novelraw Chapter 416 - 211. Outside the baby’s room stood Yu Qinglu.
Chapter 416 - 211. Outside the baby’s room stood Yu Qinglu.
Inside the ICU room, only a small wall lamp was on, and the brightness in the room was only slightly more than the endless night outside the window.Except for Nan Wan lying on the hospital bed, there was no one else in the room. Mu Jin Huan was not there, but the light in the bathroom was on.
Nan Ze did not push the door open; he withdrew his hand holding the doorknob and placed it in his suit pants pocket, standing tall and straight before the door.
His sharply defined features dissolved the day’s gloom at this moment, and those deep sea-like eyes showed rare softness.
His sister seemed to have just woken up; her exhausted strength had not recovered, her eyes opened, closed, and opened again, continuously repeating.
The bathroom light in the hospital room dimmed, and when Nan Ze saw Mu Jin Huan stepping out in black leather shoes, he averted his gaze, turned, and walked toward the nursery.
Long legs crossed, lips pressed tightly into a line, the just-cleared dark eyes rolled back into obscurity, revealing a thin layer of darkness.
Lu Li...
If Wanwan finds out about Lu Li, she will definitely be very upset.
No one can deny that in her heart, Lu Li is irreplaceable by anyone, even with Mu Jin Huan, the place belonging to Lu Li is still there.
Since her innocent teenage years, with each passing day, an indelible mark was imprinted.
Many years ago, beside the Nan Family villa, there was a sycamore tree as thick as two people, right outside his sister’s bedroom window. At that time, he frequently returned home late at night, and after getting out of the car, he would always see the young man in white sitting on the branch.
The young man would throw candy through the window while speaking childish things that seemed naïve at his age.
Every time this happened, he would soften his footsteps and enter the house through the side door.
When he went upstairs, carefully pushing open his sister’s room door, he would find that the princess who was afraid to sleep alone had already fallen asleep.
Wanwan’s pure and simple affection and her nervous and uneasy initial romantic feelings all belonged to Lu Li.
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The nurse caring for the baby was explaining the baby’s physical condition to Shen Zhimei, while Jiashu sat on the long bench in the corridor, arms folded, head drooping, immersed in uncontrollable sadness.
Nan Ze stopped in front of the bench, frowned, and asked, "What’s wrong?"
What is a boy doing causing such a fuss for no reason?
The baby Jia Shu, head lowered and mouth frowning in grievance, said, "Mom said I was even uglier than my little brother when I was little!"
Newborn babies are always wrinkled; how good looking can they be? But a four-year-old certainly doesn’t understand this, just immersed in the sadness of ’if Qingqing knew, she definitely wouldn’t like him anymore.’
Nan Ze didn’t want his son to grow up to be a spoiled heir steeped in privilege; therefore, he wouldn’t coddle him in this insignificant situation.
With a rough hand, he rubbed Jia Shu’s head, saying with a straight face, "Don’t be upset, you’ll be even uglier in the future."
Jia Shu, "..."
Seek to understand the shadow area in Jia Shu’s heart after being double-clicked.
After chatting with the nurse, Shen Zhimei gently and softly placated him, spending ten minutes calming her son’s wounded spirit. Jia Shu’s scrunched-up little face cleared, and he climbed on the glass, looking at the little baby in the incubator, his mouth opening and closing, saying words no one knew.
Held in her husband’s arms, Shen Zhimei’s previously hidden worry reemerged between gentle brows, and she whispered, "How is Wanwan?"
Nan Ze raised a hand to tuck loose strands of hair behind her ear, his voice gentle, "She just woke up. Let’s go ask the doctor about the situation first."
Hearing this, Shen Zhimei finally breathed a sigh of relief.
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Mu Jin Huan came out of the bathroom and walked to the window, preparing to draw the curtains, yet halfway through, his hand suddenly paused.
Did he, did he just see something...
Wanting to turn back and confirm, he was afraid it was just in vain.
Yes, he was fearful.
It took several minutes, his arm becoming stiff, before he turned around.
His gaze slowly moved from the foot to the head of the bed, chin, lips, nose bridge, and then... those eyes.
The deep dark eyes held a flicker of laughter; he strode back to the bedside, bent down, and his palm cradled the curve of the woman’s chin, softly caressing her cheek with warm fingers.
He clumsily kissed the corner of her lips, intertwining breaths with hers, inseparable, his low voice filled with barely-contained delight, "Woke up?"