Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 902 - 911: Mother and Son (10)

"Thank you, thank you..."

He still remembered Yu Qianxun’s shock and panic the first time she saw him.

Back then, he had simply thought she reacted that way because she didn’t expect he would help.

After she got into the car with the child, he kept staring absentmindedly at her child.

The little one was truly adorable, with big, shiny black eyes. Wrapped in a blanket, his hands and feet were restless, constantly moving around inside the blanket, and soon extended out, munching on his tiny fist.

Upon seeing him, the little guy seemed a bit excited, immediately waving his little fists towards him, then giggled.

But after chatting briefly with Yu Qianxun, he finally understood from her hesitant words.

The child was an unexpected result of a drunken night, even the child’s father was unknown.

Mentioning this, there was some regret and pain in her eyes, yet he had no interest in this and didn’t even offer a word of comfort.

At that time, all he thought about was finding Qiao Mo, never considering that their child might not have died.

In hindsight, perhaps if he had taken a bit more time to investigate back then, their child wouldn’t have suffered so much.

...

They both stayed at the hospital overnight. The next morning, Qiao Mo figured Qiqi should be waking up soon.

So she asked Fu Nancheng to buy some breakfast that the child liked, while she went to the hallway in front of the door to call Nanny Wang, asking her to prepare some clothes and items for the child.

Upon returning to the ward, she found Qiqi already awake.

The small child was curled up in a corner of the wall, hugging his knees, not saying a word, and when hearing a noise, he didn’t even look up.

"Qiqi... Qiqi, how do you feel? Does it still hurt?" Qiao Mo quickly approached, gently holding his shoulder.

Qiqi didn’t move at all, not even lifting his head, as if he hadn’t heard Qiao Mo at all.

"Qiqi, are you hungry? What would you like to eat?"

"Would you tell Auntie? Auntie will have Uncle Fu buy it for us."

Qiao Mo spoke softly, pondering for a moment, deciding to refer to herself and Fu Nancheng as aunt and uncle for now.

After all, to Qiqi, his mother was Yu Qianxun.

Besides, he had just been hurt, and might not be able to accept all at once.

Qiao Mo tried speaking several times, yet Qiqi kept looking at the blanket by his feet, unmoving, remaining silent.

Qiao Mo patiently spoke again: "Qiqi, do you remember Auntie?"

"Do you remember going to Auntie’s company to find her yesterday?"

Silence, nothing but silence.

"Auntie had cake with you yesterday, do you remember that, Qiqi?"

Mentioning the cake, Qiqi’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and he hugged himself even tighter.

Qiao Mo was startled, unsure if his reaction was because of what he heard or just a coincidental occurrence.

"Are there any toys that Qiqi likes? Auntie can have someone buy them, okay?"

Seeing him still not respond, Qiao Mo felt a bitter ache in her heart.

Her nose reddening, she gently took him into her arms: "Auntie knows, it must hurt a lot. If it hurts, you can tell Auntie, okay? From now on, Auntie and Uncle Fu will protect you together. No one will hurt our Qiqi again."

Qiao Mo kept talking to herself with him for over half an hour, but all along, Qiqi hugged himself tightly, not saying a word. He was clearly different from yesterday.

Until Fu Nancheng returned, Qiao Mo quickly wiped away her tears and softly said: "He’s not willing to speak at all, could there be something wrong?"