Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife-Chapter 1212: Her Majesty the Empress (5)

"No need." Lingxin said again, "I’m getting discharged, he can’t just stay here and linger."

Grandma Gu listened to her eldest grandson and was equally speechless. If the second grandson is too mischievous, this eldest grandson is too mature, talking like an adult, which is sometimes unbearable.

"You all should leave now," Lingxin said, "Once no one is around, he won’t be able to keep pretending and will naturally come out obediently."

Grandma Gu sighed.

Ou Yanan seemed to be lost in thought.

The two adults eventually decided to trust Lingxin’s words and left the hospital room. After all, the twins would know each other best.

Because of this, as Grandma Gu walked out of the room, she unknowingly said to Ou Yanan, "We didn’t even know his brother was sick. His brother acted so calm and composed, we couldn’t tell at all. He noticed first."

Ou Yanan nodded.

Grandma Gu glanced at him quickly before withdrawing her gaze.

Ou Yanan didn’t miss that look, knowing she was reminded of her adopted son who looks exactly like Gu Sheng.

Once everyone left the room, Little Mingli indeed uncovered his little head from under the blanket, looked at his brother with teary eyes full of grievance, and said, "I wasn’t pretending. Why did brother say I was pretending?"

Lingxin snorted coldly, "And you call that not pretending? Obviously, you were scared to tears, little coward, afraid of being found out, right? That’s why you jumped to my bed with my blanket."

Little Mingli pouted his little mouth, crawled next to his brother, lay down, and blinked at the ceiling with his little eyes.

Lingxin knew that he had previously accompanied their mom to visit Rogers in prison, so he said, "You’ve seen the real person and yet you’re afraid of watching it on TV?"

Little Mingli turned over, looked at his twin brother’s cold profile, and gestured with his little hand, "That day, his gaze was so fierce. I even told mom not to see him at all."

"So what if you saw him? He’s fierce, so what?" Lingxin lazily glanced at his younger brother.

"You don’t know, his eyes said it all. I know even the police officers don’t know what he’s saying, but I know he’s saying that mom will end up like him—" At this point, Little Mingli’s eyes filled with tears again.

What a crybaby! Lingxin extended his finger to touch a real tear at the corner of his brother’s eye, curved his lips, and said, "Scared are you? Forgot what dad said? Why Superman isn’t afraid?"

Dad has always used comic books to educate the children, which in turn left a deep impression on them.

Little Mingli remembered, blinked, and sucked back his tears: "Dad said, Superman isn’t afraid because Superman never thinks that what others say is the end result."

Lingxin snorted with a smirk: Little crybaby, now you know where you were wrong.

Little Mingli tugged at his brother’s clothes and put it in front of his nose to sniff: "Brother smells nice."

So clingy! Lingxin pushed his brother’s little head away and said in a cool tone, "Don’t come at me with that; I’m not buying it."

Little Mingli, however, kept holding onto his sleeve: "I like brother, like brother—"

Lingxin had the urge to roll his eyes. This crybaby, let him cry himself to death alone. He got up and climbed out of bed.

Mingli grabbed the blanket he couldn’t pull away and put it up to his nose: "Brother’s scent—"

Lingxin gave him a direct eye roll and turned away to leave.

After walking a few steps, he looked back, and sure enough, that mischievous little rascal successfully occupied his bed and started snoring away in sleep.