novelraw Chapter 504 - 236.
Chapter 504 - 236.
Dad is a very skilled doctor, he can cure any illness."Come back."
After she said that, she turned and ran towards the stairs, but was startled into a halt by a deep voice from behind.
What should I do? Uncle must be angry.
Her little pout quivered, trying hard not to cry.
The corner of his shirt was tugged by the woman beside him, and Mu Jin Huan realized that his tone was a bit harsh, though the mature and composed him would never lose his temper at a child who understood nothing.
However, the tangled mess in his chest couldn’t find a way out, he couldn’t control himself.
Tears welled up in her eyes, Qingqing fought them back, choked up she said, "Uncle, don’t be mad, I won’t go looking for Dad anymore."
She was only worried that the wound on Uncle’s forehead would hurt more. What if it got more serious if he didn’t see a doctor?
Mu Jin Huan took heavy steps, walked up to Qingqing, crouched down to meet her eye level.
He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Qingqing’s face, softening his tone, "I’m not going to scold you. I need to take a shower first, you go play over there, if you’re hungry, look for the maid in the kitchen."
Qingqing nodded like a pecking chick, "Okay."
Her cautious demeanor showed she was very afraid of doing something wrong again.
After going upstairs and back to the bedroom, Mu Jin Huan found some pajamas from the closet and was about to hold Nan Wan when she held his hand.
"Why don’t you check on Jiu Jiu and An Ge first? I’m not really hurt, I can wash myself."
Mu Jin Huan frowned, glancing down at the woman’s legs; though now covered by the dress, he had seen it outside the villa.
"Your knees are swollen, how is that not an injury?"
"I’ll avoid it," Nan Wan took the pajamas from his hand, using a negotiating tone, "I’m worried our son might have a fever, could you check on him?"
She wanted to rush to the nursery and hold her Jiu Jiu, but she was burdened with too much gloom and guilt to dare open that door.
Both looked at each other; in the end, it was Mu Jin Huan who compromised.
After finding the air-conditioning remote and setting a suitable temperature, he carried her to the sofa, gently kissing her lips, "Drink some milk first, I’ll help you wash when I get back."
The warmth of the glass passed to her palms, easing Nan Wan’s slightly numb fingers, she looked up at the man’s handsome face up close.
She curved her lips into a smile, obediently agreeing, "Alright."
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As Mu Jin Huan pushed the door open, Mu Jinqian was holding the energetic Pea, playing with her toys.
Jiu Jiu’s sleeping face was unnaturally red, his breathing seemed heavy.
Mu Jin Huan approached the crib, within his son’s deep gaze lay an abyss, he lowered his voice to ask, "Is he having a fever?"
The recognizable Pea held out her hands asking to be held, babbling cute sounds, Mu Jinqian helplessly stood up holding her, "The doctor just left, Jiu Jiu has taken his medicine. If he’s still feverish by tomorrow morning, make sure to take him to the hospital."
"Alright, thanks, big brother," Mu Jin Huan responded casually.
For the first time, when his daughter acted cute and spoiled, he didn’t immediately embrace her but kept all his focus on the sleeping Jiu Jiu instead.
His eyes slightly narrowed, the deep-set facial features unchanged, he was used to hiding emotions, even in front of his blood-related big brother.
Mu Jinqian, uncharacteristically solemn between his brows, tentatively asked, "...Nan Wan?"
He didn’t fully understand the situation; just from the faint smell of blood on Mu Jin Huan, he knew this wasn’t a minor issue.
A restless Jiu Jiu kicked the blanket, exposing his back to the air while turning over, he’s fevering, even in pajamas, sleeping like this would be bad for his health.
Instinctively, Mu Jin Huan bent over to cover his son with the thin blanket, but paused just centimeters away from the edge.
His large hand clenched into a fist, then slowly unclenched.
Standing up straight, he said to Mu Jinqian, "Qingqing is still waiting for you to eat dinner in the living room, Wanwan is a bit tired, we won’t be coming down."
Pea was still fussing, yet he didn’t reach out.
Noticing his subtle emotional changes, Mu Jinqian didn’t press for more regarding Nan Wan, using one hand to tuck Jiu Jiu back under the covers, "In that case, rest early. I’ll take Qingqing home."
"Okay."
Mu Jinqian held An Ge and went downstairs, turning back once at the door.
For reasons unknown, he suddenly felt as if Mu Jin Huan standing contemplatively by the crib had reverted back to the way he was when he first joined the Mu Family.
Indifferent and distant.
Mu Jinqian handed Pea over to Aunt Zhou, quietly holding his daughter to leave.
The atmosphere at home tonight was unusually heavy, even the maids unconsciously lowered their voices when speaking, "From how Mr. and Mrs. look, it doesn’t seem like they want to eat."
Aunt Zhou soothed Pea, wearing a worried and uneasy expression, "Go ahead and fry the last dish, Mr. wouldn’t let Mrs. go to sleep hungry."
Young Master Jiu Jiu was sent home unscathed by the police but cried himself hoarse, ending up with a fever.
What troubled her most was that when the couple entered just moments ago, although their clothes were spotless, she caught a faint whiff of blood, Mr.’s forehead injury had already been dealt with.
Then where did that bloody smell come from...
Aunt Zhou dared not dwell further, only after seeing Mu Jin Huan exit the nursery and return to the bedroom did she carry Pea upstairs.
...
Mu Jin Huan returned to the bedroom, noticing the person supposed to be sitting on the sofa wasn’t there, and the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Frowning, he pushed open the bathroom door.
The words he had intended to speak froze completely in his throat once he saw how red and swollen her hands were from scrubbing too hard.
How could he comfort her about something he couldn’t even forget?
Nan Wan’s cheeks were no longer bloodlessly pale but tinged with a rosy blush, not knowing if it was due to the steam or because of her shyness from being watched for so long.
She turned off the shower, casually pulling a nearby towel to cover her chest, explaining in a low voice, "You were gone a long time, I was all sticky and uncomfortable, I simply couldn’t stand it."
What fell into Mu Jin Huan’s eyes wasn’t that kind of beauty.
As if realizing where his gaze landed, she hid her swollen hands within the towel, her movements subtle and natural, as if only uneasy because he had walked into the bathroom without knocking.
The hidden pain in his heart surged back, or perhaps it had always been there, simply over these thirty minutes, some of his attention had been diverted by the ill Jiu Jiu, neglecting that thorn.
There seemed to be tumultuous waves, nearly suffocating him, but in the end, all he said was, "Mm, I was wrong."
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