Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Panic Attack?

Even in a coma, his hand still tightly clutched her wrist, preventing her from breaking free.

Lu Xining could only send a message to Gong Yunxue, explaining the situation here.

The latter revealed a he-he smile, “I understand, I get it.”

Lu Xining: “…”

Seeing the man’s medical report, and finally the summary, she was stunned for a long time: How could it be anger-induced collapse?

Ji Muye hadn’t passed out due to illness, but was simply overwhelmed with rage?

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Lu Xining began to recall the conversations she had heard, thinking it over, but couldn’t find anything amiss.

Her gaze fell once again on the man lying in the hospital bed with his eyes tightly shut, his handsome face carved like a statue, with a high nose and thin lips, pale yet possessing a natural and cold elegance, distant and noble, captivating her attention.

“Yan Dong, come here for a moment.”

The secretary named shuddered, always having a bad premonition.

Several minutes later, when Ji Muye came to, he saw his secretary with a face full of woe.

Lu Xining was nowhere to be seen in the hospital room.

Meeting his icy cold gaze, Yan Dong hurried to explain, “Madam, she went back to be with the child.”

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The man let out a scoff from his hoarse throat, a tickle in his molars, his fingers tightly grasping the bedsheets, his arms bulging with veins.

Ji Muye immediately pulled out the IV needle still in his arm and threw off the covers to get out of bed.

Yan Dong panicked, “President Ji, you’re still sick!”

Ji Muye strode toward the door of the ward, exuding an aura that kept others at bay.

Yan Dong immediately pushed a wheelchair to follow his boss.

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Outside Lu Xining’s residence, under the same familiar tree.

Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, one could clearly see the “man” sitting with his back to the window.

Across from him, Lu Xining, wearing a full smile, was gently serving him food.

While his brain analytically processed the current situation and considered subsequent actions, atempting voice within Ji Muye urged him to knock on the door, to question, to seize.

Emotions surged like a flood, too foreign to him.

With such emotions, Ji Muye stood under the tree, a window’s distance away, his brain continuously analyzing this familiar sensation.

Vaguely, he remembered this feeling from the first time he learned of Lu Xining’s “infidelity.” His heart then, like today, felt confined in a tight space, constricting more and more, unable to ease.

Yan Dong, pushing the wheelchair behind him, felt the atmospheric pressure around them dropping continuously.

He stole a glance inside: Was this the madam’s current husband? From the back, didn’t he seem a bit too thin?

Because of the angle, Lu Xining had no idea her every move was being watched.

Seeing Gong Yunxue’s face thinned, she expressed her concern, “You can’t starve yourself like this, even if you love photography.”

Gong Yunxue smiled helplessly, “It’s not my fault, you have no idea how terrible the food is in those countries.”

The two chatted while eating, cherishing the time together.

All three children didn’t need anyone to feed them.

After eating, Ji Chao and Ji Ze even took the initiative to take care of their sister, waiting for Little Dumpling to finish before going to play with the new toy together.

Gong Yunxue admired the children and exclaimed, “Sweetie, you and your ex-husband really do have amazing genes.”

Lu Xining’s hand paused holding a glass of water and whispered, glancing at the three children, “He doesn’t know Nuonuo is his daughter.”

Upon hearing this, Gong Yunxue got interested.

She rested her chin on her hands and speculated, “He couldn’t think that Nuonuo is your child with another man…?”

Lu Xining gave a bitter smile and nodded.

Gong Yunxue looked at her in shock and asked urgently, “Didn’t you ever think of explaining to him?”

Lu Xining made a self-deprecating smile, “The day I found out I was pregnant, I called him and his phone was turned off. I only found out through the trending searches that he was with another woman at that time. Was there a need for an explanation under such circumstances?”

Meeting her friend’s sympathetic gaze, she smiled and continued, “It’s all in the past. I’m doing very well now.”

Gong Yunxue blamed the scumbag in her heart but didn’t ask further, changing the topic and sharing her photography experiences abroad with her.

