Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 333 - 322: Miss Jin Kept Calling Your Name in Her Sleep
Hanhan looked at him for a long time before opening his small mouth, but his voice was hoarse, "Where’s my mommy?"
Lei Yicheng glanced at the big bed beside him.
Hanhan looked over and saw Jin Jumo lying on the bed in pain, her face devoid of any color, her forehead covered in glistening sweat.
Feeling the small body in his arms tremble slightly before stiffening, Lei Yicheng’s eyes tightened and he quickly said, "Don’t worry, mommy has a minor injury and is sleeping now, but she’ll wake up soon."
"..." Hanhan pressed his pale lips together, his dark eyes looking at Rong Mochen who was silently watching him.
Hanhan’s breathing slightly quickened, his eyes clearly suppressing a glistening layer of tears.
"Come," Rong Mochen reached out to him, his voice hoarse.
Hanhan bit his lip hard, glanced at Jin Jumo on the bed, but didn’t reach out to Rong Mochen, silently turning his head and leaning on Lei Yicheng’s shoulder.
Lei Yicheng hesitated, then furrowed his brow tightly, looking at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen’s eyes were hot red, slowly retracting his hand, clenching it tightly.
Lei Yicheng took a deep breath, then carried Hanhan out of the lounge.
"Uncle Gu, there were so many bad people, they hit me and my brother, the bad people tried to burn us alive..." Xixi sobbed, looking at Gu Yan, her tears falling continuously, filled with grievance and anxiety.
"Did they hit you too?" Gu Yan’s whole body tensed up, his eyes turning bloodshot, harshly saying.
Xixi tightly hugged Gu Yan’s neck with one hand, crying while using her other small hand to push Gu Yan’s head, sobbing, "That aunt, like this... wah..."
"..." Gu Yan was so angry that smoke seemed to be coming out of his head, "Vile woman!"
"And brother’s hand, his hand was bruised." Xixi cried so hard that her little shoulders shook dramatically, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes swollen high.
Gu Yan’s heart ached immensely, holding her tightly, gently wiping her tears, softly comforting, "Little Xixi, be good, all the bad people have been chased away, there won’t be bad people anymore."
"Really?" Xixi looked at Gu Yan skeptically.
"Mmm. Uncle Gu promises, no bad people will dare to bully Xixi from now on, Uncle Gu will always protect Xixi." Gu Yan pledged.
"But today you didn’t come to protect Xixi, Xixi, mommy and brother almost got burned alive." Xixi cried even more, truly scared out of her wits.
Gu Yan couldn’t soothe Xixi no matter what he did, helplessly seeking assistance from Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen had been watching all along but didn’t speak.
Gu Yan frowned and carried Xixi over, "Boss Rong, Xixi just woke up, she’s still frail, if she keeps crying like this, it won’t be good, come up with something fast."
Rong Mochen’s Adam’s apple bobbed, looking down at Jin Jumo, who was sleeping restlessly.
The hands that had been clasped together finally slowly released.
Rong Mochen stood up, looking at Jin Jumo lying unconscious on the bed, at Xixi crying uncontrollably, his heart aching deeply, reaching out to take Xixi from Gu Yan’s arms, placing a gentle kiss on Xixi’s tear-covered lashes.
This kiss carried all his apologies and heartache. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
It was his failure to protect them!
"Daddy..."
Xixi covered half her eye with one hand, her face completely red from crying, her nose slightly swollen, worriedly looking at Jin Jumo on the bed, sobbing, "Mommy, what’s wrong with mommy?"
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes flashed with fiery red, his large hand silently cradling Xixi’s head against his chest, holding her tighter in his arms.
In Rong Mochen’s embrace, despite him not saying a word, Xixi’s crying gradually subsided.
Her little head leaned against Rong Mochen’s chest, staring at Jin Jumo with tear-soaked eyes, crying herself back to sleep.
Outside the lounge, Lei Yicheng sat on the sofa holding Hanhan, his gaze resting on the bruised left wrist for a moment before looking up at him, "Does it hurt?"
Hanhan’s little face was pale. Hearing his words, he looked down at his wrist and shook his head, "No, it doesn’t hurt."
Lei Yicheng was silent for a long moment, his warm large hand gently holding Hanhan’s wrist, "Are you mad at your dad for not saving you in time?"
Hanhan didn’t speak, but his large eyes shimmered with tears.
Lei Yicheng looked at him, "Your dad rushed here as soon as possible, but you still got hurt. Believe in Uncle Lei, seeing you get hurt, your dad is more heartbroken and remorseful than anyone else."
"We used to live very well, no one bullied my mommy, and there were no bad people to catch us." Hanhan gazed at Lei Yicheng, his eyes reddening as he spoke.
"..." Lei Yicheng furrowed his brows tightly.
He understood what Hanhan meant!
For the past four years, before Rong Mochen appeared, their lives were peaceful and ordinary yet safe!
However, after Rong Mochen appeared, they were plunged into a dangerous vortex.
