Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife-Chapter 686: Lady Yan, what did you just call me?
Mu Jingheng restrained his excited emotions and watched as Yan Xinxin’s eyelids fluttered slightly. Soon, those bewildered and innocent large eyes entered his line of sight.
"Lady Yan... you’re awake."
Mu Jingheng quickly caught himself to avoid slipping up, for fear of making Yan Xinxin uneasy.
She had her reservations, and those reservations, as perceived by him as a father, brought both a sense of heartache and sorrow.
Thinking about the reason Yan Xinxin was admitted to the hospital, his heart ached even more.
"Lady Yan, how do you feel now? Is there anywhere that still feels uncomfortable?"
Seeing Yan Xinxin lightly blink her watery, crystal-clear eyes, Mu Jingheng asked with concern.
Yan Xinxin moved her bright, beautiful pupils around the room. Finally, her gaze settled on the face of Mu Jingheng, which bore a faint smile.
"Daddy..."
"..."
That one word shattered Mu Jingheng’s composure, leaving him frozen in place!
"Daddy, daddy, where is this place?"
Yan Xinxin blinked, her curious gaze scanning her surroundings.
Seeing Mu Jingheng frozen on the spot, she became even more curious, grabbing the blanket and sitting up with a whoosh.
"Daddy, daddy, why aren’t you moving? Where is Yuan right now?"
Her innocent and naive tone carried a hint of childlike simplicity, making Mu Jingheng’s heart race uncontrollably.
He abruptly snapped back to reality, staring in astonishment at Yan Xinxin sitting on the hospital bed, looking at him with wide-eyed innocence and smiling.
"Lady Yan, what did you just call me? Are you... are you aware of what you’re saying?"
"Huh?"
Yan Xinxin tilted her head slightly, unable to comprehend Mu Jingheng’s words, her soft eyebrows furrowed.
"Daddy, where is Brother Xi? What about Mom and my brother?"
She continued to ask, a hint of worry and unease flashing in her beautiful eyes.
"Earlier, Yuan saw Mom and my brother—they looked so angry. They were arguing with Brother Xi."
As she spoke, she shook her head vigorously like a rattling toy.
"Don’t argue, don’t argue! Yuan wants to see Mom, my brother, and Brother Xi smile."
"..."
Mu Jingheng grew increasingly confused the more he listened, his anxiety mounting by the second.
Could it be...
Did Yuan’s heart condition this time affect her brain as well?
Has it caused... some sort of cognitive regression? Has she reverted to the intellectual state of her childhood?
Mu Jingheng didn’t dare speculate further, nor did he want to. As he considered calling over a doctor to confirm, Yan Xinxin unexpectedly got out of bed and walked to the window.
"Wow..."
She exclaimed in awe as she gazed outside through the window.
Mu Jingheng quickly walked over.
"Yuan, what’s wrong?"
"Daddy, daddy, look! An airplane!"
She stretched out her finger, pointing toward the azure sky. With her other hand, she lightly tugged at Mu Jingheng’s broad palm.
"An airplane! It’s a big airplane! Brother Xi said that when Yuan grows up, he’ll take me on an airplane ride!"
Listening to her innocent, pure words, Mu Jingheng’s eyes suddenly grew misty.
His Yuan... since the accident at six years old, every step she’s taken since has been fraught with hardship.
Yet he never imagined that, even now, she would still have to endure such torment from her illness.
A heart condition is already a serious issue, and now even her cognitive state...
But he didn’t know whether he should consider this a blessing in disguise. At least—at least he finally heard it. He finally heard the long-awaited word he had dreamed of: "Daddy!"
"Daddy, daddy, where is Brother Xi?"
Yan Xinxin turned her face—still delicate yet slightly pale—toward Mu Jingheng.
"Daddy, you’re crying, aren’t you?"
"No, no!"
Mu Jingheng laughed as he raised his hand to wipe away the moisture at the corner of his eye.
"Daddy’s not crying, I’m happy!"
"Happy? You even cry when you’re happy? But Yuan only knows how to laugh!"
As she spoke, she lifted her face into an innocent smile toward Mu Jingheng.
Mu Jingheng couldn’t help but raise his hand to tousle her hair, his gaze filled with the same tender love as he had when she was young.
"Silly girl..."
He smiled through tears, his trembling voice just trailing off as his phone suddenly rang.
"Dad! Why aren’t you here yet? Where exactly are you right now?"
Mu Shaoqian’s impatient and urgent voice carried through the phone.
Mu Jingheng frowned, lifting his gaze toward the door to the hospital room. Mu Shaoqian’s voice sounded so close.
"Dad!"
