When Fu Nancheng returned to the ward, Qiao Mo was talking to Chenchen.
Chenchen’s eyes lit up when he saw Fu Nancheng, staring at him without blinking, with a touch of expectation and a hint of unease.
Qiao Mo imdiately stood up as well, looking at him and saying, "Are you... feeling okay?"
His gaze softened a bit, "No."
"Uh... what?"
"I need care." He spoke calmly, with neither haste nor delay.
Qiao Mo froze in place, not expecting him to say that, not knowing how to respond for a mont.
But Fu Nancheng didn’t seem to be expecting an answer from her either. He went straight to Chenchen on the bed and pinched his little face.
"Did you feel unwell today?"
"No!"
"Did you cry?"
"Chenchen doesn’t cry, Chenchen is a man!"
He chuckled lightly, sat by the bed, and flipped through the fairy tale book on the headboard, equally lost in thought. It seed he, like Qiao Mo, thought of those nights years ago when she leaned in his arms, listening to the stories he told to the baby in her belly.
"Uncle, can you tell stories?" Chenchen asked curiously.
Fu Nancheng smiled, "Of course, Uncle tells them well."
"Really?"
"Of course, really."
Saying this, he began to flip through the pages, seeming to choose a story to read to him.
Qiao Mo stood by the door watching this scene, lost in thought, without making a sound to disturb them. After a while, the room was filled with a steady, low male voice.
Chenchen was listening, and so was she.
Until the evening when Chenchen was allowed to be discharged, but his condition was still unstable, unable to leave his guardian.
Fu Nancheng sent them ho and, for the first ti, entered Qiao Mo’s villa.
Lu Yiming glanced at him without a word and turned to accompany Chenchen in the children’s room.
For a mont, only he and Qiao Mo were left in the room. He sat on the sofa, examining the layout and decor of the villa.
"Are you hungry? Would you like sothing to eat?" Qiao Mo gently asked.
"Okay." He looked at her.
Hearing this, Qiao Mo said no more, changed her clothes, and walked into the kitchen.
The al was eaten in silence, but he felt satisfied.
Lu Yiming didn’t co out the whole ti, which made Fu Nancheng feel even better.
Although he didn’t know the man’s identity, from the current situation, it seed he claid to be Chenchen’s uncle. This way, he and Qiao Mo should not be in the kind of relationship he thought. This knowledge made the whole world seem brighter.
As it approached ten o’clock, seeing that he still had no intention of leaving, Qiao Mo lowered her eyes and reminded him, "You should go."
"I’ll pick you up after work tomorrow." Fu Nancheng stood up.
Knowing they had to go to the hospital for blood tests, Qiao Mo didn’t refuse.
For a week straight, he would co to the company gate to pick her up after work every day, and then Qiao Mo accompanied him to the hospital for blood tests.
Until this day, when they arrived at the hospital together, watching his particularly pale face, Qiao Mo hesitated to speak.
But in the end, she didn’t say anything.
Fu Nancheng also remained silent, as usual, going directly to the blood collection room after arriving at the hospital.
Qin Zhaoran looked at his pale face, frowned, and said coldly, "Starting today, stop, no more drawing blood. Your donation volu has exceeded the limit."
"I know my own body." He spoke in a steady voice.
"Do you have a death wish?"
"Zhaoran."
Qin Zhaoran was sowhat angry, "Think it through."
"I have thought it through."
"You are not rational at all right now!"
"I am very rational."
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