sighed.

In the past few days, she has cooked every dish she could think of: braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, shrimp and tofu, but the child just won't open his mouth.

He wouldn't eat anything, he just stared blankly at his backpack.

"This is your home. Look how big this house is, and your mother bought you so many toys." Aunt Liu pointed to the mountain of imported dolls piled up next to her.

Tuantuan didn't even glance at it.

"This isn't my home." Tears welled up in Tuantuan's eyes, and she bit her lip hard, refusing to cry out loud. "I want to eat Dad's cooking. The shrimp dumplings are waiting for me."

Aunt Liu put down the bowl and reached out to touch Tuantuan's forehead.

"Oh dear, why is it so hot?" Aunt Liu exclaimed in surprise. The child had been coughing since the afternoon, and now his forehead was frighteningly hot.

The door emitted a notification sound indicating that the fingerprint lock had been unlocked.

Su Qing walked in, wearing high heels.

Her hair was a little messy, and her eyes were bloodshot.

He was still holding the phone, his voice sharp and agitated.

"I don't care what method you use, you must redo the asset appraisal report by tomorrow morning!"

"If HSBC keeps withholding that 500 million, we won't even be able to pay our employees' salaries next month! Yes, tell the CFO, nobody is allowed to leave work tonight!"

Su Qing hung up the phone, threw it heavily on the cabinet in the entryway, changed into slippers, and walked into the living room.

"Mr. Su, you're finally back." Aunt Liu stood up quickly, as if she had found her pillar of support. "Tuantuan has a high fever, and won't eat anything."

Su Qing frowned, walked to the sofa, and looked at her daughter who was curled up in a ball.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her agitation, and tried to make her voice sound as gentle as possible.

"Tuantuan, you need to eat when you're sick. You'll get better if you eat your fill before taking your medicine." Su Qing walked over, picked up the steamed sea cucumber and egg from the coffee table, and handed it to him. "Good boy, open your mouth."

Tuantuan buried her face in her schoolbag and stubbornly shook her head.

"I want to find my dad."

Upon hearing the word "Dad," Su Qing's patience instantly crumbled.

She was driven to the brink of despair by the investors at the company, and when she got home, she couldn't even get a sip of water. She also had to listen to her daughter crying and begging for her ex-husband.

"Lin Fan, Lin Fan, what else is on your mind besides Lin Fan?!"

Su Qing raised her voice, "Besides making two bowls of lousy noodles, what else can he give you? Look at where you live now, look at the clothes you wear—all of this was bought with money! If you stay with him, you'll be stuck in that run-down restaurant forever, smelling the grease and grime!"

Tuantuan flinched at the shout, and finally burst into tears.

"I want my dad! You're a bad mom!"

Su Qing was so angry that her chest heaved violently. She slammed the bowl in her hand onto the coffee table with a "bang," splashing the steamed egg inside and staining the marble tabletop.

"If you don't eat, then go hungry!" Su Qing turned to look at Liu Ma.

"Take everything away. Give her two fever-reducing pills. I don't have time to soothe her all day."

The phone on the table rang again.

Su Qing glanced at the caller ID, her expression changed, and she quickly answered the call.

"Chairman Wang, yes, I'm listening. I'm already thinking of a solution regarding the guarantor..."

While on the phone, she picked up her car keys and coat from the entryway and turned to leave.

"Mr. Su! The child has a high fever, should we take him to the hospital?" Aunt Liu called out from behind.

"I'm working all night at the company tonight. Call Xiao Li if you need anything!" Su Qing said impatiently, slamming the door shut without looking back.

The villa fell silent again, with only Tuantuan's intermittent sobs remaining.

Aunt Liu was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet.

She found some children's fever reducer in the first-aid kit, mixed it with warm water, and half-coaxed and half-tricked Tuantuan into taking it.

After taking the medicine, Tuantuan drifted off to sleep in a daze.

But a few hours later, when Liu's mother checked on Tuantuan, she found that Tuantuan's fever had not only not subsided, but had actually risen higher.

Tuan Tuan's breathing became rapid, her little face burned like a red-hot coal, and she mumbled incoherently.

This cooking method is wrong; if we delay any longer, something terrible will definitely happen.

She stood up, ran quickly upstairs to the children's room, and pulled the thickest children's down jacket from the closet.

Back in the living room, she wrapped Tuantuan tightly in a down jacket and put a woolen hat on her head.

Tuantuan was burning up and felt weak all over, like a boneless rag doll, only humming softly.

Seeing this, Liu's mother quickly took out her phone, opened a ride-hailing app, and called a private car.

The riverside villa area has strict access control, and outside vehicles are not usually allowed to enter.

Ms. Liu quickly called the property management security booth, explaining that her child had a high fever and was having convulsions, and that a ride-hailing car was urgently needed to come and save his life. The security guard, hearing the urgency of the situation, didn't dare stop them.

Ten minutes later, a black luxury car pulled up outside the gate.

Aunt Liu picked up Tuantuan and struggled to push open the door and go out.

"Driver, to the First People's Hospital of the city, emergency room. Please drive faster." Aunt Liu sat in the back seat and hugged Tuantuan in her arms.

The driver glanced at the child, whose face was flushed red from the fever, in the rearview mirror, and stepped on the gas.

In Jiangcheng, the cold wind rustled the tree branches.

The car stopped in front of the emergency building of the People's Hospital. Liu Ma paid the fare and rushed into the lobby with Tuantuan in her arms.

The corridors of the pediatric emergency room were packed with people.

Parents carrying children were everywhere, and the sounds of children crying and coughing mixed with the smell of disinfectant, making it a headache.

Liu's mother ran to the triage desk, and the nurse scanned Tuan Tuan's forehead with a temperature gun.

"39.8 degrees Celsius. Go over there to register, then go to consultation room number three to queue. People with high fever can be seen first." The nurse handed over a triage slip.

Liu's mother held the child, sweating profusely with anxiety.