Chapter 37: Chapter 37 Mom Chapter 37: Chapter 37 Mom The night deepened, and even the hospital had beco completely quiet.
For so reason, Shu Wan was not sleepy.
She looked up at the moon outside the window and suddenly rembered that it was dayti over where Fu Siyu was.
Compelled as if by a ghost, Shu Wan sent a ssage to Fu Siyu, “Fu Yang is sick.”
After a while, Fu Siyu replied, “The housekeeper told about it.
He’s always eating randomly, and his stomach isn’t great.”
“It’s my fault.”
Although Shu Wan didn’t elaborate, Fu Siyu seed to understand what she ant.
After all, at their core, they were the sa kind of person, “Without you, he would still get sick, just perhaps later.”
Shu Wan’s eyes fluttered, and she suddenly brought up another topic, “What was Fu Yang like when he was little?”
Soon, Fu Siyu sent Shu Wan many photos and videos, all from Fu Yang’s past.
Mostly from before Fu Yang turned eight, there were mushy baby photos with incomplete teeth, drooling silly at the cara.
Then there were videos of him just learning to walk, wobbling step by step towards Fu Siyu, his big eyes like black grapes shining bright.
Later on, Fu Yang grew a bit taller, with rosy lips and pearly teeth, like a porcelain doll sculpted from gold and jade, his features faintly resembling Fu Siyu, irresistibly cute.
He had learned to talk, milkily calling out to the cara, “Daddy, hug.”
Although various ssages Shu Wan received ntioned that Fu Siyu didn’t take much care of Fu Yang, in the photos and videos Fu Siyu sent, his own figure was actually present.
And judging by Fu Yang’s condition, it was clear that he had been well cared for.
Innocent and joyous, it reminded Shu Wan of her own younger brother.
The Pri Minister’s Mansion had two legitimate sons, one was Shu Wan’s older brother; the other was her younger brother.
Her older brother, who was once a very good elder brother, taught her to read and write, brought her treats from the Zhongxuan Building, and gifted her rabbit lanterns.
Her younger brother, once as cute as Fu Yang, soft and squishy like a sticky rice ball, would follow her, calling ‘sister’ again and again, would secretly bring her little toys, and cling to her legs coquettishly when she ca ho.
But they both gradually grew up, and the cage of feudal ethical teachings, like an invisible wall, completely separated her protective older brother and her dependent younger brother from her.
They gradually beca n like Pri Minister Shu, for the sake of their family’s interests and their own future, treating their sisters as a resource, seeking only the greatest benefit.
For this, they could sacrifice her life, her marriage, erasing her completely in the age of “the three obediences and four virtues.”
“There are no more photos after he turned eight.” Fu Siyu must have not been able to find any more photos and could only explain to Shu Wan, “Fu Yang didn’t want them taken.”
“Mhm.”
“Also, after he turned eight, I went abroad, and since then, we’ve had a deep estrangent.”
“He will understand you, eventually.”
A parent’s love for their child plans for the long term.
Fu Siyu did not provide Fu Yang with intimate companionship, but he did provide him with a rich safety net that countless others could only dream of.
As long as his father is Fu Siyu, his life would be filled with innurable possibilities.
Shu Wan flipped through Fu Yang’s photos a little longer, then turned her head to glance at Fu Yang, still deep in sleep from the sleeping pills.
The dical staff had changed him into a hospital gown, without those clothes loaded with tal accessories, the rebellious air about Fu Yang had dissipated quite a bit.
His brow furrowed slightly, a delicate face buried in the pillow, his eyebrows and eyes serene and obedient, even his silvery white hair seed to soften under the light, neatly covering his forehead.
Perhaps his stomach was uncomfortable again, as Fu Yang’s brow furrowed even deeper, and he turned uncomfortably a few tis in bed.
There was still an IV hooked on the back of his hand, and with his movents, the blood montarily backflowed.
Shu Wan hurriedly stepped forward, following the nurse’s earlier actions, and rearranged the IV for Fu Yang.
After the IV flow returned to normal, Shu Wan finally let go of Fu Yang’s hand.
Yet just as she was about to turn away, her wrist was seized by Fu Yang.
Shu Wan turned around; Fu Yang was still asleep, but he clung to Shu Wan tightly, looking extrely vulnerable, his lips moving slightly, his whispers inaudible.
Hesitant for a mont, Shu Wan ultimately gave in to Fu Yang’s pull and sat down by the bed.
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