After the divorce, my ex-husband and son lined up to pursue me.

Chapter 102 A sudden awakening
Jiang Xia was so shocked that his breathing became disordered.

"I didn't, I..."

Before he could explain further, the already torn clothes became even more tattered under his large hands. Ignoring her struggles, he clenched his fists and raised them high above his head, ready to plunder and ravage her...

"Don't!"

Jiang Xia's voice, hoarse with panic and shame, choked with sobs as she resisted, "I was wrong, I won't run away... not here..."

The driver and Tao He were sitting in the front. Ruan Muhuai insisted on getting off, so she...

I might as well just die.

Looking at her trembling and terrified face, Ruan Muhuai took a cold breath, knowing that she had learned her lesson. He then pulled her away and threw his coat at her.

"This is what you said."

His threatening words, sharp as poison and icy cold, swept mercilessly towards her: "If there's a next time, Jiang Xia, you'd better think about it."

She knew better than anyone the consequences of doing it again.

Jiang Xia closed her trembling eyelids in humiliation until the car returned to Qiushuiyuan. The driver and Tao He quickly switched cars and left.

Ruan Muhuai strode around to the other side of the car and opened the back door: "Aren't you going to get out?"

Jiang Xia remained silent, her persistent fear and humiliation causing her to panic and feel uneasy. After a long while, she trembled as she slowly moved out of the car, only to be roughly grabbed by the waist by Ruan Muhuai and carried upstairs.

He threw it onto the bed, and the curtains slowly rose under smart control, instantly dimming the light.

Ruan Muhuai stood expressionlessly by the bed, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand. In the instant the shirt was removed, his tall figure loomed over her...

The repeated plundering was like a cathartic release.

The rows of neatly packaged fertility injections by the bedside foreshadowed the torment Jiang Xia was about to endure...

I don't know how much time passed, but dawn had broken in the sky outside.

Completely satisfied and utterly unaware of fatigue, Ruan Muhuai reluctantly took pity on her and let her go. But looking at her peaceful sleeping face as she fell into a deep sleep, he lit a cigarette and leaned back against the soft pillow.

"It hurts..."

"My whole body aches... Am I going to die, Dad?"

In the hospital, Ruan Yuanchao's weak voice, strained to stay awake, was like a nightmare, cutting and piercing Ruan Muhuai's nerves.

“But I haven’t lived enough yet… I’m naughty, I always make you and Jiang Xia angry… That’s why she doesn’t come to see me, right?”

"I was wrong, okay Daddy? I don't want to die..."

"Where's Jiang Xia? Does she not want me anymore?"

……

Ruan Yuanchao called Jiang Xia's name over and over again. Chemotherapy is so painful that even adults cannot bear it, let alone a child who is only a few years old.

Seeing that everyone else had their mothers comforting and loving them, he was all alone, with only his great-grandfather and great-aunt by his bedside. He finally got to see his father, but his mother was still nowhere to be seen.

Even if he made a mistake, it didn't warrant the death penalty.

How could Ruan Muhuai possibly be so heartless at this moment, when it was his own flesh and blood?

Therefore, he truly couldn't understand why Jiang Xia would hold a grudge against his own son! Why would he be so cold and heartless when his child was terminally ill!
"If it weren't for Chaochao..."

He looked at her so close to him, and just because of her running away with someone this time, he had the urge to kill her!

But for his son… Ruan Muhuai stubbed out his cigarette, resolutely pushed her away, got up, put on his bathrobe, and left.

In the hospital.

When Ruan Yuanchao woke up, while the old man on the other bed was still asleep, he tiptoed out of the ward. The children living nearby were all around the same age, and since he wasn't really sick, he couldn't stay still and wanted to find someone to play with.

"Pengpeng!"

He ran excitedly to another ward, pushed open the door and exclaimed, "Wake up! Let's party!"

Pengpeng is someone he met just a few days ago. He also has leukemia, but he has already undergone a bone marrow transplant. However, the rejection reaction was severe, which led to heart failure, and he can no longer walk.

"I'm not asleep, Chaochao..." Pengpeng was barely breathing, but he still grinned at him despite wearing a breathing mask.

His mother was right there, changing his diaper and wiping his body.

"Chaochao is here, but it smells terrible here. Can Chaochao go out first?"

Ruan Yuanchao pinched her little nose in disgust, but she didn't want to leave yet, so she asked, "Auntie, aren't you tired? Why don't you let someone else take care of Pengpeng?"

"Other aunties might not trust me," Mom said with a smile, concealing her tiredness. She added to Pengpeng, "But he's my precious baby! Mom loves my darling Pengpeng the most!"

Pengpeng was so happy that he almost forgot the pain all over his body.

Ruan Yuanchao looked at him... but her little face inexplicably lost its focus.

Back in the ward, he tiptoed onto the bed, picked up the plush toy he'd been hugging while sleeping, and said, "Jiang Xia..."

This doll was hand-sewn bit by bit by Jiangxia.

The old man was already awake. Leaning against the bed, he could tell from the open door that the boy had run to the next room again. He said, "Missing your mother? Are you envious of other people who have mothers?"

"No! I didn't!"

The old man was impressed by the boy's hypocrisy, but he couldn't take it too seriously, so he patiently said, "You saw Pengpeng's mother taking care of Pengpeng? But you were also raised by your mother, who took care of you from head to toe."

“When I was pregnant with you, your dad was a jerk. He kept telling your mom to get an abortion, but she refused and insisted on keeping you… Your dad thought he could hide these things from me, but was that possible?”

The old man was clear-headed and didn't want to cover up for his grandson. He said, "Chaochao, your life... to put it bluntly, has little to do with your father. It was entirely given to you by your mother. How can you not acknowledge her?"

In just a few words, plus what I've seen these past few days about the relationship between Pengpeng and his mother...

This deeply affected Ruan Yuanchao, and at this moment, pain appeared in the little guy's silent eyes.

When Xin Rou arrived with a bouquet of flowers, just like she had done a few days before, the old man and her great-aunt had just been invited to the director's office for a talk.

"Chaochao, Aunt Xinrou is here! Did you miss me?"

Xin Rou placed the flowers on the table, gently sat down on the edge of the bed, took Ruan Yuanchao's little hand and kissed it: "Auntie missed you so much!"

Ruan Yuanchao hesitated and withdrew her hand. "Auntie, I...I've thought it through!"

"Hmm?" Xin Rou was slightly taken aback, but still smiled. "What is it?"

“Aunt Xinrou, you’re very kind, but I still want my mom…” Ruan Yuanchao mustered her courage and realized her mistake: “I don’t want to change my mom, I only want Jiang Xia!”

Jiang Xia is a good cook and dotes on him with gentleness. Although she doesn't know anything and is inferior to Xin Rou in every way, her great-grandfather once said that a son doesn't despise his mother for being ugly, so he can't despise Jiang Xia either!
"Dad and Mom can't be separated! The three of us will always be together. Aunt Xinrou, I'm sorry I can't give my dad to you."

Xin Rou froze awkwardly, her expression instantly changing.

(End of this chapter)