Yata Road

Chapter 335 - 306: She is the one I picked up by the roadside

Chapter 335: Chapter 306: She is the one I picked up by the roadside


Bright sunlight shone on him, faintly enveloping his charming features. His freshly washed hair was still dripping water,


"You’re awake, how about sleeping a bit longer?"


Gu Qili hurried over, took the towel from his hand: "Why did you get out of bed, and even took a shower, did the doctor approve?"


"It’s fine, it was just a fever, it has subsided a bit now."


Gu Qishi touched his forehead, disapprovingly pushed him back onto the bed to lie down, and covered him with the quilt: "You still have a fever, don’t move around, tell me what you need, I’ll get it for you."


Tang Tianyou really enjoyed being taken care of by her like this. He leaned against the headboard, casually stretching his arms, and gestured with his mouth downward toward his stomach: "Miss Gu, I’m hungry."


"Got it, what would you like to eat?"


"Porridge, I don’t have an appetite for much else."


Gu Qili dried his hair for him, then placed his phone beside his hand, before taking her wallet and going out to buy food.


The hospital food isn’t tasty; she knew there was a good porridge shop nearby.


Just as she stepped out the door, Gu Qili suddenly remembered Qini; yesterday, she accompanied Qini to a speech competition, but midway, she received a call from Xiong Da and hurried to the hospital. At that time, she was so worried about Tang Tianyou’s safety that she completely forgot about the speech competition.


Gu Qili ruffled her hair in annoyance—Qini must be very disappointed. She had promised to stay with him till the end, his father doesn’t care much about him, and now she also abandoned him halfway. The poor little guy must be very sad and upset.


Gu Qili didn’t have Qini’s phone number, only that of Uncle Yu; she pondered for a long time whether to call that number. She and Qini had just met by chance, perhaps they might never meet again, but the somewhat snobbish, somewhat ill-tempered, yet actually kind-hearted kid made her feel extremely reluctant to break contact and to let him be sad.


Gu Qili didn’t understand what was happening to herself, it seemed like there was some mysterious force compelling her to keep wanting to reach out to Qini.


In the end, she took out her phone, found Uncle Yu’s number, and after thinking for a long time, she composed a text message: "Uncle Yu, hello, may I talk to Qini on the phone?"


At the dining table, father and son sat opposite each other, the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, while Uncle Yu, frightened, slipped into the kitchen.


The master returned suddenly yesterday, and the young master also came back; as a result, the two started a cold war, neither speaking to the other. This low pressure continued until this morning, and it seems the father and son have no intention to end the cold war.


As Uncle Yu was lamenting, his phone suddenly rang. After a glance, Uncle Yu peeked at the young master sitting there drinking milk.


Then glancing at the man across, who was coldly reading the newspaper, Uncle Yu wisely retreated back into the kitchen.


After eating, Mu Qinian hopped down from the chair, planning to take his bowl and cutlery to wash, but halfway there, a chilly voice floated from behind him: "Leaving just like this after eating, where are your manners?"


Mu Qinian discreetly grimaced and said very perfunctorily: "I’m full."


"Where have you been these past few days?" Mu Shuoqian put down the newspaper.


"Didn’t Uncle Yu tell you?"


"Your Uncle Yu believes you, do you think I’ll be deceived by you too? When did you get so close to your French class teacher, so close that you need to sleep over at her place?"


Mu Qinian, still holding his bowl, heard him bring up this matter, his face turned dark and his eyes reddened. Ali clearly promised to be with him, but she ended up breaking her promise. All these adults are the same, thinking he’s just a child easy to bully?


Mu Qinian wiped his eyes, his voice carrying a few sobs: "I went to Ali’s place, she’s not my teacher, I picked her up from the roadside."


Mu Shuoqian was utterly confused—what Ali, picked up from the roadside, a pet?


"You’re getting bolder now, even daring to play the runaway-from-home game with me, what’s this about the speech competition, why did you purposely forget the words?"


"I just didn’t want to win first place, if you like the certificates so much, let them be your son, I’m not your real son anyway..."


"Mu Qinian." Mu Shuoqian slammed the newspaper on the table, causing several bowls to jump.


"Hmph." Mu Qinian turned and slammed his bowl on the table, then ran up the stairs with small steps.


Mu Shuoqian felt his temples throbbing with pain. As severe as he was with Mu Qinian, he never laid a hand on him; this was the first time he had the urge to drag him over and give him a good beating.