Vaguely, it seemed like there were chaotic, noisy sounds by his ears. In his daze, he heard a woman’s crying. The voice was somewhat familiar, but before he could recall who it was, he gradually lost consciousness again.
He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious. When he opened his eyes again, his vision was slightly blurry. He blinked, and it gradually became clear. Above him was a pure white ceiling and the glare of harsh lighting.
Turning his head slightly to look around, he saw an IV bottle hanging at the corner of the bed, alongside some unfamiliar medical instruments. It was utterly silent, clearly the middle of the night.
Obviously, this was a hospital.
As his mind cleared, memories began to return. Yang Haoran remembered how he had ended up in the hospital. It seemed he had accidentally injured his lower body. Could it be ruined?
At this thought, a wave of panic surged within him.
This is no joking matter. I’m only sixteen, so young. Could I really become impotent from now on?
What would be the point of living like that?
The more Yang Haoran thought about it, the darker his vision felt, as if his life was plunged into utter darkness.
He couldn’t feel any pain in his lower body. What’s going on? Could it have been… amputated???
Unable to restrain himself, he propped himself up on his elbows, trying to sit up and check.
His movement startled the woman who had fallen asleep, exhausted, by his bedside.
“Haoran, don’t move, don’t move.”
Liu Ruoxi woke up, quickly rising to her feet and pressing down on her son’s shoulders, urging him to lie back down.
Only then did Yang Haoran notice that there had been someone slumped over at the foot of the bedβit was his mother, Liu Ruoxi.
“Mother, am I… ruined?” Yang Haoran asked, his face grief-stricken, voice choked with sobs.
“Don’t think nonsense. The doctor said it’s fine. It’s just a tear in the corpus cavernβ” At this, Liu Ruoxi suddenly stopped short, fully awake now.
How could she speak so bluntly to her son?
She forced a smile and said, “It’s nothing, Haoran. The doctor told me it’s just a strain. You’ll recover after some rest.”
“It’s really fine. Mom promises you.”
Throughout his life, Yang Haoran had never seen his mother speak to him so gently, with a smile on her face.
Was this still his “mother”?
Her unusual reaction made his heart sink further and further.
Now he was completely panicked.
“Mom, is it… still there?” Yang Haoran asked, his voice trembling.
What he feared most was that it was gone. That would mean it was completely over!
Although Liu Ruoxi knew she should maintain her usual cold demeanor toward her son to avoid seeming tooεεΈΈ, faced with her son lying in a hospital bed, she found it impossible to keep up her usual facade.
She gently stroked her son’s wrist and softly comforted him, “It’s really fine. Don’tθ‘ζδΉ±ζ³. Just focus on resting well in the hospital these days. Mom will stay with you.”
“What about the company?” Yang Haoran knew his mother was the CEO of a listed company and was usually very busy.
“Mom has already taken care of company matters. Don’t worry.” Liu Ruoxi understood her son’s concern and explained gently.
If he weren’t lying in a hospital bed, Yang Haoran would have greatly enjoyed seeing his mother’s gentle face. But the price paid for it was too high; he couldn’t feel happy at all.
He still wore a grief-stricken expression.
“Are you hungry? Mom made some congee for you. Would you like some?” Liu Ruoxi said softly, her face full of heartache, as she brought a thermal container from the table.
“No, Mom. How long was I unconscious?” Yang Haoran, still unclear about the extent of his injury, had no appetite for food.
He could only pray inwardly that his mother wasn’t lying to him, thoughηζΊ told him the hope was slim.
“Two days and two nights. You’ve only been on IV fluids these past two days. You should eat something. This is congee Mom made with care. Didn’t you love it when you were little?” As she spoke, Liu Ruoxi opened the lid of the thermal container, picked up a spoon, scooped some congee, and tasted it herself. Finding it still a bit too hot, she carefully blew on it. When she felt the temperature was right, she brought it to her son’s lips.
Yang Haoran had no appetite at all, but seeing his mother’s somewhat haggard face, he couldn’t help but feel a pang ofεΏηΌ. He didn’t need to ask to know that his mother must have been by his side day and night these past two days and nights.
Parting his dry lips, he allowed his mother to carefully feed him the congee from the spoon. A trickle of congee dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his mother meticulously wiped it away with the hem of her clothes, utterly disregarding that her outfit was made of expensive, custom-tailored fabric that cost a fortune.
After having a little, he really couldn’t eat anymore. Seeing his mother offer another spoonful, Yang Haoran slightly shook his head.
