Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 486 - 453: Jun, You Leng Sheng: He’s My Son 3
"I’m a pathetic wretch that nobody wants, I’m an orphan!"
"He’s not my dad, he’s not a liar, I hate him, I hate him!"
"I hate grandma and grandpa, I hate her!"
"..."
Nanny Xu watched as Huo Tinghao grew more and more agitated, his small body already showing signs of convulsions, his whole being teetering on the brink of collapse, instantly causing her to panic. She couldn’t care about much else and ran towards him.
"I hate them! I hate them!"
"Hao Hao, what’s wrong with you? So late last night, when the young master asked me to take you to him, what exactly happened?" Nanny Xu held the upset Hao Hao with pain in her heart, tears streaming down.
Huo Tinghao seemed to have lost his sanity, struggling fiercely in Nanny Xu’s arms, baring his tiger teeth, shouting aggressively, "Let me go, let me go, I want to find her, I want to find her, let me go, let me go..."
"Hao Hao." Nanny Xu used almost all her strength to hold Huo Tinghao, just barely preventing him from breaking free.
She didn’t expect, that the seemingly skinny little boy would have such great strength.
The highly agitated Huo Tinghao was finally calmed down with the help of a nurse, who administered a sedative, and he eventually fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing the mess all over the floor, the nurse was quite troubled.
Feeling guilty, Nanny Xu helped the nurse clean up.
Once it was all tidied up, Nanny Xu, red-eyed, sat by Hao Hao’s hospital bed, watching the little one clutching tiny fists even in his sleep, tears fell again.
From the moment she received a call from someone rushing to the hospital room until now, that person had never appeared.
Nanny Xu held Huo Tinghao’s small hand, wiping her tears as she said hoarsely, "Poor child."
Since waking up in the morning, Jian Liangtong had not fallen asleep again, but she lay on the hospital bed with her eyes never opening.
It wasn’t until three-thirty in the afternoon that Jian Liangtong lifted her eyes, gently turning them to gaze at Huo Shaojun, who had been sitting by her bedside the entire time, "Please call the nurse for me."
Huo Shaojun’s cold eyes moved slightly, leaning forward to press the button on the wall by the bed.
Soon, a nurse knocked and came in, asking, "Is there anything you need help with?"
Huo Shaojun stared at Jian Liangtong.
Jian Liangtong looked at the infusion needle on the back of her left hand, "Could you please help me remove it?"
Although Jian Liangtong wanted to remove it herself, with someone present, it wouldn’t be that easy.
The nurse was startled, glancing at the infusion bag, "But there’s still a lot left to infuse."
"I have something to do, I’ll continue infusing when I get back," Jian Liangtong said.
"This..." The nurse hesitantly looked at Huo Shaojun.
Huo Shaojun didn’t look at the nurse, his eyes glued to Jian Liangtong.
But Jian Liangtong was looking at the nurse, seemingly unaware of Huo Shaojun’s gaze on her, "Nurse, please."
The nurse pursed her lips, suggesting, "Miss, could you finish the infusion first before attending to your matters?"
"I’m afraid I can’t," Jian Liangtong said.
"... Alright then," the nurse had no choice but to step forward, pressing a cotton swab soaked with medication near the needle’s insertion point, and removed the infusion needle.
After the nurse left, Jian Liangtong got off the bed, picked up her clothes, and headed to the bathroom.
Huo Shaojun’s gaze followed Jian Liangtong’s back intently, not uttering a single word from start to finish.
In the bathroom, Jian Liangtong changed clothes, stood before the mirror, and seeing her face no longer as pale as it was in the morning, she turned on the tap, scooped water to splash on her face, then exited the bathroom.
Leaving the bathroom, Jian Liangtong did not glance at Huo Shaojun, who remained in the same position, unmoving in the chair, and walked towards the door.
Watching Jian Liangtong open the door and leave, Huo Shaojun did not interfere, he was like a stone sculpture, seemingly merged with the chair.
Jian Liangtong went to the general ward to see Jian Ningfeng again.
Seeing Jian Liangtong this time, both Jian Ningfeng and He Xinyun felt a bit uneasy, but her complexion was much better than in the morning, putting He Xinyun at slight ease.
Returning from the general ward to the VIP ward building, Jian Liangtong did not return to her own ward but instead went to the nurses’ station.
"Is there anything you need?" A nurse asked, looking at Jian Liangtong.
A hint of confusion passed in Jian Liangtong’s almond eyes as she stared at the nurse for a while before nodding, "I’m looking for someone."
"Who are you looking for?" The nurse asked.
"Could you help me check, he’s called Jian Chenghao." As she uttered the name, Jian Liangtong’s hands suddenly clenched at her sides.
"Jian Chenghao? Please wait, I’ll check."
"Alright." Jian Liangtong lowered her gaze, her face appearing calm, but the eyes hidden beneath her long lashes were anxious and heavy.
"Miss, you might be looking at the wrong hospital, there’s no one named Jian Chenghao in the VIP ward," the nurse said, looking at Jian Liangtong oddly.
