After being missing for five years, President Fu's eyes welled up with tears when they met agai

Don't worry, Luo Luo is with me. She loves playing with Lu Lu. With her around, Lu Lu is starting to act like a big sister. You can focus on your work and come pick her up when you're done.

Gu Ying's words plunged the ward into an eerie silence.

Wen Qingruan gripped her phone tightly, trying her best to remain calm, but her heart was practically leaping out of her throat.

She pretended to be busy, picking up a cushion from the sofa next to the hospital bed and putting it down again, seemingly preoccupied with something, while praying in her heart that Fu Yanci wouldn't take what she had just said to heart.

But just as she feared, her worst nightmare came true; Fu Yanci's voice came from behind her.

When did you get Lolo?

The cushion in Wen Qingruan's hand fell to the ground. She froze on the spot, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on her back.

Does Fu Yanci know the answer to this question?

"Wh...what?"

She stammered, unsure how to cover it up.

Fu Yanci: "Isn't that cat named Luo Luo?"

"I'd never heard of you liking pets before. What made you decide to get a cat?"

Wen Qingruan herself had forgotten that she had just told Fu Yanci that Luo Luo was a cat she owned.

With her heart finally at ease, Wen Qingruan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, it's too lonely for one person, so I got a pet."

Fu Yanci: "When you left back then, didn't you say you had a boyfriend? Didn't you say you were going to live a good life? How come you're lonely?"

Wen Qingruan froze for a moment, then turned her back to Fu Yanci.

"We broke up not long after."

Fu Yanci, "So you got a cat? When did you get one? It sounds like you really care about that cat."

Fu Yanci actually wanted to ask when she broke up with her boyfriend.

He didn't even know who the man was who made Wen Qingruan abandon him and Fubao back then.

"I've had it for several years, and I've grown attached to it."

Fu Yanci stared at Wen Qingruan's back, his voice turning colder.

"You can't even leave your cat, which you've raised for several years, at a friend's house for one night, but you can just abandon a baby you've carried for ten months."

After saying this, Fu Yanci realized that his words had been a bit harsh.

But he is Fu Bao's father, and he was abandoned by Wen Qingruan along with Fu Bao.

Now, seeing how worried Wen Qingruan is about a cat, even though she only left it with a friend for one night, she is still very concerned.

But back then, when she left without saying goodbye and abandoned Fu Bao, Fu Bao was only a six or seven-month-old baby!

How could he not be angry? How could he not hate!

Wen Qingruan's heart ached from Fu Yanci's words.

She gripped the pillow tightly in her hands, the veins on the back of her slender hands bulging, and she bit her lower lip hard.

Faced with Fu Yanci's questioning, she offered no explanation, nor could she provide one.

Fu Yanci was telling the truth.

She was indeed cruel to Fu Bao...

The ward was so quiet it felt like being trapped in a viscous swamp, making it hard to breathe.

Fu Yanci watched Wen Qingruan's retreating figure, and in the end he could only sigh deeply, unable to bear to force her.

"Fu Bao probably hasn't eaten anything yet, why don't you make him something to eat?"

The ward is a suite, with an outer room containing a living room and a kitchen.

Wen Qingruan hummed in agreement and turned to go to the kitchen.

The refrigerator was full of ingredients. Wen Qingruan cooked beef and vegetable porridge for Fu Yanci and made small wontons for Fu Bao.

Soon, the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

Fu Yanci lay on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling above him and listening to the noises coming from the kitchen.

A dark mockery surged in his deep eyes, and his throat bobbed.

He turned his head to look towards the kitchen, and through the door he could see busy figures working there.

My eye sockets gradually felt hot.

If only Wen Qingruan hadn't left, these ordinary, warm days...

Fu Yanci turned his head away, trying to stop himself from thinking about it any further.

After all, there are no "what ifs" in this world, and Wen Qingruan didn't choose to stay...

The door to the ward was pushed open, and a fluffy little head peeked in.

He smelled the aroma and followed it to see the people in the kitchen.

It's Mom...

Fu Bao gently pushed open the door and quietly stood at the kitchen doorway, watching her mother busily working inside.

Mom was wearing a pink apron, and her long hair was tied in a long ponytail.

Fu Bao thought to himself, his mother is so beautiful. None of his classmates' mothers are as beautiful as his mother.

My mom's cooking smells so good, even better than Aunt Liu's.

But... he has never eaten his mother's cooking.

He thought that his mother must be a great cook.

When Aunt Liu followed Fu Bao in, she almost thought she was seeing things when she saw the people in the kitchen.

The lady is back!

The wife left suddenly back then, abandoning her husband and Fu Bao. How come she's suddenly back now?

Although she couldn't understand it, she didn't want to interfere in her master's affairs.

Hearing the commotion outside, Fu Yanci waved to Liu Ma.

Aunt Liu quickly understood and quietly left.

Only the three of them remained in the ward.

When Wen Qingruan turned around to get the seasonings, she saw Fu Bao at the door.

She was still holding a spatula in her hand. The moment she saw Fu Bao, she instinctively wanted to reach out and hug him, but then she saw what she was holding.

Wen Qingruan put down the spatula, wiped her hands on her apron, and wanted to get close to Fu Bao, hug him and kiss him, but she was afraid that her enthusiasm would scare Fu Bao.

After all... she was just a "caregiver" who looked after Fu Yanci.

Fu Bao pointed to the pot on the stove, "The stuff inside is about to overflow."

Wen Qingruan then remembered that there were still small wontons cooking in the pot.

She turned around and hurriedly turned off the stove, burning herself again when she lifted the lid.

"what!"

Hearing the noise, Fu Yanci, lying in his hospital bed, asked, "What's wrong?"

He got up and pushed the IV cart toward the kitchen.

Fu Bao looked at her mother's reddened fingers, walked over, and pulled her mother to the edge of the pool.

Rinse it with cold water.

The little guy couldn't reach the faucet, but luckily Fu Yanci had already arrived in the kitchen by then.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Qingruan was a little embarrassed. After cooking for so many years, she had actually gotten burned by the pot lid.

She put her hands behind her back. "It's nothing, it's nothing."

Fu Bao tugged at her father's clothes, "Her hand got burned, it's red."

Wen Qingruan hid her hand even deeper and shook her head.

"It's alright now, the pot lid was just a little hot, but it's fine now. I..."

Before Wen Qingruan could finish speaking, Fu Yanci had already grabbed her arm, held her wrist, and placed it under the faucet.

Fu Yanci frowned as he looked at his fingers, which were red from the burn.

"How could you be so careless?"

He turned on the tap, and the cold water reduced the burning sensation in his fingers considerably.

She was practically held in Fu Yanci's arms, with his burning chest behind her and his hot breath in her ear.

Fu Yanci's hand intertwined with hers, and water flowed between them, soft and sweet.

The water that flowed from Fu Yanci's palm fell onto Wen Qingruan's hand, as if an invisible ribbon was binding them together.

The water was cool, but Wen Qingruan felt that she seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

Fu Bao gripped the sink with both hands, tilted her head to look at her father, and then at her mother.

"Dad, her face looks like it's been burned too; it's even redder than her fingers."