Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie's Dearest Beloved Wife - Chapter 1473
Chapter 1473: Time Leaves a Warm Feeling
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The moment Xiajun Zihao came into the ward, he said out loud in a clear and crisp voice, “Auntie, I’m here to visit you.”
The moment Yun Bixue saw that it was Hao’er, a brilliant glow flashed across her eyes. “Hao’er, quick, come over. Let Auntie take a look at you.” Yun Bixue liked this child. When she saw him, her mood got better as well.
When Xiajun Zihao walked over obediently to Yun Bixue’s side, he blinked his big, clear eyes and asked, “Auntie, are you sick or not feeling well? I can help you blow on it.”
When he said that, he even took Yun Bixue’s hand and started blowing on it.
Yun Bixue almost melted from Hao’er’s cuteness. This child was so mature. Even though he was only five years old, he knew how to please women already. What more when he grew up?
What a lovely child. Yun Bixue pulled Hao’er’s small hand and felt that he was exceptionally adorable.
“Hao’er is so smart. Your blowing healed Auntie of all her sickness.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Hao’er is very good. Whenever Auntie sees you, Auntie would always feel good, so my health will be good too. I will be discharged from the hospital soon.”
A child’s heart was pure. When Yun Bixue said that, Xiajun Zihao believed it and even smiled happily. He was really happy that he could do something for Auntie.
“Auntie, Auntie, is my younger sister okay?”
Yun Bixue paused for a moment before looking at her own stomach. “She’s very well. She can come out and play with you after nine months.”
“Then I will give all my toys to her.”
Yun Bixue felt really touched at that moment. She could tell at one glance that Hao’er was a really mature child. He was not selfish at all.
In current society, many children did not like to share their toys with other people, so she was really touched when she heard Hao’er say that.
“Hao’er, how did you know Auntie was here?”
“After school yesterday, I asked Daddy to bring me to Auntie’s house, but we didn’t see Auntie. The Uncle beside the door told me that Auntie had been hospitalized. Daddy helped to check, and that’s how I knew that Auntie was here.”
“What a good boy. Do you listen well and learn well in school?”
“Yes. I got to know many friends, and it’s much more fun than being at home.” In the past, Xiajun Zihao only followed his father and rarely went out to play. It was also that time when he got lost, which made Xiajun Yanli realize that the child still had to interact with the outside world, or else his heart would really be too fragile.
“Do you have any interesting stories? Tell Auntie about some of them, okay?”
Xiajun Zihao clapped his small hands and agreed enthusiastically.
When Xie Limo came back, he saw the pair laughing and talking happily and even clapping hands.
The sunlight shone through the window panes on both of them, as though the brightest luster shone on them. They looked bright and warm, and looking at them warmed one’s heart.
Times like these were peaceful and heartwarming.
Xie Limo stood at the doorway and watched them quietly for a while. He did not go in to disturb the pair.
When the servant brought food over, Xie Limo brought it in and saw Hao’er lying asleep in Yun Bixue’s embrace.
Seeing that Xie Limo came in, Yun Bixue put a finger to her lips and hushed so that he would take light steps to avoid waking the child up.
Once Yun Bixue said that, she did not look at Xie Limo anymore. She only looked down and lightly patted Hao’er. She even hummed a light tune, as though it was a lullaby.
Xie Limo let out a silent chuckle. He put down the food and walked over to stroke Yun Bixue’s hair. He bent over and said in her ear, “I’m losing my status more and more now.”
Yun Bixue paused for a moment. What did he mean by losing his status?
When she looked up and saw the glimmering passion in Xie Limo’s eyes, her heart skipped a beat.
Xie Limo raised his finger and pointed to Hao’er before pointing to Yun Bixue’s stomach. He meant that his status in her heart was becoming less and less important now.
