Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!-Chapter 98 - Accident

Chapter 98: Chapter 98 Accident

“President Ji, the young master has been hospitalized!”

The next morning, having heard the news, Ji Muye hurried to the hospital and carefully softened his voice as he pushed open the door.

Inside the room, Lu Xining was watching over their child receiving an IV drip.

Seeing Ji Ze lying weakly on the hospital bed, his heart tightened, and he quietly asked, “How did Xiao Ze suddenly come down with a fever?”

She glanced at her son, arranged for someone to watch him, and took Ji Muye out to the corridor outside.

“Xiao Ze did it on purpose.”

That morning, the butler went to wake him for school but found the room exceptionally chilly, and Ji Ze was already lying in bed, drowsy.

On the way to the hospital, Lu Xining had someone check the room’s surveillance and discovered that before going to sleep, Ji Ze had set the air conditioning to about 10 degrees and slept the entire night without a blanket.

“When he was feverish and delirious, he kept saying… he wanted his dad and mom to be together.”

It wasn’t hard to guess what the child was thinking, but Lu Xining was distressed that he used his own body as a bargaining chip.

As soon as she finished speaking, a man’s jacket landed on her shoulders.

Lu Xining looked up, her gaze crashing into his dark, profound eyes, which seemed to carve out a tranquil space solely for her, containing a spreading darkness she couldn’t understand, but it was fleeting.

Taken by surprise, Lu Xining had rushed to the hospital in her pajamas, and although the hospital’s air conditioning was rather cold, she hadn’t felt it earlier because she was so focused on her child.

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The jacket still carried the man’s body warmth. Lu Xining stepped aside and said, “No need, thank you.”

She returned the jacket to him and walked to the other side.

Ji Muye had come in such a hurry that he wasn’t dressed in his usual suit but had grabbed a casual outfit from his wardrobe and came over without even styling his hair; his unkempt bangs did nothing to hide his dark, bright eyes.

In the silent hospital corridor, she heard his deep, hoarse voice, “Wear it, there’s already one with a cold at home.”

Lu Xining gave him a sharp look, “Be more mindful of how you speak in public.”

Ji Muye: “…”

He glanced at the time, “Let me have my driver take you home, I’ll stay here.”

Lu Xining insisted on waiting until the child’s fever subsided before she could relax, but he looked at the redness in her anxious eyes and persuaded her, “Listen to me, Nuonuo will be anxious if he wakes up and doesn’t find you.”

Listen to him? Ha!

She shuddered, “Your words sound so slimy.”

Ji Muye: “?”

Ji Ze would have to stay in the hospital for several days more, and after his IV drip, he needed breakfast.

Lu Xining stayed with Ji Ze for a good while longer; he hadn’t woken up yet. After looking at her little son sleeping peacefully inside, she decided to go back to get some clean clothes and bring some food.

Ji Muye comforted her, “Xiao Ze will be okay.”

Lu Xining responded indifferently.

Ji Muye escorted her out, his sharp, exquisite features outlined by the dim corridor lights, looking exceptionally gentle.

At the elevator, he seemed to want to say more, but Lu Xining didn’t give him the chance.

Ji Muye stood at the elevator entrance, not leaving for a long time.

Now, his relationship with Lu Xining was cold and distant, with no communication except in front of their child.

This was supposedly the atmosphere Ji Muye most desired, yet why did his heart keep souring?

He slipped his hands into his pockets, his fingertips cold. After a long time, he slowly walked back to the sickroom.

The bodyguard watching the child saw him return and stayed by the door.

In the room, the pale and weak Ji Ze, such a small figure, lay quietly on the hospital bed with an antipyretic IV drip, looking extremely frail.

Noticing the little one’s eyeballs move under his eyelids and his lashes tremble lightly, he was clearly awake but afraid to open his eyes and look at him.