"No?" Jian Liangtong’s voice was very soft.
The nurse pursed her lips and checked again, but still found nothing.
Jian Liangtong bowed her head in thought, then looked up at the nurse, "Could you please check if there’s a six-year-old boy with the surname Huo?"
"Surname Huo?" The nurse looked at Jian Liangtong.
Jian Liangtong lightly pressed her lips together and nodded.
The nurse glanced Jian Liangtong up and down, possibly considering that Jian Liangtong didn’t seem like someone abnormal or with ill intentions, and decided to check again for her.
"There is a six-year-old boy named Huo Tinghao, is that who you’re looking for?" The nurse asked, looking up at Jian Liangtong.
Huo Tinghao...
Jian Liangtong’s fingertips curled, her eyes already bloodshot, nodded, and said hoarsely, "Can you tell me which ward he is in?"
The nurse stared at Jian Liangtong’s dry red eyes, her brow twitched, exchanged glances with the other nurses, and hesitated, "What is your relationship with this boy?"
Jian Liangtong stared straight at the nurse, as if a crimson liquid might fall from her eyes at any moment. She said, "He’s my son."
Son?
The nurse froze, then asked strangely, "Since he’s your son, how could you not know his name?"
Facing the nurse’s wary and surprised gaze, Jian Liangtong was unexpectedly speechless.
"He’s in ward 302."
Just as Jian Liangtong was at a loss on how to explain, the nurse who had previously fetched a syringe for her walked over, tugged at the nurse, and spoke to Jian Liangtong.
Jian Liangtong moved her lips, tightly clutching her hands, looked at the nurse, "Thank you."
The nurse shook her head at her.
Jian Liangtong turned around and headed towards the elevator.
"Why did you tell her?"
"What do you know? She was brought into the hospital together with the kid in ward 302."
"But she didn’t even know the child’s name. What if she has malicious intentions?"
"Impossible."
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, don’t worry, she’s not a bad person."
"This is a VIP ward. Every patient inside is either rich or noble. If something happens, who will bear the responsibility?"
"She’s also a VIP ward patient!"
"..."
The elevator doors slowly closed in front of Jian Liangtong, isolating all external sounds.
Jian Liangtong stood in the elevator, her hands twisted at her abdomen, her face reflected in the shiny elevator wall, snow-white and tense.
Ding—
The elevator quickly arrived at the third floor.
Jian Liangtong tightened her fingertips, walked out without giving herself time to hesitate or retreat, and resolutely headed towards ward 302.
Arriving at the ward door, Jian Liangtong decisively raised her hand to knock, but upon seeing Huo Tinghao lying inside, thin as a piece of paper through the transparent frosted glass, all the strength in Jian Liangtong’s body was drained in an instant, not a drop left.
She dared not knock on the door, nor did she have the face to see him.
No matter the reason, she forgot her own flesh and blood, leaving him to live alone without reliance beside a father who did not love him for a year. All the helplessness, confusion, and fear he endured during this year were caused by her!
It was her, as his mother, who wasn’t strong enough, her, as his mother, who failed to fulfill her responsibility.
Jian Liangtong hated herself at no other time more than now, hated her weakness, hated her selfishness!
Jian Liangtong turned around, leaning weakly against the wall outside the ward.
Tears swirled in her eyes, a dense assault of self-blame, defeat, and loathing permeating every part of her senses.
Hao Hao had been mature and silent compared to kids his age since he became aware of his surroundings.
Additionally, her recurring illness in those years deeply affected him.
Her friend Jin Jumo once spoke to her, suspecting Hao Hao might have mild depression.
Hao Hao was very wary of people, strongly resistant to outsiders.
Before their separation, there were few he completely trusted.
Her, Jin Jumo, and Xixi and Hanhan were the only ones.
In the country, Xixi and Hanhan were there with him, but during that year in the UK, it was almost just him alone.
She went to work, accompanied artists for publicity, filmed, attended press conferences, so busy that when she was exhausted and fell dead asleep, Hao Hao was still alone.
In terms of life, it wasn’t so much her taking care of Hao Hao as it was Hao Hao accommodating and tolerating his capricious mother.
Jian Liangtong rubbed her left chest with one hand, continuously breathing, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."
Jian Liangtong murmured hoarsely, her scarlet eyes flooding with transparent tears.
She was sorry to her child, to her parents, to her worried friends.
Because, because of so-called love, she kept hurting her closest family and friends.
Enough, really, enough!
Jian Liangtong didn’t know how long she stood outside the door, leaning against the wall, no longer shedding tears, only with some swollen eyes, her crystal apricot eyes seemed filled with clear water, moist.
A shadow enveloped her like a black curtain spreading from above, and the sight of long, slender legs appeared before her.
Jian Liangtong’s long lashes hung with fractured dew slowly lifted, her eyes devoid of any emotion, gazing at the man’s handsome, profound face in front of her.
Huo Shaojun hung his cold eyes, each gaze falling on Jian Liangtong’s face seemed deep and lingering as if seeing her for the last time.
