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Huo Yunting coughed and immediately threw a glance at Lu Zhaoyang.
That woman had not told him about it. His pride had him waited until Xue Yuming blurted it out before he started having ideas to investigate it.
And who knew that the results was tempered. It was embarrassment of the highest order if he was to say it out...
No, he could not say it!
Little Huo Xu looked at him in silence, as his big black eyes blinked in curiosity. When he turned his head his wounds throbbed and he hissed. No longer able to hold back his tears, he cried.
Lu Zhaoyang had no intention to explain this to him, and quickly called the doctor over.
Huo Yunting looked on earnestly as the doctor examined his son. In his heart, he was pouring scorn on himself.
He never thought that he, invincible in the arena of business, full of swag and confidence, was rendered speechless by a childâs innocent question.
The doctor was working hard, as he checked the wounds and changed the bandages.
Lu Zhaoyang stood close, as she intently took down the doctorâs advice, fearing that she missed any information.
The wounds were heavy for someone at Xuxuâs age, but thankfully he was seated on the childâs car seat, and had buckled himself in, so his bones were not injured and had gashes all over.
These wounds would heal with time. With the recovery ability of a young one, there would be no sequelae aside from a few scars.
That allowed Lu Zhaoyang to heave a sigh of relief. If the scars are taken care of, there is a chance for them to be removed. Most importantly he was fine.
As the doctor left, someone from the Huoâs household had sent over breakfast.
Huo Yunting had no chance to respond to Xuxuâs question, and could only sit silently beside him as he ate.
Seeing how the mother and son interacted so lovingly, that heart of stone, had finally melted.
âYangyang, Iâm full! Both of you should eat!â
âYouâll be given IV drips later, itâll just be a prick when it goes it, donât you go crying.....â
Lu Zhaoyang put down the bowl as she gave him a forewarning.
âYangyang.....â He did not want to be stuck with a needle!
âBe a good boy, it wonât hurt. If you donât do this, youâll hurt even more later.â She was adamant when it comes to treating an illness.
âAlright.....â He nodded, âXuxu is a strong man, Xuxu needs to protect Yangyang, Xuxu is not afraid of pain!â
âOh you little one, itâs okay to be weak sometimes, daddy will protect you.â
Huo Yunting, upon seeing him so resolute, hated himself more for not finding them earlier.
That misguided decision to give up looking for them, had cost both father and son three years.
âOkay, Unc... Daddy too must protect Yangyang, weâll protect her together!â
The little one, while hurting, still managed to bravely put up a smile.
In the childâs eyes, he could never understand the complexities of an adultâs thoughts, plus he was only three years old.
Even Yangyang had told him that Uncle Yunting was his father, and he had doted on him so much, he would of course accept that fact, plus, having two fathers seemed like a point of pride for him.
âRight,â Huo Yunting deftly put his hand over Lu Zhaoyangâs slender waist, âWifey, you should have something now.â
And that move reaffirmed their relationship in the young boyâs eyes.
Lu Zhaoyang looked down, and glared at his hand.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
That man, he was taking advantage again.
âWifey?â the little oneâs eyes widened. âYangyang, you had never told me before.....â
With that appellation, it simply served to prove everything.