The Rest Of My Life Is For You

Xiao Liuliu, stop speaking, your daddy is about to cry!

As Nian Xiaomu lifted her up, she hurriedly bade farewell to Shangxin and pulled Yu Yuehan out of the hospital.

Just as the family of three reached the hospital’s main entrance, Yu Yuehan said coldly, “Unless Shangxin is having a daughter, Xiao Liuliu is not allowed to come next time!”

“…”

Nian Xiaomu replied, “Yu Yuehan, Xiao Liuliu only likes younger brothers, you don’t have to be so anxious about it…”

Yu Yuehan scoffed and said, “She thought of keeping younger brothers even before they were born. Can I not be nervous about it?”

His little princess was only three years old!

What is the concept of being a three year old? It should be the age whereby her daddy should be the one whom she loves the most, and she should be sticking around him every day, requesting kisses and hugs.

If by any chance Shangxin really gave birth to a son, and if the inauspicious words that Tang Yuansi said about him being here to kidnap his little princess came true, he would definitely be so p*ssed that he would end up directly in the coffin!

Yu Yuehan turned around and took a glance. Without the younger brother, Xiao Liuliu had again fallen into a deep sleep in his embrace.

Her huge eyes were half opened and she could no longer hear their conversation.

She wanted him to remain calm when this happened?

It’s impossible for him to stay calm!

After they got Xiao Liuliu back to the Yu Family villa, they took her back to her room and placed her down on her bed. Then, Yu Yuehan pulled Nian Xiaomu back to their room and he instructed the butler to bring the medical kit.

“It’s time to change the dressing on your wound.” As Yu Yuehan spoke, he opened the medical kit and retrieved a tube of ointment and some clean gauze.

Nian Xiaomu sat down obediently on the sofa. As she could not move her left arm, she held her cell phone with her right hand and scrolled down the notification bar.

After she had hung up her call with Tan Bengbeng earlier on, she had been busy spending time with Xiao Liuliu and had not had the time to check her cell phone.

The notifications were now full of photos and videos by Tan Bengbeng.

“My grandpa has regained consciousness!”

The moment Nian Xiaomu saw Mo Chengxian with his eyes open in the photos, she turned around agitatedly and looked at Yu Yuehan.

“He has really regained consciousness, there is even a video…”

Nian Xiaomu played the video on her cell phone. Even though the video was not muted, no sound could be heard and only images could be seen.

From the screen, her grandpa could be seen lying on the bed and his pillow was slightly propped up.

Mo Yongheng was wiping his hands and legs with a wet towel.

His sharp eyes were looking in the direction of the camera the entire time as if he was aware that Tan Bengbeng was taking a video.

He even moved his lips slightly.

One could subtly tell that he had called out the name “Xinxin”.

“Grandfather…”

As Nian Xiaomu stared at the old man with fine lines scattered across his aged face in the video, tears filled her eyes instantly.

She subconsciously lifted her arm to wipe her tears away. The moment she moved her left shoulder, however, she felt such great pain that she inhaled deeply.

“Don’t move!”

Yu Yuehan held her down immediately and followed her gaze. When he saw the old man in the video, his gaze became gentle.

“Your grandfather loves you dearly, and I know that you really want to meet him. Even if you are not able to stay by his side to take care of him, you could at the very least personally confirm that he is fine. Then, you could tell him that you are now living a blissful life, right?”

As Yu Yuehan changed her dressing, he opened his thin lips and spoke.

With tears in her eyes, Nian Xiaomu nodded her head forcefully and sobbed uncontrollably.

The next second, after Yu Yuehan was done with wrapping the gauze, he reached out and gently pulled her into his embrace.

“Listen to me, don’t be anxious now. Your grandpa suffered a stroke; he still hasn’t recovered fully, and he could not afford to receive another blow. If you met, he would definitely be unable to control his emotions and that would be harmful to his health. Furthermore, you are still injured; aren’t you afraid that his condition would be affected if he knew that something really bad nearly happened to you?”