PPS Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Twelve-Year-Old Gu Yusen

Although Chu Zhaoyi’s condition wasn’t life-threatening, it wasn’t good either.

Zhang Anru rushed to Chu Zhaoyi’s bedside immediately after getting off the plane.

Gu Yusen was severely exhausted, and was also unconscious, the IV drip constantly flowing into his body through the tube.

The two boys were placed in the same ward.

Madam Gu looked at her son, who was unusually haggard on the bed, her usually stern face showing some frustration and helplessness.

Forget it.

Let it be.

The children always have to walk their own paths in the future. They have to walk it to know if it’s right or wrong.

“Madam…” Father Gu leaned close to his wife.

Madam Gu sighed and walked up to Zhang Anru. “This incident is partly my fault. If I hadn’t insisted on interfering, A’Yi and San Mu wouldn’t have been in such a bad mood these days that they couldn’t eat or rest well. I am partly to blame for the situation we are in now.”

She wasn’t a fool who refused to back down.

Zhang Anru looked deeply at the abnormal flush on Chu Zhaoyi’s face, and lovingly touched the boy’s hand, which already lacked flesh.

“I really want your family to stay far, far away from my A’Yi.”

“But… but… the affection between the two of them has reached a point where we can’t stop it.”

“As parents, we can only bless them, and silently support and protect them.”

This accident was somewhat due to Gu Yusen’s terrible romantic luck. If it hadn’t been for Mu Xi, Xie Haoran wouldn’t have been able to connect with people on the outside.

She used to think that Xie Haoran’s character was just a little bad. Maybe after more than ten years of reform in prison, he would be better when he came out.

But she forgot, what good could come from the genes of Li Yurong and Chu Yu?

Xie Haoran had Chu Yu’s madness and obsession in his bones, and ultimately hurt his own biological son again and again.

But she had also seen Gu Yusen’s efforts these days. Since the accident, he hadn’t closed his eyes, searching day and night, being more dedicated than Xie Tingyun and Xie Yuyin, his actual family.

Including Chu Zhaoyi’s abnormal silence and behavior for those three days.

Zhang Anru had seen it all.

“I’m sorry…” Madam Gu bowed deeply to Zhang Anru. Father Gu, who was standing next to her, felt sorry for his wife. When had this proud woman ever lowered herself so much?

But wrong is wrong.

“This time A’Yi was affected by our family. We agree to any compensation you want,” Father Gu said seriously.

Madam Gu slapped her husband’s head hard.

If you can’t speak, then don’t.

Saying this now would undoubtedly add fuel to the fire. Their family had just recognized their precious son, and he was so seriously injured. Would Zhang Anru nod or shake her head if you talked about compensation?

If she nodded, wouldn’t that be using her son to exchange for benefits?

The Zhang family, an artistic family for generations, valued face and respect most.

Sure enough, Zhang Anru’s face turned dark, and Xie Tingyun, who was standing next to her, didn’t look too good either.

“My husband can’t speak properly. It’s our fault after all. If you don’t mind, it’s okay to let San Mu be adopted into your family in the future,” Madam Gu pinched her husband’s hand to shut him up.

Zhang Anru’s expression improved a little. Seeing that the two children’s relationship was probably inseparable, and the two people in front of her would be her future in-laws, there was no need to cause such a big conflict.

They could understand Madam Gu’s concerns to some extent, although they didn’t agree with them. Moreover, if it hadn’t been for the Gu family, they wouldn’t know where A’Yi would be now. They might have been kept in the dark for the rest of their lives, raising the son of their enemy as their own.

And this time, it wasn’t her who directly hurt the children.

Since the two of them had already taken this stance, it would seem petty for them to keep dwelling on it.

Zhang Anru waved her hand, looking a little tired, “Then let the children do what they want in the future.”

*

They put the two children in the same ward. Due to Chu Zhaoyi’s condition, he couldn’t withstand the journey, so they didn’t return to A City, but stayed in the hospital here first.

Gu Yusen had a good foundation and woke up after resting for a day after being injured, but Chu Zhaoyi was lying unconscious on the bed.

Gu Yusen, with bandages, touched the messy little red hair of the boy, his eyes full of heartache: “Why haven’t you woken up yet?”

“The patient’s current physical condition is stable, but why he hasn’t woken up… it should be subjective,” the doctor sighed beside him. Chu Zhaoyi’s injury wasn’t serious, but he was too weak and fainted.

“Was he stimulated by something before he was injured?”

Xie Haoran had already been arrested. Gu Yusen had met him once, but Xie Haoran remained silent and refused to say a word.

But Gu Yusen was certain that the two hadn’t met in the back mountain, otherwise, with Xie Haoran’s madness, he would have killed Chu Zhaoyi long ago. He had a gun in his hand.

And the two of them didn’t meet at Mo Jincheng’s villa either.

That is to say, Xie Haoran and Chu Zhaoyi had never met face-to-face.

Moreover, Chu Zhaoyi had never paid much attention to Xie Haoran, and wouldn’t have negative emotions because of such a person.

Gu Yusen stared at Chu Zhaoyi’s pale face for a while.

“A’Yi’s condition was wrong during the three days he was waiting for you. Mason also came to see him and said that he was stimulated, which triggered his previous memories, and this memory wasn’t good,”

Zhang Anru left these words and left with her people, leaving the ward to the two children.

Even though she didn’t want to admit it.

But Gu Yusen was too important to A’Yi. Maybe only Gu Yusen could help him in his current state.

Gu Yusen placed one hand on Chu Zhaoyi’s face, feeling the boy’s weak breath.

Gu Yusen gently stroked Chu Zhaoyi’s cheek, feeling his weak breathing, and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

The silver hearing aid was placed on the head of the bed. Gu Yusen picked it up and put it on Chu Zhaoyi.

He lowered his head, his voice was gentler than ever: “A’Yi, I’m Gu Yusen, I’m Brother San Mu, I’m here, A’Yi open your eyes and look at me.”

“I’ve taken care of everything. I’ll be with you from now on. We’ll never be separated for so long again.”

His forehead gently rested on Chu Zhaoyi’s hand, his voice almost inaudible: “Please… wake up.”

The painful emotions of these days were almost overwhelming him. He, who had always been the pride of the heavens, valued his image, and was even a little narcissistic about his appearance, had a scruffy beard but hadn’t cleaned it up, looking haggard.

The ward was silent, with only the faint sound of instruments.

Suddenly, he felt Chu Zhaoyi’s finger move slightly.

Gu Yusen suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Chu Zhaoyi’s face. The boy’s eyelashes trembled slightly, as if struggling to open his eyes.

Gu Yusen’s heart almost jumped out of his chest. He held Chu Zhaoyi’s hand tightly, his voice trembling: “A’Yi? A’Yi, can you feel me?”

Chu Zhaoyi frowned slightly, as if he had experienced a long dream, and finally slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were a little dazed, his gaze wandered around the ward for a moment, and finally settled on Gu Yusen.

Or perhaps behind Gu Yusen.

Behind Gu Yusen, a twelve-year-old boy was holding a rose and smiling at him.

Chu Zhaoyi looked at that face and smiled.

“Brother San Mu.”

Gu Yusen followed his gaze and looked behind him.

There was no one there.