Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 917 - 926: Brothers (13)

When Qiao Mo heard this, her nose tingled with emotion. She couldn’t bear it. Just thinking about how Yu Qianxun treated him made her heart ache unbearably. She quickly held him and responded, "Okay... we’ll sleep together. From now on, Mommy will sleep with Qiqi every day."

"I want to hear a story." Qiqi blinked his big watery eyes at Qiao Mo, looking particularly pitiful.

He truly wanted to hear a story from Mommy.

He had never heard Mommy tell a story since he was little. Last time, when Mommy told him a story, he couldn’t bear to sleep.

But he was also scared that if he didn’t sleep, Mommy would dislike him.

"Me too! I want to hear a story too!" Chenchen raised his hand in agreement.

"Alright, from now on, Mommy will tell you stories every day... okay?"

A few minutes later, the two children, dressed in pajamas, climbed onto the big bed that originally belonged to Fu Nancheng and Qiao Mo. Qiao Mo leaned on one side, turned on the bedside lamp, and began reading stories to them in a soft voice.

Although it was late, after all the fuss just now, the two kids were no longer sleepy.

Fu Nancheng was helpless. He watched as midnight came, clearly a good time for some exercise, yet he had to stay here and listen to stories with the two kids. His mood couldn’t be worse.

What made it worse was that the kids occupied the bed that should’ve been his, so he got up to deal with work.

As time passed, Chenchen fell asleep first, but Qiqi was still listening attentively. Until another story ended, Qiqi stared at Qiao Mo for a long time before finally whispering, "Mommy?"

"Hmm?" Qiao Mo responded warmly, after all, she had hardly heard Qiqi call her Mommy.

Qiqi hesitated for a long time and softly asked, "Are you really my Mommy?"

Qiao Mo nodded, a hint of heartache flashing in her eyes. She gently stroked his head, "Yes, I am Qiqi’s Mommy. You’re the child I carried for months."

As if fearing Qiqi wouldn’t believe her, Qiao Mo lifted her pajamas, revealing a scar on her belly, and gently said, "Do you see this? This is the proof from when Qiqi was born.

Qiqi stared blankly at Qiao Mo’s belly, where a brown scar was visible.

He cautiously reached out, placing his hand on her belly, and softly asked, "Does it hurt?"

Qiao Mo kissed his little face, "It doesn’t hurt. You’re the gift that fate brought to Mommy. Mommy lost you for three years, which caused you so much harm. So, are you willing to forgive Mommy?"

Qiqi looked at Qiao Mo and seriously nodded.

How wonderful, it turns out that the so kind-hearted Aunt Qiao Mo is his mommy.

"Mommy, will you celebrate my birthdays with me from now on?"

"Of course, from now on, Daddy, Mommy, and your little brother will all celebrate your birthdays with you. We’ll go out and play, visit the amusement park Qiqi likes, and have the cake Qiqi enjoys." Qiao Mo’s eyes were moist with emotion.

She didn’t need to think hard to understand that Yu Qianxun’s long-term coldness, and even abuse, made Qiqi sensitive and timid.

He feared losing everything, losing his mommy. Facing the unpredictable Yu Qianxun, he probably lived cautiously all these years, always afraid of upsetting his mommy.

Qiao Mo sighed softly. It’s amazing that Qiqi remained so kind and sensible even around someone as twisted as Yu Qianxun. She’s very satisfied with that.

Fortunately, he’s still young. Presumably, in a couple of years, he’ll gradually recover.

Qiao Mo told Qiqi another story, and only then did he gradually fall asleep.

Watching her child, Qiao Mo still felt a bit surreal. Has he truly returned to her side?