HCB Chapter 1460 Pity
Chapter 1460 Pity
After Zhuang Zhoucheng left, Huo Yan started talking about the youngest son.
"Can't you just shut your mouth?" Huo Yan looked at the youngest son, then felt a pang of heartache upon seeing the injury on his arm. "Let the doctor come and take a look, okay?"
"No need." Zhuang Shijue shoveled several mouthfuls of rice into his mouth and shook his head. "No need, don't worry, I won't die."
"You child..." Huo Yan said angrily, but Zhuang Shijue laughed and hooked his arm around his mother's arm. "It's nothing. Look at my body, which is as strong as an ox. What could possibly be wrong with me?"
"You're such a smart aleck!" Huo Yan slapped Zhuang Shijue's hand, got up and walked out of the dining room: "I'll call Dr. Guomu, you should eat quickly."
"Miss, are you sure you don't need to..."
"Do you want the housekeeper to clear away all the food before we eat?" Huo Yan stood by the door, her face cold.
Huo Yan left the dining room and called Guo Mu, mainly because she was worried about Seventeen. Her granddaughter was being held by Seventeen, and even if Huo Yan was worried about her youngest son, she still had to keep an eye on Seventeen. She knew Zhuang Zhoucheng was right, but this child… If it were Xiao Quan's child, she wouldn't have thought much of it, but this child…
The issue of child custody arose immediately after Zhuang Zhoucheng's birth, and it's indeed an unavoidable problem. It's natural for a child to live with their biological mother, but the daughter's situation is special. Seventeen is currently taking care of her, and she could let her daughter take Paopao with her, but after all, her daughter is married. Although Xiao Quan is a good person and not an outsider, they will definitely have their own children in the future. When her child with Xiao Quan is born, will she still be able to take care of Paopao?
Huo Yan knew she was worrying too much, but she would still bring up these questions every night.
Huo Yan sat to the side watching. Bubble lay on the sofa, giggling foolishly. Seventeen was teasing the little one. Huo Yan looked at her daughter and said, "Don't make her laugh for too long, or she'll spit up milk."
"Really?" Seventeen looked at her mother, somewhat surprised.
Huo Yan nodded, "Yes, Auntie just held her and fed her milk. If she laughs too much, she might vomit."
This has happened before; I teased the child too much, and he vomited even after falling asleep.
Seventeen looked at the little guy again, "Little rascal, will you throw up? I didn't know you were so delicate, little rascal, little rascal..."
Zhuang Shijue came out shortly afterward, sat down to the side, and put his leg up on the coffee table, looking quite thuggish.
Huo Yan frowned. "Put your foot down and see what you look like."
"The injured are the most important. I've already been stabbed, can't I even be allowed to be a little unrestrained for a while?" Zhuang Shijue had always been like that.
Seventeen turned to look at Zhuang Shijue and suddenly asked, "Hey, Zhuang Laoyao, have you hooked up with some woman?"
"Me?" Zhuang Shijue rolled his eyes. "Who's talking nonsense? Who told you all this?"
"I heard Bai Xin'ai is back," Seventeen said. Zhuang Shijue didn't react much, tugged at his ear, and said, "That was so long ago. Please, grandma, stop bringing this up."
"Ha, you don't want to talk about it now? I don't know what was wrong with you back then, insisting on fighting with Se-yeon for it..."
"How can you talk like that? Zhuang Shiyuan has never acknowledged that woman, you understand? Don't run away with something that's not true."
Zhuang Shijue was unhappy. Although he had indeed been quite interested in that woman when he was young and impetuous, so many years had passed, and they hadn't seen each other in the past few years. Who knew if she had grown up to be more beautiful or less attractive? Besides, did he look like the kind of person who would hang himself on one tree? That was just nonsense.
"That would be great, then my mom wouldn't have to worry about you anymore," Seventeen said with a sigh of relief.
However, Huo Yan took it to heart and looked at Zhuang Shijue, saying, "I'll remember what you said. If I find out you're seeing that woman again, I'll teach you a lesson!"
"Alright, alright, I understand." Zhuang Shijue sighed. "Ms. Huo, you're too easily influenced. You listen to everything anyone says. Look at your son's handsome face. If he stood outside, I wouldn't be able to pick and choose any of the young ladies on the street. Don't worry, your son isn't that stupid."
Huo Yan finally felt a little relieved. With her children by her side, the weight on her heart eased.
Guomu arrived half an hour later, treated Zhuang Shijue's wounds, gave him a few simple instructions, and left after finishing his business.
Upstairs, Mu Ning waited outside the restroom for Zhuang Shiyuan to come out; she needed to use the restroom. Leaning against the wall, swaying back and forth, she called out after a while.
"Zhuang Shiyuan, Zhuang Shiyuan, are you constipated?" Mu Ning shouted into the room. Why hasn't he come out yet?
Without even asking, it's obvious he'll simply ignore her question.
"Zhuang Shiyuan, how long will it take you to come out?" Mu Ning asked loudly again.
Silence, still silence. Fine, she went out to use the public restroom.
Just as she was about to leave, the door opened. Mu Ning took a few steps and then turned to look at Zhuang Shiyuan. "Uh... what were you doing in there for so long?"
His face was slightly flushed. Mu Ning patted her face, it seemed she had used some effort. She carefully moved closer to him, "Are you constipated? Do you want to try an enema? I heard it works really well."
Zhuang Shiyuan's face darkened, and Mu Ning immediately covered her ears and ran into the bathroom, saying, "I didn't say anything."
Mu Ning lingered inside for a while, taking a shower as well. Wrapped in a towel, she poked her head out and glanced at the people in the room. Luckily, Zhuang Shiyuan was reading a book. Mu Ning tiptoed out, but halfway there, her clothes flew through the air.
"Uh……"
A fluffy bathrobe hung on his body. "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
"Hehe, thanks."
She thought he hadn't seen her, but he actually did. Mu Ning grinned foolishly, quickly pulling her clothes over herself and ripping the towel off, then climbed onto the bed. "What are you looking at?"
“Some useless books. Go to sleep if you’re sleepy,” Zhuang Shiyuan said softly.
"Hmm." Mu Ning turned closer to Zhuang Shiyuan. "Um, you're actually feeling really bad inside too, aren't you?"
Mu Ning spoke in a low voice, afraid of upsetting him. Zhuang Shiyuan, who was holding the book, froze for a moment and didn't say anything. Mu Ning raised her hand and covered the book with her hand. "I'm talking to you, so pay attention to me."
Zhuang Shiyuan put down his book and looked at her. "You are equal to everyone in this family. You don't need to be mindful of anyone's feelings. If you're unhappy, just say so. If you don't want to, just refuse. Your constant forbearance has created a situation where anyone can bully you. Do you understand?"
“They didn’t bully me. They were just joking. It’s really not as serious as you think. Your family is really good to me,” Mu Ning said softly.
Zhuang Shiyuan touched her face and stroked it gently. He probably didn't love her much, after all, he was in a dark period of his life. He just felt sorry for her.