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Qi Yanxi lowered her eyes slightly. A dim light flashed in her eyes, but a smile always hung on her face, "Someone that I, Qi Yanzhi, have taken a fancy to, I'm afraid he hasn't even been born yet." She took the clothes and turned around, heading to the bathroom. As she walked, she said, "You should worry about yourself. Mom and Dad are still thinking about carrying a grandson."

He tried his best to remain calm as he fled, but the trace of unconcealed panic was still reflected in Ye Chimu's eyes.

He stood by the bathroom door and listened to the sound of water for a long time. Then, he called out, "Zhixi."

Qi Yaxi quickly turned on the sprinkle, "Hey, what's up? I'm taking a bath." His voice sounded somewhat hasty.

Ye Chimu was silent for a moment before saying, "When did it start?"

"When? Bro, what are you talking about? Wait a minute, where's my bath?"

Ye Chenmu raised his head and raised his voice, "I say, when did you start liking Shen Xi Ming?"

The sound of water quietly came from inside. After a while, the sound of water stopped and Qi Yaxi opened the door, feeling very dry.

She looked up, forcing a smile. "You know all about it?" She knew that she couldn't hide it from her brother.

"I know you too well." Ye Chimu said solemnly.

Qiyan Xi lowered her head and clutched the corner of her clothes like a child who had done something wrong. "I don't want to." His voice trembled slightly.

Ye Chenmu reached out his hand and pulled her into his embrace, "It's not your fault for liking him. It's just that, why do you have to suffer so much for him?"

Qi Zhixi's shoulders trembled slightly, and a large patch of moisture instantly appeared on Ye Chimu's chest.

Following the address given by his sister, Ye Chimu went to a sanatorium on the outskirts of the city. From afar, he saw his father strolling on the lawn while pushing his mother on her wheelchair. The weather was good today, and the sun was warm. Even the biting cold wind did not disturb them.

His father Luo Hao leaned over and whispered something into his mother's ear. A faint smile appeared on his mother's face.

Ye Chen looked at this scene from afar. He only felt that this scene was beautiful and tranquil, to the point that he was unwilling to go up and disturb her.

After a while, his father noticed him and beckoned to him. Then he laughed and began to remove his mask as he walked toward them.

"Mom." He first bent down and hugged his mother, then said to his father, "I'm already wrapped like this, yet you can still recognize me."

Luo Hao smiled as he patted his son's shoulder. Looking at his son who was taller than him, he was slightly gratified. "My own son, how could I not recognize him?"

Seeing her son who she hadn't seen for a long time, Ye Nifei's expression became much more spirited. She held her son's hand and said, "Little Mu, you've been gone for a long time. Are you tired?"

He shook his head and crouched down next to his mother.

Ye Nifei lightly patted her son's head, just like when he was young.

"You are not tired at all, but your mother feels sorry for you. In the future, don't run so far away." As if sensing that she was running out of time, Ye Nifei's tone was actually carrying the coquettish tone of a child. This time, she really did not wish for her son to leave her.

He nodded. "Well, okay, I'll listen to my mother."

He held his mother's hand in his own, and her thin hand seemed very old and bony in the palm of his hand.

"Mom, why did you come to stay in a sanatorium? If you think that the person you are taking care of at home is unsatisfied, you can just invite two more. "

"No, Mom has been sick for so many years, so she should have come to the sanatorium long ago. I was the one who had been reluctant to leave you, so I stayed at home, and your dad had to take care of the company and me, it was hard enough."

Luo Hao put his hand on his wife's shoulder, "Nifei, didn't we agree not to talk about this." As he spoke, he gave his son a look, indicating that he should not bring up this matter again.

They chatted on the lawn for a while. The sun was setting in the west, and the cold winter air had instantly dropped down. The people who had been sunbathing on the lawn also left one after another.

Ye Chimu pulled up the blanket on his mother's legs, then pushed her towards the living quarters.

When she first saw her missing son, she was very happy. But at this moment, Ye Nifei was a bit tired, so she just lied on the bed for a while before falling asleep.

Ye Chimu removed his hand from his mother's hand and gently withdrew it. Then, he placed his mother's hand back under the blanket and softly walked out of the room with his father.

The two of them returned to the lawn. In just a few moments, the sun had already disappeared into the clouds, and the temperature had dropped by quite a bit.

"Dad, tell me the truth. How is mother's body?"

Luo Hao raised his head and looked at his son, "Didn't Yao Xi tell you?"

Ye Chenmu slightly knitted his brows, thinking back to Qi Yanzhi's hesitation that morning. Could it be that it wasn't just for Shen Xi's sake?

"She didn't tell me. Tell me, is mother's body …" However, he was unable to say the following words.

Luo Hao nodded. "Your mother's condition is worsening. The doctor only said that you should accompany her more. Don't provoke her." Saying that, he let out a deep sigh and continued, "Your mother, perhaps she knows it herself, that's why she brought up the idea of moving here. She doesn't want to be at home when …" As he spoke, the middle-aged man in his fifties actually began to choke.

Ye Cheng Mu stood on the spot, looking at his father's slightly hunched back, and said in a low voice, "Dad, I'm sorry." He owed this family too much, and they were destined to be sorry.

Luo Hao turned around, "What did you say?"

The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile. "Nothing." And then he walked next to his father, walking side by side with him.

"Little Mu, you're not young anymore. It's time to find a girlfriend."

However, he did not expect that these words would land on him so quickly. Ye Chimu smiled helplessly, "Dad, if I don't find a girlfriend, I can accompany you and mom more, is that not good?"

"Heh, it's your mother and me who are at fault. I don't know you, and your mind isn't on that matter. I don't know what you're thinking, but no girl can enter your eyes?"

Ye Chenmu smiled, "No, it's because that lady doesn't like me."

"Heh, such an excellent son of mine, I have whatever I want, what I want. That, um, tearing, oh, an intercalary painter, isn't that so, you're handsome, you're talented, and you think girls don't like you? "No one would believe me if I told them that."

Hearing his father's adjective, Ye Chimu could not help but laugh, "Hur Hur, Dad, how can you praise your son so highly?"

"What I said was the truth. It's not exaggerated at all." His father paused for a moment before continuing, "You will tell me everything today. What exactly do you think?"

His father usually didn't care too much about his personal problems, but today, he appeared to be very stubborn. Ye Chimu shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "I've really never thought about this before."

Luo Hao stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at his son with doubt in his eyes. "Little Mu, you can't really be planning to be alone forever, right?"