Lei Yicheng’s heart suddenly tightened as he looked at Hanhan, "Hanhan, what Uncle Lei is telling you now is man-to-man, not treating you like a child. Tell Uncle Lei, do you really think life was better without your dad? Do you not care about having a dad, not want a dad?"
Hanhan pressed his lips into a line, saying only after a while, "I just want my mommy and sister to be okay."
So, whether or not there is a dad doesn’t matter!
Lei Yicheng was at a loss for words at Hanhan’s way of thinking.
Hanhan sat on Lei Yicheng’s lap for a while and said, "I’m going in to see mommy and sister."
Hanhan got off his lap and walked towards the lounge without looking back.
Lei Yicheng watched Hanhan’s small back, a touch of sigh in his eyes.
When Hanhan returned to the lounge, Xixi had already fallen asleep once.
Hanhan glanced at Xixi on the bed, clenched his little fists and walked to Jin Jumo’s bedside, pulled a chair laboriously, climbed up, sat on it, and looked worriedly at Jin Jumo with his small brows furrowed.
He didn’t look at Rong Mochen the whole time.
Rong Mochen stared at Hanhan’s left wrist for a while, then lowered his eyelids, quietly watching Jin Jumo.
Gu Yan, seeing the unusually cold interactions between the father and son, couldn’t help but sigh softly, then walked out of the lounge.
Gu Yan’s rustling footfalls quickly vanished after he exited the doorway.
The lounge suddenly became so silent that you could hear a needle drop.
After who knows how long, a man’s hoarse voice echoed in the air, "I’m here with her, rest on the bed if you’re tired."
Hanhan didn’t lift an eyelid, his soft and tender voice very cold, "I’ll rest when I know I’m tired, I don’t need you to say it."
Rong Mochen, head down, had no expression on his face, obediently staying silent.
Forty minutes later, Rong Mochen’s lowered eyelashes slowly lifted, quietly looking over at the opposite side.
Hanhan, having just woken up, was too weak; managing forty minutes before falling asleep was already not easy.
Looking at the little one curled up in the big chair, a deep fatherly love and guilt finally surfaced without reservation in Rong Mochen’s dark eyes.
He gently let go of Jin Jumo’s hand and rose very carefully, each movement meticulous for fear of any noise disturbing the person across the room.
He circled around the foot of the bed to the other side without hesitation, bending down to scoop Hanhan out of the chair.
Unexpectedly, the little one in his arms suddenly opened his eyes.
Rong Mochen’s back stiffened slightly, gazing intently at Hanhan in his arms.
Hanhan just continued to look at Rong Mochen for a solid ten seconds. Just when Rong Mochen thought he would push away in disgust, the little guy closed his eyes again, only his little face against Rong Mochen’s chest moved back an inch.
Even so, Rong Mochen was inwardly relieved.
He carried Hanhan over to the other large bed, placing him next to Xixi, and draped a thin blanket over him.
Once Hanhan hit the bed, he turned over, presenting his back to Rong Mochen.
Bitterness rolled in Rong Mochen’s throat, and after standing by the bed for a while, he returned to Jin Jumo’s bedside to sit down again.
Lei Yicheng and Gu Yan arrived at Lei Yicheng’s base camp, a dim basement filled with an indelible stench of blood, with sticky blood pooled everywhere on the floor.
Lei Yicheng frowned, watching a brutal man in the corner holding a sharp knife, slicing methodically into Gu Yaoqin’s thigh, leaving a trail of thinly sliced sticky matter below.
Meanwhile, Gu Lingyi was tied to a chair, mouth gagged, leaning limply against the backrest, yet her eyes were wide and blood-red, staring horrified at the man wielding the short knife on Gu Yaoqin’s thigh.
Lei Yicheng only slightly frowned at this scene and moved to Xiao Nanqing, who was lounging in a chair with one leg crossed, slapping his shoulder, "Not stopping him?"
The words seemed to suggest he hoped to stop it, but his tone said otherwise.
Xiao Nanqing shrugged cooperatively, gesturing at the frenzied Mu Qinnian with his pale, transparent fingers, "Look at him like that, who’d dare stop him?"
The moment Xiao Nanqing finished speaking, Gu Yan suddenly rushed towards Mu Qinnian.
Xiao Nanqing and Lei Yicheng were both startled: This idiot isn’t really going to risk his life to stop it, is he?
Xiao Nanqing hissed, smoothly flipping off the chair with a graceful leap, pouncing forward with leopard-like agility, catching Gu Yan by the arm just as he was nearing Mu Qinnian, yelling in a threatening voice, "Did you leave your brain at home?"
"Get lost, don’t get in my way!" Gu Yan angrily shrugged him off, coldly barged past Xiao Nanqing, approached Mu Qinnian’s side, and snatched the knife from his hand, plunging it into Gu Yaoqin’s left wrist with a spurt!
"Ah..."
Gu Yaoqin, who was already exhausted from screaming in pain, was stimulated by the sharp agony that pierced through bone and screamed once more.
