Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!-Chapter 203 - The Hospital Two Years Ago

Chapter 203: Chapter 203: The Hospital Two Years Ago…

Chapter 203: Chapter 203: The Hospital Two Years Ago…

Ji Muye recalled the holidays of the past, when he habitually had someone prepare jewelry.

As far as he knew, the wealthy ladies in his circle all liked jewelry, and he thought Lu Xining would too, but after such a “reminder” from Little Dumpling, he suddenly realized that perhaps she had never liked it at all.

Faced with his sudden question, Lu Xining hesitated for a moment before responding, “Talking about this now is pointless.”

Divorce is not a process for a man to reflect.

The marriage is already over.

Lu Xining did not like to always reminisce about the past.

She stood at the door waving to Lu Nuonuo, “My dear, it’s time for us to go home.”

Ji Muye got up and approached her, “I think it’s very meaningful.”

“If you didn’t like it, why didn’t you tell me at the beginning? If you had told me you didn’t like these things, I wouldn’t have kept…”

He remembered the joy in Lu Xining’s eyes the first time she received the jewelry.

When had that changed?

He was speaking when, suddenly, Ji Muye remembered a fleeting figure at a banquet, initially thinking he had been mistaken.

Now, on reflection, he believed that person might have been Lu Xining.

He grabbed the wrist of the woman who was about to leave, his deep gaze locking onto her eyes, “Do you dislike it because you thought I also gave jewelry to Liu Xixi?”

“No,” Lu Xining shook off his hand and took a half step back.

Ji Muye’s indifferent eyes flickered, pressing on, “The jewelry I gave you was personally selected by me, and I have not given jewelry to any other woman.”

It was as if Lu Nuonuo had unlocked his Ren and Du meridians.

Certain details he had ignored surged from the depths of his mind to reality in a flash.

“However, Shi’an Group does have cooperating jewelry designers, and the Public Relations department selects from these designers’ works when giving jewelry to long-term female clients.”

“But the jewelry I gave you was all custom-made by me… I thought you liked them.”

He looked down at her, the waves in his eyes hinting at anticipation, hoping to see some emotions in her eyes.

However, the Lu Xining in front of him was far too rational.

Stepping out of an unsuitable marital enclosure and looking from the outside in, one can see more clearly than when inside.

She did not interrupt Ji Muye’s words, merely smiling faintly.

After he finished, Lu Xining responded with a neutral tone, “I see.”

Ji Muye’s thick, firm eyelashes trembled slightly before falling, his voice slow, “Alright, drive slowly on your way back.”

Lu Nuonuo, who had already taken a seat in the car early on, waited quietly for the two adults to finish their conversation.

Before leaving, she waved goodbye to Ji Muye.

The yard regained its tranquility.

The man looked down at the velvet gift box in his hand and discovered that each gem was adorned with smiley face stickers by Little Dumpling.

Watching the receding figures of Lu Xining and her child, his gaze met the twinkling blink from Lu Nuonuo, silently tugging at his mouth.

His daughter, indeed, was considerate.

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Back home, Lu Xining held Little Dumpling and went to wash their faces and hands.

Lu Nuonuo stood attentively on a little deer stool washing her hands, playing with the soap suds, making the shape of a heart.

She looked up at Lu Xining and smiled, “For Mommy.”

Looking at her daughter’s increasingly defined and delicate facial features, her gaze involuntarily fell on the dimples on both sides of her cheeks, the most obvious trait she had inherited from Ji Muye, which even her two brothers did not have.

Lu Xining had also woken up to a realization.

Would it be unfair to her daughter not to acknowledge her father?

She dried her child’s hands and carried her to the cloakroom to change into a more comfortable set of home clothes.

While changing, Lu Xining asked her, “Nuonuo, do you want Daddy?”

Lu Nuonuo, just having taken off her coat, looked up at her and shook her head.

As if sensing the worries in Lu Xining’s heart, Little Dumpling nestled into her embrace and hugged her, volunteering, “Nuonuo doesn’t need Daddy.”

Whether it was her two brothers or her stepfather, once placed on the same scale as her mother, Lu Nuonuo would always choose her mother alone.

“Nuonuo likes what Mommy likes.”

“Nuonuo doesn’t want what Mommy doesn’t want.”

Lu Xining’s eyes reddened.

Whether you call her selfish or cold-blooded, she had to admit that her daughter’s words had become her anchor.

Ever since a woman has a child, society imposes various stereotypical expectations on her, such as…

Why won’t you let your child acknowledge her father?

Why don’t you let your child receive more love from the paternal side of the family?

The child’s father has changed, why won’t you allow her to be close to him?

Lu Xining really wanted to ask, why should she?

She gave birth to her child, raised her with all her heart, why should a man gain unconditional access to her daughter just by buying some gifts and showing a little patience?

From Ji Muye’s actions and demeanor, she faintly sensed that he might have guessed Lu Nuonuo’s identity.

He wished to acknowledge his daughter, that was fine.

But only if Little Dumpling was willing.

Lu Xining continued to change her child’s clothes, and once she was done, she kissed the child’s face and looked at her tenderly and seriously.

“Nuonuo, if one day you want to acknowledge your father, Mommy won’t stop you. You just have to tell Mommy, okay?”

She left the decision up to her daughter; if in the future she truly wanted Ji Muye as her father, she would not prevent it.

Little Dumpling nodded with a somewhat puzzled look.

On the other hand, Ji Muye appeared at the hospital where Lu Xining had first found out she was pregnant, sitting in front of the hospital’s director.

The surveillance footage from two years ago had long been automatically overwritten by the system, the director wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, helplessly.

“President Ji, there are laws for the country and rules for the hospital. Patient confidentiality is a personal matter, and as the director, I cannot disclose patient information.”

As a prestigious private hospital in Jingzhou, everyone who comes here for treatment belongs to distinguished circles.

Although they aren’t on par with the man before him, medical ethics must be upheld.

Ji Muye knew he wouldn’t be able to find out anything, so he settled for asking which room Lu Xining stayed in back then.

The director replied, “Top floor VIP room, 2801.”

It happened to be vacant recently; the director promptly took Ji Muye to that room, smiling as he said, “This one has the best view.”

Standing at the window, Ji Muye noticed that this room had a view of the large, three-dimensional sign atop the Shi’an Group building in the distance.

What was Lu Xining thinking when she stayed here?

He asked the director to leave.

He sat on the sofa in the room, gazing at the hospital bed for a long while.

“Wow! Did you see that man at the elevator just now? Jingzhou’s richest, Ji Muye! He’s incredibly handsome!”

In the hospital’s restroom, a curious new nurse asked, “Sister Li, he doesn’t seem sick, so why does he spend so much time in the hospital room?”

“Let me tell you secretly, don’t spread this around, when his ex-wife found out she was pregnant, he went viral for dining with his son and his mistress! You don’t know, his ex-wife was rushed here in the middle of the night, so pale.”

“What about the child?”

“I remember, the day after the hot search, the woman from the hot search came to see her, and due to excessive grief, she lost the baby.”

Although the two nurses discussed it in hushed tones, the entire floor consisted of VIP rooms and was very quiet; their conversation could be heard clearly.

After they left, Ji Muye came out from the men’s restroom across the way, his face pale and hands trembling as he washed them. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and was silent for a long time.

When he left the hospital, rain began to fall from the sky; his black Maybach sped along the overpass, driving towards the end.

Ji Muye looked at the Polaroid in his wallet, his fingertips slowly tracing the woman’s face in the picture.

After a long time…

He said to the driver, “Go to Jingzhou Prison.”