Chapter 9 – She Wants This Little Child (3)
Yu Yaoyao’s hand immediately retracted.
And the little steamed bun lying gently on her stomach, like a frightened kitten, straightened up his head, looking towards the door.
It was Shen Yichong who opened the door. He was wearing a long, black windbreaker on top of his straight suit and he squinted at the steamed bun with some displeasure.
“Shen Rui, go to bed. You’ll go to kindergarten tomorrow.” Shen Yichong’s voice was low, but he still made sure that the steamed bun could hear clearly.
The steamed bun immediately looked back at Yu Yaoyao in a panic and then stared at his father in disapproval. He had a look as if he had been robbed of something he loves!
“Shen Rui, don’t let me say it again. Are you a man, not keeping your promise? You just said you’d come to see your mother and go to bed.”
“What are you doing now?” Shen Yichong finished.
When he said the second sentence, the steamed bun climbed out of bed, away from his mother’s stomach and stood stubbornly on the ground.
But the next second, he instantly turned fifteen degrees and pointed his butt at his father.
He stood there on a corner, his dark eyes shining with grievances, petty indignation, and embarrassment.
Obviously, if dad hadn’t come in, he could have stayed in his mother’s arms a little longer.~
Mom’s embrace— soft, different from Dad’s! But now it’s all blocked by Dad! As soon as Dad comes in and talks, Mom will be woken up.
And when his mother wakes up, he can’t stay in her arms any longer.
He pursued his small mouth angrily.
Shen Yichong sighed and walked up to him. “Come to dad and let your mother rest.”
As he spoke, Shen Yichong grabbed his son and used a small towel to dry his teary face. However, the steamed stuffed bun struggled restlessly. When it was tucked into its own small bed, it protested discontentedly and kicked off the quilt covered over him.
His pair of small, black eyes stared at Yu Yaoyao without blinking.
This unwilling look would almost make people think that they were far away from each other and not inside a ward.
Shen Yichong couldn’t help but frown further, squatting down in front of his son. “Shen Rui, there are some problems between father and mother and we may not be able to continue living together in the future.”
Yu Yaoyao, who pretended to be sleeping, had been eavesdropping with her ears perked up and eyes squinting. But when she heard this, she couldn’t hold it anymore and wanted to wake up, but she was shocked by Shen Yichong’s next sentence.
“Dad doesn’t want to deceive you. You are big now, you’ve learned to watch the news yourself.”
Yu Yaoyao was shocked. She glanced at the bed and sure enough, there was a mini tablet placed to the side. The next second it was firmly held by the steamed bun within his arms.
Shen Yichong was squatting with his back to her. “You saw it too, didn’t you? Father and mother are not happy together.”
The steamed stuffed bun’s small head suddenly tilted down, leaving only the eyelashes that were naturally curled to be seen trembling.
“Shen Rui, live with your father and set your mother free.”
“You also want your mother to be happy, right?”
The small steamed stuffed bun sobbed, his thin shoulders shaking so much, and he was trying to refrain from crying out loud. For a very long time, he was reluctant, but then he nodded his little head sadly.
Yu Yaoyao’s peeping eyes were hot, and she immediately held the tears at bay. She opened her mouth wide, raising her hand weakly from the bed.
“About that, wait…I am very happy now!”
Design programs already!
Half an hour ago, Shen Lin had already wanted to escape.
There was a hot topic that sprinted to the ranking in a short time like a sudden force, occupying the top of today’s micro-blog search list!
Since then, the temperature in the room has not been higher.
“Garbage, let him do it again!”
Shen Lin’s eardrums were shaking! Fourteenth!
Shen Lin looked at Shen Yichong’s extremely icy side profile, looking as if every pore was oozing discomfort.
Just as he was finding an excuse to leave, the iPad on the small table next to the sofa vibrated several times.
He sneaked a glance and swallowed instantly.
It was the boss’ microblog online friends laughing at the current news.
— The fastest, most exotic, most compelling face-slapping in history: to kill a person by a laugh! Boss Shen, your wife is one of a kind!
— Mrs. Shen’s inner monologue: Whoops, this person was pushed down by her husband and was not able to stand back up due to a moment of dizziness. Who committed suicide!? Husband is too fierce… this is also a problem~
— Boss Shen’s voice: Wife, we better close the door. Say please!
With a bang, the dark-faced Shin Yichong almost hit the sofa with a punch!
Shen Lin immediately hid in the corner like a quail.
“Give me a cigarette.” Shen Yichong stood up with a husky voice.
“Well, you can’t smoke inside the hospital, boss—”
Faced with a dagger-like glare, Shen Lin swallowed the second half of the sentence and rushed to hand the cigarette and lighter from his pocket respectfully.
Shen Yichong squinted, clipped it between his fingers and bit the cigarette in his mouth without using the lighter.
He looked up at the snow-white, weak but beautiful woman in the hospital bed, with dark eyes and scowled. “Find out who she’s been in contact within the last month, the flow of bank cards and credit cards.”
Shen Lin opened his mouth and immediately answered, “Okay, boss, I’ll go to work first.”
“Forget it, you don’t have to…” Came Shen Yichong’s tired reply.
“You can go out.”
“All right, boss!” Shen Lin did not hesitate at all and fled the room quickly.
Shen Yichong waited for the door to close. Afterward, his back which towered like a pine tree walked with extremely slow steps towards to bed, as if it was difficult to make even a little step. He looked down at the woman who buried most of her face in the quilt. At the moment, her eyes were closed, yet her face was still picturesque.
Even the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye was a beautiful contrast against her pale skin—even better than the harsh white of the hospital bedding.
Like a statue, he stood by her side, not knowing how long.
It was not until the sky was dark and the sun rays were faint did Yu Yaoyao woke up.
She did not dare to move the moment she woke up, for fear of the needle still inserted on her hand. However, while her brain was still groggy from sleep, she felt water dripping down the back of her palm.
Is it raining?
Yu Yaoyao opened her eyes.
She used to sleep, coiling herself up and hiding among the leaves. Now she unconsciously covers most of her face with a quilt, covering most of the viewing angle.
At the present, she saw a fluffy little black head emerge from the side of her bed. The round and white little face was facing her. The cheeks looked very supple, just like a big pork bun that was smooth, tender and sweet.
The moment after Yu Yaoyao opened her eyes, two more tears began to fall from the little steamed bun’s face, pattering in a broken line and falling down her hands. But soon the little steamed bun bowed its head and noticed that the back of her hand was wet with tears.
The black eyes widened in fright and immediately turned to peep at Yu Yaoyao’s face with guilt and panic.