Ji Muye did not expose him; he brushed away the hair stuck to the child’s forehead from sweat and slowly sat down in the chair where Lu Xining had just sat.

After waiting for a long time without hearing Dad speak, Ji Ze couldn’t help but stealthily half-open his eyes to look at him, but he was caught by a pair of smiling eyes.

Ji Muye looked at him gently, his eyes trembling and evasive, and asked, “Are you awake, does it still hurt?”

Ji Ze sniffled and nodded.

The large palm landed on his forehead again, gently caressing, “Don’t do this again in the future.”

Ji Ze stuttered, “Dad…”

“Xiao Ze, Dad knows you want to bring Dad and Mom together, but there’s one thing Dad hopes you remember: no matter what it is for, you shouldn’t joke about your own health.”

The magnetic voice was permeated with the sound of paternal love as it flowed through the air.

“For Dad and Mom, the health of you three siblings is more important than anything.”

The man’s naturally superior brow bone and thick long eyelashes cast faint shadows under the indoor lights, and his dark, shiny eyes were filled with all patience and care.

Ji Ze nodded as if he understood.

He thought Dad would scold him after knowing the truth, but he didn’t, which surprised him.

But he really liked his Dad now, and Mom too.

The sun rose little by little, the chirping of cicadas outside the window faded with the peak of summer, and the crisp chirping of birds brought joyful callings.

Lu Xining went back to change clothes and brought breakfast and some clean clothes for the child.

Ji Ze, who already had his IV drip done, felt much better, but his forehead still felt somewhat hot when touched.

She took out the light breakfast she had specially asked the home chef to prepare and unwrapped it on a small table beside the bed.

Lu Xining asked the child, “Does Mommy feed you?”

Ji Ze’s eyes brightened, “Thank you, Mom.”

Watching Lu Xining tenderly open the breakfast, the small bowl of millet porridge still steaming, she blew on it, and only when it was not too hot did she bring it to her mouth, her eyes brimming with happiness.

He also sneaked a glance at his dad’s expression, and finding it not displeased, he felt a little relieved.

The Ji Family’s education for heirs had always demanded self-reliance.

Ji Muye didn’t miss his son’s subtle gaze and felt helpless about Lu Xining’s indulgence.

Looking at the plain porridge and small dishes identical to his son’s in front of him, the man raised his eyebrows and said nothing, silently eating this long-missed breakfast from the Lu Family.

The child only knew that his cold could make Dad and Mom stay by his side; he hadn’t measured how severe his actions were, and the high fever had come suddenly. If it hadn’t been discovered in time, it would have been much worse.

After finishing breakfast, Ji Ze fell asleep.

They were staying at a hospital under the Shi’an Group, so naturally, the selected sickroom was the best executive suite.

It even came equipped with a private study room, which conveniently suited Ji Muye’s workload.

Meanwhile, Lu Xining was sitting on the living room sofa video-calling their daughter.

Little Dumpling was fussing about coming to see her big brother, threatening to cry if not allowed, and Ji Chao, who hadn’t gone to school, also wanted to come.

With no other choice, she let the butler bring a few more bodyguards to escort the two kids over.

Ji Chao led Lu Nuonuo into the room while Lu Xining was checking the latest project data from the lab.

She took the children to glance at Ji Ze sleeping in the inner room, then let them play in the living room where the butler had brought many toys, careful not to wake Ji Ze as they played quite quietly.

Lu Xining sat to one side checking data, occasionally turning her head to look at the two children.

Ji Chao was guiding Lu Nuonuo in drawing.

Soft sounds of a meeting echoed from the study.

Little Dumpling had just finished a drawing of the family when she turned her head and saw the study door ajar and the man inside.

She looked at her mom, then at her brother who was engrossed in drawing, took her drawing in her joyful little steps, and pushed open the door of the study.

Ji Muye, with a stern face due to his subordinate’s incompetence and just about to reprimand coldly, felt a tug at his trouser leg.