Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 372 - 370: Your Dad Died?

Hmph, this man really looks down on people!

But I can’t blame him for keeping a tight leash.

With such a large sum of compensation money at stake, I would be afraid of someone running away too.

Jiayi, seeing that Zaizai was still sobbing, didn’t have the leisure to deal with him and softly comforted, "Zaizai, be good. Once we’re done with the injection, we can go home."

Zaizai hadn’t forgotten about the shot scheduled for tomorrow and continued to cry silently, "Mommy, let’s just forget it for today, okay? I don’t want to get a shot tomorrow."

"No, we must listen to the doctor. The injection has already been prepared. How can we not go through with it? Even Grandpa Doctor said your illness is very serious," Jiayi gently persuaded.

"No, I don’t want the shot." Zaizai started to fuss in Mommy’s arms.

"What kind of man sobs and whines like that? If you don’t want an injection, then you shouldn’t get sick!"

Huo Zhenyang scolded in a low voice, filled with authority.

Zaizai’s tears stopped in their tracks. He paused, and finally stopped crying. Rolling back into Jiayi’s arms like a meatball, he whispered, "Mommy, the bad uncle’s voice is so loud, it’s scary."

Seeing that Zaizai was no longer causing a fuss, Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing that he was frightened, she felt a twinge of pity. Like always, she sweetly coaxed her son, "It’s okay. Mommy is here. No one dares to bully you. With Mommy here, nothing bad will happen to Zaizai. Mommy will protect you, okay?"

Huo Zhenyang sneered, unable to resist shattering this little woman’s fairytale world, "He’s a boy. Shouldn’t you be telling him that this is a world where only the strong survive? No one can depend on anyone else for a lifetime. The only person who can always protect oneself is oneself. Teaching the child this way, you will only raise him to be a coward who can’t handle any setbacks and relies on others."

Jiayi was really fed up with this man. She finally turned her head, "Mr. Huo, my Zaizai is only three and a half years old! Do you think he’s an adult? Do you have to be so bloody and naked with your words?!"

"So what if he’s three and a half? Three to four years old is the stage where personality is formed. If a correct mindset is not established at this time, it will be hard to correct later. I thought your son was quite smart, but now, I really pity your son for having a mother like you."

Jiayi was incensed. This man, time and again, challenged the dignity of her motherhood in front of Zaizai. What did he mean by that?

The child was hers, what right did he have to tell her how to raise her child?!

"Mr. Huo, do you have children? Have you ever bathed a child? Changed a diaper? Fed them a bottle? Have you ever spent even a day with a small child? If not, please don’t pose as a parenting expert and criticize me in front of me!"

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While Mommy and the bad uncle were arguing, the little meatball in the middle finally raised his head weakly, "Don’t argue anymore, my head is hurting from your shouting."

Only then did Jiayi hurriedly fall silent, hugging Zaizai tightly and no longer speaking to that man. She even managed to give him a fierce glare, signaling him not to upset Xiaobao further.

As time slowly passed with the IV drip, Zaizai lay in Mommy’s arms, forgetting the pain.

It was getting late and there was still half a bottle left to finish.

In the infusion room, the other parents had taken out food they had prepared in advance for their children and started feeding the little ones.

Zaizai saw children around his age being accompanied by both their daddies and mommies. His large eyes flickered for a moment before he quickly looked away, pretending he hadn’t seen.

Since he was little, he had been good at taking care of himself because getting sick meant hospital visits and shots.

When getting shots, other children had their daddies to take care of them, but he only had his mommy and grandma. His mommy and grandma were women and didn’t have the strength of other men, so Zaizai was very worried about them getting too tired.

Although it was just a fleeting change in Zaizai’s expression, Zhenyang caught it in his eyes and his gaze narrowed slightly.

Is Little Meatball really only three and a half years old?

Jiayi also noticed that it was almost time for dinner.

She had rushed to the hospital today without even preparing food, and she was afraid Zaizai would be hungry, "Mommy will go buy you something to eat, okay?"

Zaizai was not very hungry, as he had not yet digested the snacks the receptionist at Yundu Building had given to him.

But after glancing at Bad Uncle next to him, Zaizai blinked his eyelashes and nodded, "Mhm."

Jiayi placed Zaizai on the seat, stood up, but then remembered something, the same old problem, no money.

She sheepishly looked towards Huo Zhenyang, biting her lower lip.

Huo Zhenyang, of course, knew what she was about to do and scoffed, taking out a black wallet.

"Don’t take too much, just give me ten yuan, that’s fine. I’ll just buy Xiaobao a bottle of milk, he can’t eat anything else now. I’ll include it when I return the medical fees," she said, not wanting to be any more indebted to him.

He pulled out a large bill, dangling it in midair, "I don’t have ten yuan, this is the smallest I have, take it or leave it."

Seeing that he was getting a bit upset, Jiayi quickly snatched the hundred yuan and hurried out of the infusion room.

Seeing Mommy leave, Zaizai fluttered his thick long eyelashes, his dark eyes gleaming. He spoke politely, "Uncle."

Huo Zhenyang was somewhat surprised that the kid would actually call him so respectfully, a glint in his eyes as he looked toward the chubby little figure beside him.

"Will Uncle really make Mommy pay?" Zaizai pursed his lips.

Heh, so the little woman was left out so that he would play the sympathy card, huh? He knew this chubby kid was full of schemes.

Huo Zhenyang’s tone was very decisive, leaving no room for discussion, "Of course, she has to pay. Everyone has to be responsible for their actions. You’re not old enough to take responsibility, so naturally, your guardian should."

Zaizai gripped his chubby fists, his voice even more pitiful, "We don’t have that much money at home."

"Being poor is not an excuse for making mistakes. If your mommy doesn’t have money, she can go find your daddy. Even if your parents are divorced, your daddy still has to take responsibility for you."

Zaizai’s mouth could have hung a soy sauce bottle, "I don’t have a daddy."

Huo Zhenyang’s expression darkened, "Your dad is dead?"

Zaizai shook his head, "I don’t know, I’ve never met my daddy."

Huo Zhenyang’s expression tightened slightly, so the woman might be a case of pregnancy before marriage?

At this moment, Jiayi came back from the hospital’s supermarket with milk and cake, "Zaizai, look what Mommy bought for you..."

Before she could finish, seeing her son’s wrinkled little face, she was startled and reflexively looked at Huo Zhenyang, "What did you do to my Zaizai again?"

Huo Zhenyang, who was indeed encountering such an overprotective woman for the first time, spoke coldly, "I didn’t do anything to the little fatty. On the contrary, your son told me that you don’t have a man, and he feels very sorry for you, begging me not to make you compensate."

Jiayi’s face flushed red, she glanced down at Zaizai, then lifted her head and took a deep breath, "Don’t worry, you do not have to pity me, I will find a way to compensate!"

"Who said I pity you? Don’t flatter yourself. Being poor is not an excuse; compensation must still be paid," he said sarcastically.