vstars Chapter 494 Sorry Dad
Chapter 494 Sorry Dad
In the VIP ward of Renxin Hospital, warm white light pours down softly, enveloping the entire space in a peaceful yet slightly depressing atmosphere.
Xiao Yue was taking good care of Mu Xiaoji who was lying on the hospital bed. She had a focused look in her eyes, gently wrung out the towel in her hands, and gently wiped Mu Xiaoji's hands and feet.
Mu Xiaoji looked at Xiaoyue's busy figure, his eyes full of heartache and gratitude, and said softly: "Sister Xiaoyue, stop busying yourself, go over to the accompanying bed and take a rest!
How can I bear a sleepless night?" His voice was still a little weak, but it was filled with unquestionable concern.
Xiao Yue heard the voice, stopped what he was doing, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he responded softly:
"Master, I'm fine. You didn't wake up all night, and I stayed by your side. I felt at ease and slept for a while." Although her words were soft, they were full of loyalty and concern for Mu Xiaoji.
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the ward was slowly pushed open from the outside, making a slight "creaking" sound.
Jiang Shuo's small figure appeared at the door. He was wearing casual children's clothes and his hair was combed neatly, but there was a hint of nervousness and uneasiness in his eyes.
When Xiao Yue saw Jiang Shuo, she immediately smiled like a loving mother and asked affectionately, "Chou Bao, have you gone for breakfast?"
Jiang Shuo raised his head and looked at Xiao Yue, his eyes showing worry: "After eating mom, you have dark circles under your eyes. Did you stay up all night taking care of dad?"
As he spoke, he took small steps into the ward, his eyes occasionally glancing at Mu Xiaoji lying on the bed.
Xiao Yue gently touched Jiang Shuo's head lovingly and said, "I slept all night! How is little daddy?"
"I just fed him liquid food and helped him turn over." Jiang Shuo replied, with a hint of relief after exhaustion in his voice.
"How is Dad? Is he awake?" The moment he finished speaking, his gaze turned to Mu Xiaoji. The eyes of the father and son met in the air, and in an instant, a complex and awkward emotion intertwined and spread in the air.
Xiao Yue was keenly aware of the strange atmosphere. She smiled and held Jiang Shuo's shoulders, trying to break the awkwardness:
"Stinky baby, your dad woke up before dawn. Since you are so worried about him, just go over to him and check him carefully. Daddy has taught you so many things, and now they will come in handy!"
After hearing this, Jiang Shuo's small body trembled slightly. He looked at Xiao Yue for help, but his feet seemed to be nailed down and he could not take that heavy step.
His heart was filled with guilt and self-blame, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Xiao Yue encouraged again: "Go? Go and help Dad to check if there is any discomfort."
As she spoke, she gently pushed Jiang Shuo. With Xiao Yue's push, Jiang Shuo finally slowly came to the bedside.
He slowly stretched out his chubby little hand with a slight tremor and gently covered the back of Mu Xiaoji's hand where he was receiving an infusion. The cold touch on his hand made his heart suddenly tighten.
He lowered his head, his voice tearful, and whispered, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Dad... I was too willful, and it hurt you... It hurt you, and you lost a leg. I'm sorry..."
After saying this, he could no longer hold back his tears. Bean-sized tears slid down his cheeks, and deep guilt was written all over his young face.
In the ward, it was so quiet that one could hear the faint ticking sound of the instruments. Mu Xiaoji was half leaning on the bed, his face wrapped in snow-white gauze, his lips were cracked and chapped, and he looked so weak that he seemed like he could be blown down by a gust of wind.
He moved his dry throat slightly, and after much effort, he responded in a hoarse voice: "No, Jiang Shuo."
His voice was full of fatigue and guilt, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his heart.
"I am the one who should say sorry. You are right. You have the right to protect the ones you love."
Mu Xiaoji paused, and looked straight at Jiang Shuo, his eyes full of regret.
"It's me. I'm too self-righteous. I always want to protect you in my own way, but I fail to respect your ideas.
It was… it was Little Daddy who secretly made Mom give birth to you without my permission. This made me feel extremely insulted, as if my personality was trampled on and everything I insisted on was violated.
I was very angry. I was angry that he clearly loved me and knew that I couldn't leave him, but he left me like this for three years. "
At this point, his tears overflowed uncontrollably from his eyes, and his excitement made him cough violently.
He covered his chest with his hands and coughed hard, trying to relieve the discomfort in his heart and lungs as soon as possible.
Xiao Yue held his shoulders with concern and comforted him, "Master, please stop talking and take a rest. Come, drink some water to calm yourself down."
After saying that, Xiao Yue picked up the glass of water, put a straw in it and brought it to Mu Xiaoji's mouth. After he took a sip of water, he let out a long sigh and his violent coughing subsided.
He continued, “When I heard you mention that after you left for school, he sat on the balcony in a daze, my heart ached like a knife.
I don't know if it's because the sun on the balcony is especially warm that he likes it there. Ever since he first came back here, whenever he was wronged, he would quietly shrink on the balcony and lick his wounds.
It seemed that only the sunlight and the small space of the balcony could slowly heal his wounds. "
Xiao Yue reached out and took a tissue, and gently wiped his tears. He was also infected by Mu Xiaoji's emotions and burst into tears.
