MasukI rubbed my nose in embarrassment. He was only supposed to say hi. Why was he talking so much? “I’ll be there first thing in the morning. I’m sorry I left you guys,” Mo Xuan said. Tuan Tuan shook his head. “It’s okay, Big Xuan. Mommy and I don’t blame you. We miss you.” “I miss you guys too. I’ll be there before you know it,” he said. “Get some good rest. You’re supposed to get better fast, right?” “Right,” Tuan answered. “Goodnight, Big Xuan. We love you.” “I love you guys too,” Mo Xuan said. I sighed and took the phone off speaker. “I actually wanted to talk to you about Yan,” I said, going straight to the point. “Yan? What did he do?” Mo Xuan asked. It was obvious he didn’t know anything yet. I sighed. “Is he there with you?” “No,” Mo Xuan said. “He took the day off. He said he was visiting his mom. What’s going on?” I was silent for a second, unsure how to put it. “Tuan Tuan says it was him who picked him up from daycare and handed him to those guys,” I explained, tellin
It took some time to scrub the dried blood off my skin. But afterwards, I felt fresh and better. At least now, I would be presentable when Tuan Tuan woke up. Qing Han didn’t leave the room afterwards. He just sat there on the couch, like he knew he had every right to be there. I wanted to tell him to get some rest and that we would be okay. But I dight know how to start.There was an awkward silence between us, but I could feel his gaze on me from time to time. After a while, I pursed my lips and looked back at him. He sat up straight, watching me like he was waiting for me to say something. “Mama…” Tuan Tuan’s soft voice called from the bed, making me turn to look at him. Seeing his eyes open made my heart skip a beat. “Baby… you woke up,” I said, holding his tiny face in my hands. “Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?” He shook his head and looked around the room in confusion before his eyes landed on Qing Han. “Uncle Qing…” Qing Han stared back at him calmly. “How are you fe
---After the doctors made sure that Tuan Tuan had been taken care of, he was to be transferred to one of the wards in the hospital. But Qing Han insisted that he be taken up to the VVIP ward on the highest floor. Everyone, including me, was a bit shocked. It was always like Qing Han owned that floor. He barely let anyone up there, let alone into the ward.So I could only watch as he made all the arrangements. And I couldn't get rid of the little tag in my heart. He seemed committed. I wondered what he would have done if he knew that Tuan Tuan was actually his son.Since Tuan Tuan was still unconscious, I sat next to his bed and waited impatiently. But at least I felt better and wasn’t afraid anymore. After some time, I lay down beside Tuan Tuan for a while. I was exhausted after spending the whole day at work, followed by the intense evening we had just had. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was a few minutes past midnight. I just wanted to get to bed and sleep. But I couldn’
“Mo Xuan is in Burrow City,” Song Bao said, looking at Qing Han suspiciously. “I just heard that he’s had quite a bad time with the police. His planes have been grounded too.” Qing Han pursed his lips but didn’t speak. There was a guilty look on his face. Song Bao sighed helplessly. “So you had something to do with that. Han, he’s the kid’s father, for heaven’s sake.” Qing Han sighed and looked up. “Are you questioning me now, Bao?” he asked. He didn’t seem pleased. Bao shrugged and looked back at the screen. “I just wanted to make sure you know what you’re doing.” Qing Han tapped his fingers anxiously on the couch. “He’s the kid’s father, but he took almost forever to find out where he was. Do you think he can keep them safe?” Song Bao’s hand froze a little on the keyboard. He felt like that was a ridiculous question coming from Qing Han. “Whatever’s happening is between them as a family. You can never be sure why he was away.” Qing Han rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t make sense.
…After Qing Han donated blood for Tuan Tuan, he only took a few minutes to rest before walking back to his office. His assistant, Song Bao, was working on something. Qing Han pursed his lips. “I thought you went home,” he said. Song Bao rubbed his sleepy eyes. “I couldn’t. Calls kept coming in,” he explained. “Someone had to handle them.” Qing Han sighed and sat on the couch. He looked pale and a little tired. “You can go now. I’ll handle the rest,” he said. Qing Han was always a good boss. He treated most of his employees with respect and didn’t like to overexploit them. That was why, despite his coldness, most of his employees still loved him. Chen Xiu was the only one he did the opposite with. And this had confused many who didn’t know the history between the two of them. Song Bao quickly shook his head. “The only reason I stayed to work late was because I heard that you were donating blood. I had to make sure you wouldn’t lock yourself in here for the rest of the night. You
I was silent for a few seconds, trying to make sense of everything. When he called Ming, the first thing he asked was if he had seen a kid. Was there something he hadn’t told me? “Yeah. Everything is fine,” I said, nodding my head. I didn’t even know why I lied. But my expression must have given me away. Qing Han moved even closer to me and looked at my face. “Something is obviously bothering you. What did he say to you?” he asked. I hesitated for a few seconds. “Um, how did Ming find Tuan Tuan so fast?” I asked. Qing Han narrowed his brows slightly before taking a deep breath. “Oh, that?” My expression darkened a little. Was there something else apart from that? I didn’t respond. I just observed him quietly. Why did he seem a bit off? He rubbed his brows awkwardly. “I had Ming following you,” he said after a short pause. My eyes widened in shock. “You mean you had him stalk me for you? Why would you do that?” I asked. Qing Han’s expression turned uneasy, almost embarrassed.







