Xiao Yaojing’s way of loving someone was indeed special.
When Gu Juexi came in, Ye Yuwei was just putting down her phone. “Who were you calling?” Gu Juexi put down his phone and made his way to the other side of the bed. He sat down, gingerly carried his daughter and laid her down beside him.
Ye Yuwei resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
“Yaojing sprained her ankle, so I was asking her what happened,” Ye Yuwei replied and pushed his hand away in disgust, not allowing him to touch his own son. Carefully, she moved their son to her side.
Gu Juexi harrumphed as he retracted his hand. “She has Wentao to take care of her sprained ankle, what is there for you to worry about?”
“If you didn’t have PA Wen by your side all these years, who knows how many times you would have died. Does having another person care for her mean that there’s no need for me to worry or even ask how she is?” Ye Yuwei laid on her side and gently patted the son who had just been disturbed, “don’t you understand human compassion?”
“You people are just hypocrites,” Gu Juexi scoffed as he laid in bed, looking up at the ceiling.
Ye Yuwei had no desire to continue talking to him, lest he infuriate her to death. “Right, because your life is the epitome of extraordinary integrity,” Ye Yuwei sneered, then reached out and turned off the lights, intending to go to sleep.
Gu Juexi had no idea that she was ridiculing him and just continued staring at the black lacquered ceiling. He had been waiting for that person to execute their next move, but there hadn’t been any news at all. His father had yet to make his move too.
It was as if those people had suddenly vanished into thin air.
“Hey—” Gu Juexi was still immersed in his thoughts when little Xixi suddenly woke up beside him with a start. She climbed onto his chest, looking slightly perplexed.
Ye Yuwei did not turn on the light. Gu Juexi instantly shifted his gaze towards his daughter’s small form on his chest.
The little girl turned to look around her, then buried herself in Gu Juexi’s embrace, “it’s hot…Xixi feels hot—”
Gu Juexi touched her forehead that was already drenched in sweat. Despite it being midsummer, she should not have been sweating to this degree. Gu Juexi reached out and touched Ye Xicheng–the little boy was sleeping soundly without even a single bead of sweat on him.
Gu Juexi hurriedly carried Xixi and got up, Ye Yuwei trailing behind him. She did not turn on the lights for fear of waking Ye Xicheng, so she felt her way in the dark as she followed Gu Juexi out.
Apparently Master Yao Lao had yet to sleep since the lights in her room were still switched on.
When they entered, Xixi’s pajamas were already drenched in sweat and her cheeks were flushed.
“Master Yao Lao.” Ye Yuwei anxiously looked at Master Yao Lao as she checked Xixi’s condition.
Xixi kept murmuring that it was hot so Gu Juexi took Master Yao Lao’s fan from the table and began fanning his little girl. “What’s happening? She was fine just earlier.”
When Master Yao Lao took Xixi’s pulse, her expression became troubled. She had never seen a child with such an illness live past the age of six, and usually an attack around this time was a sign that their condition had worsened.
Master Yao Lao instantly asked Ye Yuwei to retrieve her acupuncture needles for her. Ye Yuwei’s body was trembling and when she heard Master Yao Lao’s request, she stumbled before hastily turning around to retrieve the acupuncture needles.
Once Ye Yuwei had left, Master Yao Lao lifted her gaze to meet Gu Juexi’s. “This child is suffering an attack of her illness prematurely–I can’t guarantee that I will be able to keep her alive.”
Gu Juexi’s arms shook, and the fan in his hand nearly fell to the floor. Gu Juexi felt his head spin and after a moment, he forced rational thinking back into his brain. “What you are saying is–”
Xiao Yaojing’s way of loving someone was indeed special.
When Gu Juexi came in, Ye Yuwei was just putting down her phone. “Who were you calling?” Gu Juexi put down his phone and made his way to the other side of the bed. He sat down, gingerly carried his daughter and laid her down beside him.
Ye Yuwei resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
“Yaojing sprained her ankle, so I was asking her what happened,” Ye Yuwei replied and pushed his hand away in disgust, not allowing him to touch his own son. Carefully, she moved their son to her side.
Gu Juexi harrumphed as he retracted his hand. “She has Wentao to take care of her sprained ankle, what is there for you to worry about?”
“If you didn’t have PA Wen by your side all these years, who knows how many times you would have died. Does having another person care for her mean that there’s no need for me to worry or even ask how she is?” Ye Yuwei laid on her side and gently patted the son who had just been disturbed, “don’t you understand human compassion?”
“You people are just hypocrites,” Gu Juexi scoffed as he laid in bed, looking up at the ceiling.
Ye Yuwei had no desire to continue talking to him, lest he infuriate her to death. “Right, because your life is the epitome of extraordinary integrity,” Ye Yuwei sneered, then reached out and turned off the lights, intending to go to sleep.
Gu Juexi had no idea that she was ridiculing him and just continued staring at the black lacquered ceiling. He had been waiting for that person to execute their next move, but there hadn’t been any news at all. His father had yet to make his move too.
It was as if those people had suddenly vanished into thin air.
“Hey—” Gu Juexi was still immersed in his thoughts when little Xixi suddenly woke up beside him with a start. She climbed onto his chest, looking slightly perplexed.
Ye Yuwei did not turn on the light. Gu Juexi instantly shifted his gaze towards his daughter’s small form on his chest.
The little girl turned to look around her, then buried herself in Gu Juexi’s embrace, “it’s hot…Xixi feels hot—”
Gu Juexi touched her forehead that was already drenched in sweat. Despite it being midsummer, she should not have been sweating to this degree. Gu Juexi reached out and touched Ye Xicheng–the little boy was sleeping soundly without even a single bead of sweat on him.
Gu Juexi hurriedly carried Xixi and got up, Ye Yuwei trailing behind him. She did not turn on the lights for fear of waking Ye Xicheng, so she felt her way in the dark as she followed Gu Juexi out.
Apparently Master Yao Lao had yet to sleep since the lights in her room were still switched on.
When they entered, Xixi’s pajamas were already drenched in sweat and her cheeks were flushed.
“Master Yao Lao.” Ye Yuwei anxiously looked at Master Yao Lao as she checked Xixi’s condition.
Xixi kept murmuring that it was hot so Gu Juexi took Master Yao Lao’s fan from the table and began fanning his little girl. “What’s happening? She was fine just earlier.”
When Master Yao Lao took Xixi’s pulse, her expression became troubled. She had never seen a child with such an illness live past the age of six, and usually an attack around this time was a sign that their condition had worsened.
Master Yao Lao instantly asked Ye Yuwei to retrieve her acupuncture needles for her. Ye Yuwei’s body was trembling and when she heard Master Yao Lao’s request, she stumbled before hastily turning around to retrieve the acupuncture needles.
Once Ye Yuwei had left, Master Yao Lao lifted her gaze to meet Gu Juexi’s. “This child is suffering an attack of her illness prematurely–I can’t guarantee that I will be able to keep her alive.”
Gu Juexi’s arms shook, and the fan in his hand nearly fell to the floor. Gu Juexi felt his head spin and after a moment, he forced rational thinking back into his brain. “What you are saying is–”