Jiang Shuo's little hand held the hand that was receiving the infusion, and tightened it, as if giving his father the greatest comfort in this silent way.
Mu Xiaoji said guiltily: "I am the one who should say sorry, he followed me regardless of everything to come to this time when I have no relatives, and he regarded me as my only relative.
I have said countless times that I must love him and protect him, but…” Mu Xiaoji choked up.
He calmed down and said, "But it was me who brought him all the pain. For me, he left hundreds of slaves behind, gave up his comfortable life as a young master, and returned to the modern world to save me who was on the brink of death."
“Don’t be afraid of the pain of your soul being torn apart from your body, let me return to my original body. For me, don’t care about your blindness, save grandma from the water.
It was because of me that my grandfather stabbed him in the heart; it was because of me that his hair turned white overnight. All the countless pains, one after another, were the disasters I brought to him. "
"I still misunderstood him and didn't trust him. I knew that grandma and the others were making things difficult for him and ostracizing him.
I even got angry with him, which made him so disheartened that he wrote down the sad and mournful words on a big rock in despair.
I disappeared by the sea for two years, and I thought that was the end of everything for us."
"As fate would have it, I eventually found him in the mountain landing machine. From the moment we met, I bit him to vent my grievances for the past two years.
Because he was protecting me, he fell from the 16th floor, injured his spine and couldn't stand up.
He finally recovered, but I misunderstood him because of Grandpa Guo’s car accident, which forced him to commit suicide by cutting his wrists in despair.
After finally graduating and returning home, your grandfather used his authority to talk to him and said he would give him anything he wanted as long as he was willing to leave me.
When they learned about my health condition, they had no choice but to force us to separate. They forced him to come up with a surrogacy method so that the Song family could continue to have children.
So... I didn't know you were born. So... Jiang Shuo, this is also the part I have never been able to explain to you.
I knew my grandfather had some conspiracy against me, but I never thought it was about surrogacy. It was not until my grandmother's birthday that I woke up from everyone's huge trap.
I was so angry at the time that I lost my mind and actually… I didn’t even find out the truth and angrily went to him to settle the score.”
Mu Xiaoji covered his excited and choking chest, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Xiao Yue nervously comforted him, "Master, please stop talking and take a rest!"
Mu Xiaoji seemed to have opened up a conversation box, and continued with tears pouring down his face, "In the past three years, you two, father and son, comforted each other, and it was such a happy time.
I killed you with my own stick, ending your happiness and my expectations."
Jiang Shuo wiped his tears while listening to his father's tales of the past.
"Take the matter concerning Little Daddy for example. I should have sat down and discussed it with you calmly, but I was so self-righteous that I decided not to let you get involved.
I have always felt that as a child, there is no need for you to get involved in adult matters, and I have behaved like a child should, just wanting to give you a wonderful childhood.
Unexpectedly, I ignored your feelings and didn't consider your emotions. I tried my best to protect you, but I hurt you inadvertently time and time again. "
Speaking of this, Mu Xiaoji's frail body made me feel sorry for him.
Jiang Shuo stood beside the bed, feeling mixed emotions at the moment. His little hand tightly grasped the hand holding the infusion, and his shoulders trembled slightly.
After listening to Mu Xiaoji's words, he slowly raised his head, with tears still on his face and his eyes red and swollen from crying.
"Dad, please stop talking." Jiang Shuo looked at Mu Xiaoji with tears in his eyes and said sincerely:
"Dad, this is really my fault. I was too willful and that caused such a disaster.
My little dad used to point at the dad in the painting every day and tell me that he was the dad and that my stinky baby should call him dad.
I was so looking forward to my father coming back to see me, and I really wanted to know if he loved me as much as my little dad did.
When I saw you treating Little Daddy violently, the image of him as a father that I had established in my mind collapsed.
It was also my paranoia that planted a deep sorrow and resentment in you. From then on, in my heart, there were only the many instructions from my little daddy, asking me to take good care of you for him, and the concept of father no longer existed.
Now that I understand the twists and turns of the matter, I misunderstood my father. I'm sorry."
Mu Xiaoji looked at his well-behaved and sensible son, raised his infusion hand with difficulty, gently touched Jiang Shuo's head, and tried to comfort him: "Silly child, don't say that."
Mu Xiaoji once again let out a long sigh and said regretfully: "Jiang Shuo, little daddy really can't wake up. Every time I'm sick, he can sense me and comfort me in my sea of consciousness.
He doesn't belong to this era, so even if I hadn't injured him that time, he would still be in a deep sleep."
Jiang Shuo stared with his big watery eyes, sniffed and understood the origin of the little daddy, and couldn't help but comfort him:
"Dad, please stop talking. Save your energy and get better as soon as possible. I will listen to you and go to school well from now on. I will never make you angry again."
He held Mu Xiaoji's hand tightly, as if he was cheering himself up, and as if he was making a promise to Mu Xiaoji.
Mu Xiaoji looked at Jiang Shuo, a weak smile appeared on his lips, and he nodded gently: "Okay, Dad believes you. We are all fine, and everything will be fine."