So, she decisively shut up, sitting in the back seat without saying a word.
The little guy finally quieted down, and Gu Junhao quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
If he had such a chatterbox son, he thought he would go crazy.
Lu Residence.
"Xuxu, you’re awake."
Lu Moqing sat by the bedside, having watched her for a long ti, before she slowly regained consciousness.
Her gaze was devoid of any brightness, filled only with heartbreaking stillness.
Lu Moqing grew increasingly worried; he clenched Qiaoxu’s hand, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, but he didn’t know what else he could say.
No amount of comforting would suffice. All he could do was quietly stay by her side.
Just as he thought they could only continue in silence, Qiaoxu spoke up.
"When he was born, he was so tiny and soft, his breathing was very weak..."
Qiaoxu’s voice was very hoarse, barely audible.
"The doctor told that he might not be saved. At that ti, I went to see him every day, watching him so small, lying in the incubator..."
Tears stread down from the corners of her eyes.
"I prayed every day for him to stay with for a few more days, and then the doctor said he was out of the critical period..."
Lu Moqing listened, his heart aching like it was being cut by a knife.
It must have been her most helpless and frightening mont, but he wasn’t by her side to support her through those difficult days.
"I’m sorry, my wife..."
He suppressed the guilt surging in his heart and apologized in a hoarse voice.
Qiaoxu seed to not have heard him, imrsed in her own mories, she continued:
"He must be the most considerate child in this world. He must have heard my prayers, that tiny bundle, and sohow managed to survive..."
As she spoke, her tears flowed even more.
"But now...but now..."
Her emotions teetered on the edge of collapse, and she could hardly speak.
She tightly grasped Lu Moqing’s arm, "Moching, we must find our son, we must bring him back..."
"Ok, ok, we will definitely find him, I promise to bring him back. You just calm down, alright?"
Looking at Qiaoxu’s almost collapsing appearance, Lu Moqing’s heart felt as if it had been ripped apart by her.
At this mont, a servant rushed upstairs and urgently knocked on the door, "Sir, Madam, the Young Master has returned."
The servant’s voice was full of uncontrollable excitent.
Qiaoxu and Lu Moqing were completely stunned at this mont, both of them casting disbelief gazes at the door.
This surprise ca too suddenly, making it difficult for them to react at the first ti.
"Sir, Madam, the Young Master is back, he is downstairs..."
The servant repeated the news outside the door, and this ti, they heard it clearly.
It was not an illusion, the son had returned.
Lu Moqing hurriedly got up and rushed to the door to open it, while Qiaoxu anxiously sat up from the bed; hastily pulling out the nutrient injection still attached to her hand, ignoring the bleeding wound caused by forcefully removing the needle, and stumbled to the door.
Lu Moqing opened the door, and the wild joy on the servant’s face could be seen clearly.
"Qiao Yi is back?"
At this mont, the couple’s faces were a mix of ecstasy and trepidation, afraid that all this was just a false alarm.
Not until they heard a soft, tender voice coming from the staircase entrance, "Daddy, mommy."
This voice, which they had not heard for just a day, seed like an eternity apart for the couple, and like heavenly music to their ears.
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