“Oh, I captured a real gem this time!”

“He’s as good-looking as your husband… no, your ex-husband.”

“This is the first time I’ve taken a portrait photo.”

“I’m planning to use it at the upcoming photography exhibition, come to my room and give me some advice, will you?”

Xining gladly accepted.

As she got up, she accidentally bumped her calf and sharply inhaled due to the pain.

Gong Yunxue hurried to support her, “Are you okay?”

Xining shook her head and was about to walk when her friend scooped her up sideways with ease.

Her friend grinned proudly, “How about that, your ‘Old Gong’ has been getting some pretty good workout results lately, huh?”

She hooked her arm around her friend’s neck, resigned, “Yes, yes, yes, Miss Gong’s arm strength is enough to kill a ferocious tiger.”

Gong Yunxue raised her eyebrows, “I don’t know about killing a tiger, but lifting a beauty is a breeze.”

The two exchanged smiles and entered the guest room together.

Time ticked away minute by minute, and the people inside still hadn’t come out.

Ji Muye’s face grew darker by the second, and the chill around him slowly gathered into a cold tide, freezing enough to cool one’s blood.

As the chief secretary, Yan Dong braved it and tried to soothe him, “Madam must be chatting with her friend… cough, discussing things and that’s why she hasn’t come out. It’s not necessarily, not…”

It was done, the more he spoke, the darker it got!

A deep and clear voice carried with the wind, and Ji Muye turned coldly, “Let’s go back.”

Yan Dong hastily followed with the wheelchair, “President Ji, why don’t you sit and let me push you back?”

The man’s pace didn’t stop, until the secretary’s next words reached him.

“This was specially arranged by Madam for President Ji.”

Yan Dong hadn’t expected his boss to actually sit in the wheelchair – hadn’t he just been walking quite swiftly?

The man in the wheelchair sat tall, eyes closed, not speaking a word, his mere profile exuding an air of command that made people submit.

At night, just as Xining had lain down, she received a call from her female assistant: Xue Lin’s condition had worsened again.

Since arriving at the lab, the pitiful girl had already been in and out of the operating room three times. Though resuscitated and her external injuries healed, she remained unwilling to wake up.

Xining didn’t have time to put on a coat and rushed over in her pajamas.

“Professor Lu, Xue Lin’s body data is dropping sharply, at this rate…”

Xining departed from her usual gentle demeanor toward patients and was blunt with the girl.

“Xue Lin, do you think by dying you can make Jiang Jishu grieve for a lifetime?”

“Don’t be naive. He’ll grieve for a while at most, and then he’ll sink back into the arms of another love.”

“To someone like Jiang Jishu, rich and handsome, your death is but a handful of yellow earth in his youth; surely you don’t expect to use your own death to punish him, making him regret it forever, staying chaste for you?”

“If he didn’t cherish you in life, do you still hope to be cherished by him in death?”

The monitor’s readings began to jump quickly, showing faint signs of improvement.

Xining glanced at it and continued, “Xue Lin, you clearly still have a chance to live, why give up for such a scumbag?”

“Professor Lu, Xue Lin’s indicators are rising!”

By the time Xining emerged from the operating room, it was the latter half of the night.

Xue Lin had awoken.

This time, she was truly saved.

As she passed by Ji Muye’s hospital room, she saw the light was still on. As she approached, she heard Yan Dong’s voice.

“President Ji, it’s Miss Liu.”

Hearing Yan Dong’s words, Xining’s hand, reaching for the door, withdrew.

She suppressed the self-mocking curve of her mouth and turned away quickly, thus missing the man’s cold words that followed.

“In the future, Liu Xixi’s calls need not be answered.”

Ji Muye set down the last file in his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, his thoughts drifting back to Xining.

In the following days, he focused on recuperating in the hospital room.

In the mornings, the three children would come hand in hand to see him; in the afternoons, they would be taken away by the person arranged by Xining.

What Ji Muye heard most from the children was about Xining’s ‘husband’.