“Sleep now. You’re injured and need good rest,” Liu Ruoxi said softly as she put away the thermal container and gently stroked her son’s face.
“I can’t sleep.” Yang Haoran slightly shook his head. Having been lying down for two days and two nights, he wasn’t sleepy at all now.
Gently caressing her son’s face, Liu Ruoxi looked somewhat guilty. She said in a low voice, “It’s all Mom’s fault. Mom shouldn’t have treated you like that.”
“It’s fine, Mom. I’ve gotten used to it over the years.” Her son’s comforting words instantly pierced Liu Ruoxi’s heart like needles. She felt a pain in her chest.
Guilt, like a boundless tsunami, engulfed her.
Her expression became somewhat distant, as if recalling something.
When Haoran was young, she had just founded Yadilan Group. Ambitious and competitive, she was determined to grow and expand the company, busy from morning till night, which led to her neglecting her son’s upbringing. This resulted in him developing a mischievous and unrulyζ§ζ Ό from a young age.
Later, through her painstaking efforts, the company successfully went public. But her long-ingrained habits and naturally cold disposition meant that even afterward, she rarely showed her son a warm expression.
Yet now, thinking carefully, she wondered if she was even fit to be a mother.
Seeing his mother suddenly fall silent, Yang Haoran felt a bit panicked. Had he said something wrong again?
After a long while, Liu Ruoxi snapped out of it. She gazed tenderly at her son and asked softly, as if to herself or to him, “Haoran, is Mom an unfit mother?”
Yang Haoran was taken aback for a moment by the question, but he quickly collected himself. Knowing he couldn’t let his mother continue down this line of thought, he needed toζζ her.
His expression became exaggerated and comical: “Oh~ my beautiful and benevolent mother, how could you think that?”
“To be the son of a fairy, my ancestors’ grave in my previous life must have been smoking with good fortune.”
“Pfft.” Liu Ruoxi couldn’t help but laugh. “Nonsense. What previous life?”
The mother and son chatted in a harmonious atmosphere for a while. However, Yang Haoran’s weakened body couldn’t sustain much energy, and soon he grew drowsy and fell asleep.
Liu Ruoxi leaned close to her son’s forehead. Her delicate, full, red lips appearedζ§ζθ―±δΊΊ as she gently kissed his forehead and whispered, “Sleep, my child.”
It was the closest moment the mother and son had shared in many years.
…
The night passed without incident. By the time Yang Haoran woke again, it was already the third day of his hospitalization.
Opening his eyes, the first thing that greeted him was still thatε·θ³ε¨δΊΊηδΏθΈ. Though she looked somewhat haggard, it couldn’t conceal her beautiful appearance. Instead, the weary look added a touch of softness, a beauty she hadn’t possessed before.
“Haoran, you’re awake. Are you feeling better?” Liu Ruoxi had been watching over Yang Haoran since last night and hadn’t slept a wink.
Now, seeing her son awake again, she felt relieved.
“Mm.” Yang Haoran, looking at his mother’s weary appearance, felt a bitεΏηΌ. “Mom, didn’t you sleep last night?”
“It’s fine. Mom isn’t tired.” Liu Ruoxi shook her head, but the faint dark circles under her eyes betrayed her.
“Lie still for now. I’ll go find Dr. Hao to examine you.” Liu Ruoxi left the room and returned after a short while with a female doctor in a white coat.
Even though the female doctor wore loose hospital scrubs, her impressive figure was still evident. Particularly her ample breasts, which strained against the loose fabric, stretching it taut. The loose clothing actually achieved a tight-fitting effect around her chest area.
As she walked over to him, those ample breasts swayed playfully with each step, captivating the eye.
Her looks were also quite good: a classic oval face, smooth long hair tied up high, eyebrows like kingfisher feathers, skin like white snow, a tall nose bridge adorned with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that added an intellectual softness to her appearance.
Her vermilion lips were full and enticing, reflecting a faint gloss under the light, making one yearn to bite into them and savor their taste slowly.
Both her figure and appearance marked her as a complete beauty.
Yet, compared to the woman beside her, Liu Ruoxi, she seemed like green leaves葬ζing a bright flower.
Liu Ruoxi possessed a devilish figure that was in no way inferior, but with more proportionate curves and a more exquisite face. Herε·θ³ beauty was like an ice beauty stepping out of an ancient painting.
Setting aside the fact that Liu Ruoxi was his mother, Yang Haoran still thought she was as beautiful as a fairy, a celestial being who had descended to the mortal world!