Ji Weitian t his gaze and beca so frightened that she stuttered, "I, I didn’t an that, the nurse had just called Mrs. Qin... I didn’t have ti to clarify and inadvertently said that. I actually wanted to say I’m not Mrs. Qin, but sohow I ended up saying I am Mrs. Qin..."
At this mont, she didn’t even know what she was talking about.
Looking at Qin Nanyu’s expression, he seed to think she was soone coveting the title of Mrs. Qin.
Ji Weitian awkwardly shut her mouth.
At this mont, silence was golden.
Finally, the little guy woke up, and the doctor ca for a visit, notifying them that the child was fine and could be discharged any ti.
Ji Weitian felt liberated and without hesitation grabbed her bag, "If Ruirui is alright, then I’ll head back first. I can’t stay away from ho for too long; my daughter must be missing ."
Having said that, Ji Weitian didn’t give Qin Nanyu a chance to react. She dashed out of the ward and fled the hospital like her life depended on it.
Qin Nanyu stood there stunned, watching her disappear in an instant, his brow furrowed slightly.
It was as if the scene he had just awakened to reappeared in front of him.
She sat on the hospital bed, head lowered, muttering seriously, "I am Mrs. Qin."
Mrs. Qin...
Those three words stirred an unusual feeling in Qin Nanyu’s heart.
Before he could reflect on that feeling, the little guy, now in his regular clothes, ca up to him, giving him a lancholic look and whispered accusingly, "You scared my mom away again."
His aggrieved expression seed to say, if he didn’t get his mom back, he wouldn’t leave the hospital.
Qin Nanyu: "..."
Qin Nanyu straightened up, ensuring the little guy was physically recovered, and said sternly, "Qin Morui, she isn’t your mom, and no amount of tantrums in front of can change Ji Weitian into your real mom, do you understand?"
From yesterday until now, he had been indulgent with the little guy’s behaviors because he knew, despite his young age, the boy wasn’t ntally a four-year-old child.
His IQ surpassed two hundred, and his mathematical talents were astonishing.
It wasn’t possible for him not to understand what the word "mom" really ant.
After Qin Nanyu finished speaking, he saw the little guy suddenly pout, lower his head, and stare down at his toes.
His small hands clutched at the hem of his clothes. His hair, tousled from recently waking up, stood up in little tufts.
His shoulders were hunched, making him look quite pitiful.
After a mont, he said faintly, "But I like Auntie, she slls like mom."
Qin Nanyu felt a pang in his heart and was at a loss for words.
He stared at the little guy who, for the first ti, wasn’t throwing a tantrum but looked remarkably well-behaved.
Maybe because they were in the hospital, or maybe because his body hadn’t fully recovered yet, his delicate little face looked sowhat pale.
His lips quivered, and his woeful appearance made it impossible for Qin Nanyu to speak harshly.
In the end, all he could do was bend down, lift him up, and awkwardly pat his little head. Just as he was about to tell him he still had a dad, the little guy, with a disdainful turn of his head, said crisply,
"Why can’t we swap dad for mom? I could actually do without a dad."
Qin Nanyu: "???"
Starting now, orphan, you don’t have a dad either.
Qin Nanyu handed the troublemaker over to the butler and headed outside first.
After finishing the discharge procedures downstairs, his mobile phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, Qin Nanyu turned back to look at the butler.
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