C102 His Gentleness
C102 His Gentleness
This was the first time he had seen her like this.
Like a wounded kitten waiting for rescue, it stabbed the softest part of his heart.
He strode forward, picked up the little milk bag, and quickly rushed upstairs. He shouted, "Call a doctor for me right now!"
It was already at this time. The servants were dozing off. They were immediately energized by Shaang Weiyuan's shout and became a swarm of bees.
When the doctor came, the little milk bag had not woken up yet. The pink little mouth kept muttering, "Mommy... Daddy..."
The milk voice was so childish that Ruan Mizheng could not hold it in. She covered her mouth and cried.
Temperature: 39 degrees. 2 degrees.
Ruan Mizheng's entire body went limp in Shaang Weiyuan's arms.
This made her think that four years ago, after she gave birth to the child, she did not have time to work for too long and went to work everywhere.
The child was entrusted to the neighbor next door to take care of it.
Later, the child had a fever, which was about the same temperature. When she was sent to the hospital, the doctor scolded her harshly and said that if she came a little later, she would have been burnt to pharyngitis.
When Ruan Mizheng felt that the sky was falling, she especially blamed herself from then on. Later on, she did not work so hard and could only accompany the child as much as she could.
Later on, by chance, she participated in the design competition in Paris. After showing herself, she did not gain much fame.
She took care of her children while teaching the local students. The only income she had allowed her and her children to only fill their stomachs.
She was not willing to give up. She was passionate about designing and would not give up even if she died.
Then, her design finally won the grand prize. Countless companies threw olive branches at her.
She finally made a name for herself and gave her son the best living environment.
"My son will be fine" Shaang Weiyuan's deep voice held her in his arms, trying his best to comfort her.
She was trembling and crying. This was the first time he felt that a woman crying would make his heart tighten.
That kind of feeling was almost suffocating.
Feeling Shaang Weiyuan's comforting, Ruan Mizheng nodded and recovered some calmness.
"Don't cry." It was rare that Shaang Weiyuan did not lose his temper. He even very gently wiped away the tears on her face. His voice was so soft that it could squeeze out water.
Ruan Mizheng sniffled. Her face was a little red because of his gentleness. She shifted her gaze.
The little milk bag was still unconscious. It was pricked with needles and a hanging bottle.
She walked forward and covered his forehead with her hand. It was still hot.
"If he didn't swim, he wouldn't have a fever" Ruan Mizheng clenched her fists.
Sheng Yuexuan, wait until you wake up and see how I'll spank your butt.
"When I'm not around, you take care of him by yourself?"
Shaang Weiyuan sat beside her. His tall body was curled up there, somewhat squeezed.
"Yes." Ruan Mizheng stared at the little milk bag on the bed. Her thoughts were pulled far away.
She did not turn her head easily. Shaang Weiyuan sat beside her and looked at her vaguely.
In those eyes, sparks were burning and there seemed to be... heartache?
They just looked at each other without saying anything.
His eyes were always so hot that anyone who looked at him would be attracted and unable to escape.
Ruan Mizheng was the first to lose and lowered her head.
Damn it... A familiar heartbeat.
Unknowingly, the lights in the hall dimmed. The hanging bottle was not finished yet, but the temperature of the little milk bag had already dropped and he finally slept a little more peacefully.
Ruan Mizheng let out a sigh of relief, but she was still worried.
"Go to sleep. I will look after him."
Shaang Weiyuan suddenly said.
Ruan Mizheng shook her head. "In the past when he was sick, I was always by his side. If I go to sleep now, he will be sad if he does not see me when he wakes up."
Shaang Weiyuan closed his eyes and his expression changed.
This stinky brat was torturing his woman like this.
He immediately picked Ruan Mizheng up and walked upstairs.
"Hey!"
Ruan Mizheng felt that her body was in the air. She screamed and realized that her voice was loud. She hurriedly covered her mouth and struggled. She lowered her voice and said, "Quickly put me down!"
He was indifferent and pretended not to hear.
"Put me down!" Ruan Mizheng hammered his chest and her tone was somewhat reproachful.
Even she did not notice the coquettish manner.
"Put me down, Shaang Weiyuan! Even if I go up to sleep, I will not sleep either. I can't rest assured about him!"
"Then between me and my son, which is more important."
Suddenly, Shaang Weiyuan stopped in his tracks and looked at her coldly.
That expression was filled with resentment and jealousy.
It was true. Why would he be jealous of his son?!
"You're important, alright? Quickly let me down!" Ruan Mizheng was very perfunctory, which made Shaang Weiyuan even more jealous in his heart.
He just stared at her and did not move at all.
It was like a ferocious snake that could spit out its forked tongue and eat you at any time.
As the saying goes, a wise man knows when to obey. Ruan Mizheng immediately kissed him on the face.
"I beg you."
She put her palms together and looked like she was begging for forgiveness.
Her small face was as big as a palm. She blinked her innocent eyes, and there was even a layer of hazy mist.
Shaang Weiyuan's anger instantly dissipated, and his expression changed quite quickly.
Suddenly, he put her down.
Ruan Mizheng immediately ran towards the little milk bag.
Shaang Weiyuan,... ""
He was very unhappy in his heart, but he still had to endure it.
Ruan Mizheng sat on the carpet. At first, she dragged her chin and stared at him without blinking. In the end, she really could not take it anymore and fell asleep there.
There was no light in the room. She slightly opened her small mouth and closed her eyes, like an obedient kitten.
Shaang Weiyuan gently carried her to the bedroom and returned to the hall. He sat where Ruan Mizheng had just sat.
He rubbed the space between his eyebrows tiredly and closed his eyes.
When Ruan Mizheng woke up again, it was already seven o'clock in the morning the next day.
She flipped left and right and felt the glaring sunlight. She suddenly sat up straight like a carp.
She looked around and saw that it was actually the bedroom.
She broke out of the door and was about to look at the small milk bag.
She didn't expect to hear laughter coming from the bathroom next door.
She was stunned. Then, subconsciously, she tiptoed to the front.
The door wasn't closed tightly. Through the crack of the door, she saw Shaang Weiyuan washing the baby's face.
Maybe it touched her neck while she was washing the baby. The baby shrank back and giggled.
"Don't move!"
Shaang Weiyuan furrowed his brows in the morning.
The little milk bag didn't dare to move anymore, but when it touched the itchy area, its little mouth was pressed into a line, and it was completely broken.
"Hahaha, daddy, the baby is so itchy!"
The little milk bag finally couldn't hold it anymore and laughed until tears came out.
Shaang Weiyuan covered his face with a towel and wiped the baby with it. He then stood on the ground and stared at his daddy as he shaved without blinking.
Shaang Weiyuan's thin lips were surrounded by foam. He looked a bit like Santa.