"Aunt Qiao Mo... you’re really nice..." Qiqi whispered.
Qiao Mo gave him a smile, "Rember not to let it touch water when you go back."
Qiqi looked at the neat white bandage on his arm, and a small smile finally appeared on his face, "Auntie wrapped it really nicely, much better than I did myself."
Qiao Mo was stunned again, "Did you handle the wound yourself before?"
"Yeah, I tried to do it myself, but I didn’t wrap it well, so it got infected, and I took the bandage off."
Qiao Mo felt a pang of heartache; what was Yu Qianxun even thinking?
Such a big wound, let alone a child, even adults would struggle to deal with it without help.
Hesitating a mont, Qiao Mo cautiously asked, "Can you tell Aunt Qiao Mo how you got the injury on your arm?"
Qiqi was silent for a while, and then said sadly, "Mom has been in a bad mood recently. The day before yesterday, after she ca ho, I poured her a glass of water, but she just shoved away. The glass fell to the ground, and I fell down too, cutting my arm."
Qiqi fell silent, recalling the scene from that day.
Two days ago, he returned ho as usual.
He found Mom hadn’t co back yet, so he started doing howork in his room.
Over an hour later, Mom finally ca back, but she seed unhappy, and there was a sll of alcohol.
He ran to pour her a glass of water.
But Mom just shoved him away, and he fell to the ground.
He thought Mom would co and hug him, comfort him, because other kids’ moms always hugged them.
But Mom didn’t, she seed really annoyed, looked coldly at him, and turned away back to her room.
His eyes felt so sore, he wanted to cry.
But if he cried, Mom would get unhappy and would dislike him, so he never cries.
Mom doesn’t like crybabies.
So he quietly climbed up, cleaned the broken glass shards on the ground, but he was a bit clumsy and accidentally hurt his hand.
Yet he was still quite happy because now Mom wouldn’t get hurt anymore.
Listening to him speak, Qiao Mo couldn’t hide her shock.
In this world... are there really mothers like this...
Qianxun seed to have such a nice temperant, why would she treat a child like that?
Qiqi showed a smile to Qiao Mo, explaining, "Mom didn’t do it on purpose; she was just in a bad mood."
Qiao Mo struggled to give him a smile; children are always so innocent and kind.
Seeming worried that Qiao Mo might not believe him, Qiqi took out a pencil from his backpack and said to Qiao Mo, "Look... this pencil was bought by Mom."
"And this notebook..."
Qiao Mo was lost in thought again, watching him take out the pencil and a well-preserved, brand new notebook cautiously, as if he cherished them.
But... but shouldn’t a child’s stationery be bought by the parents...
If Fu Nancheng wasn’t living with them, shouldn’t the things all be bought by Yu Qianxun?
But... why is there only a pencil and a notebook?
During her years abroad, despite being terribly busy, she personally took care of Chenchen’s everything.
Even if she had less ti with him, she’d never let him be in this condition.
"What about the other things?"
"So I bought with money Mom gave , and many were bought by Grandma Lv."
"Grandma Lv?"
Qiqi nodded, "Grandma Lv is really good to , she often takes care of , but she’s kind of old, and her health isn’t too good."
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