but also from his own parents. 。For this, she had no doubt, it was in line with his style. He would automatically filter out all bad news for her, keeping her living in a naive environment like a vacu...When Han Li returned to the ward, he looked like a frost-bitten eggplant, lacking energy and spirit. His complexion remained pale from last night to this morning. He sat by the bedside, his head bowed as he stared at Han Zhao Yi, lost in thought.

Zhao Tingxing found her like this quite annoying: "What's the big deal, Han Zhaoyi isn't missing any arms or legs, is it If you want to cry, just cry your heart out."

< Han Li lowered her head, only her eyelashes fluttering. >

I cried on the ambulance last night, and then I couldn't cry anymore. All the emotions just kept swirling around and going down. This has been my way for so many years.

Crying doesn't solve any problems, these negative emotions are unnecessary and she shouldn't let them fester.

Just then, Han Zhaoyi woke up after a good sleep. Seeing his father and mother on both sides of the bed, he smiled. Even though the little boy had bled so much yesterday, as long as he wasn't in pain, he immediately became lively and wanted to get up. Han Li was afraid he would get dizzy, so he hurriedly tried to pick him up, while Zhao Tingxing on the opposite side of the bed had the same idea and leaned over to hug him. He was tall with long arms, and coincidentally, he also hugged Han Li.

But this time, he truly wasn't intentional. It was just inertia, he couldn't stop himself.

He's such a stubborn person, once he holds on, he doesn't want to let go. Especially with Han Zhaoyi's giggling laughter, he definitely doesn't want to let go.

Han Li, however, stiffened all over. She straightened herself toward their direction, breaking free from his embrace and helping Han Zhao Yi up at the same time, sitting down on the bed.

She was facing the direction of the hospital room door. After helping Han Zhao Yi sit down, she looked up and saw Jiang Mu standing at the doorway at some point. Their eyes met, and Han Li didn't know what to say.

Zhao Tingxing noticed her change in expression and turned to look at the door, following her gaze.

Jiang Mu smiled as he walked in. He was dressed in formal attire, probably heading to the company but stopping by to see Han Zhaoyi. He also had his usual toy and breakfast from home, sitting beside Han Li and glancing at Han Zhaoyi before handing him the toy.

Han Zhao Yi happily took the toy and said, "Thank you, Uncle Jiang."

"Anything else you want Uncle Jiang will buy it for you after work."

Han Zhao-yi shook his head.

Jiang Mu habitually wanted to reach out and touch his head, but seeing the white gauze wrapped around it, he held back. "Rest well,"

Han Li sent him out the door. Neither of them mentioned what had just happened, Zhao Tingxing suddenly hugging her.

"The doctor just made rounds and will do a checkup later. If everything is alright, you should be able to go home this afternoon," she said.

"Okay, take care of yourself and rest. See you at home tonight." He wanted to say he'd come pick them up this afternoon, but he didn't. He knew Zhao Tingxing would send them back.

"Well."

I was originally just going to see him to the door, but I ended up walking him all the way to the elevator.

"Anything you need to tell me" Jiang Mu stopped in his tracks.

Hani certainly had a lot to say. Han Zhao's injury and the words from both of their families made her question all her past choices, leading to immense self-denial and doubt.

including her relationship with Jiang Mu.

"Right now, it's not the time to discuss this, so I shook my head and said, 'It's fine. You've been working hard lately, there's nothing I can do to help.'"

"Don't overthink it, take good care of the child, see you tonight."

After another check-up in the morning confirmed everything was fine, she was discharged in the afternoon. Zhao Tingxing drove them home.

When they reached their apartment complex, Han Zhaoyi acted like a spoiled child and refused to walk up the stairs himself. He insisted that Zhao Tingxing had to carry him. So Zhao Tingxing scooped him up and carried him upstairs.

This child, probably after being hit, became very clingy. When he got home, he wouldn't let Zhao Tingxing leave him alone.

As expected, father and son share a deep bond. Coincidentally, Zhao Tingxing didn't want to leave either. He's always been independent and stubborn, so if he doesn't want to go, he just refuses to budge.

He stayed downstairs at her building for so long last night because he wanted to figure things out. Looking at all the lights on in the other homes, he also longed for one that belonged to him. Even though he was busy and tired working outside, he still hoped to go home. He hoped to be the one leading his wife and daughter back home, especially since Han Zhao Yi got hurt last night. He wanted to be the first one there to protect them.

So it doesn't matter if Han Li scolded him for being shameless and having no skin, he just wanted to be that way.

Fortunately, Han Li didn't drive him away. After returning, he went back to his study and sat down by himself.

She was looking at the surveillance footage from Toy Room last night, trying to figure out how Han Zhaoyi got hurt. In the video, Han Zhaoyi was holding an airplane model and bouncing around, trying to put it on a high shelf. He bounced for a while and noticed that part of the shelf above wasn't very stable. He tilted his head and seemed deep in thought. After a while, he stood beside the shelf and pushed hard at the row of cabinets, but he didn't have enough strength, so they just wobbled. Then he ran to the front and bounced, hanging onto the rack above and swinging back and forth.

Han Li's heart skipped a beat. What a mischievous child, he was such a worry! As he swung back and forth like on a swing, the model cars on the shelf tumbled down with a clatter. At the same time, the shelf itself toppled over, causing Han Zhao Yi, who was hanging from it, to hit his head hard on the edge of the shelf.

Han Li was trembling as she watched the monitor. Such a mischievous kid!

But then she suddenly had a thought, and hurriedly rewound the video. She carefully watched Han Zhaoyi's expression hanging on the rack. He was intentional.

He deliberately injured himself.

As soon as the thought occurred to her, Han Li felt an unprecedented chill run through her body. She yanked open the doorknob and rushed out of the living room, wanting to punch him hard. Her face was contorted with anger, she raised her hand, but when she saw his wound, she held back, her hand falling limply to her side.

Han Zhao, upon seeing this, cowered behind Zhao Ting's back in fear.

"What are you doing You scared the child." Zhao Tingxing protects Han Zhaoyi the most.

"What did you ask him What did you do to him Come out! Why are you hiding" Han roared, his voice sharp with anger. He was so small, how could he possibly have such thoughts

Is she seeking their attention through self-harm Or is she trying to stop her interactions with Jiang Mu

She could see this, and with Jiang Mu's carefulness, he would surely see it too.

Zhao Tingxing saw that her face was wrong, and Han Zhaoyi tightly clutched his clothes and hid behind him. He must have really done something bad, so he pulled Han Zhaoyi in front of him and asked seriously, "What did you do"

Han Zhaoyi usually wasn't afraid of anything, because the adults had never really scolded him. Now seeing his mother and Zhao Tingxing both so stern, he was truly scared and started to cry loudly.

Han Li was both angry and heartbroken. She was afraid that his actions would affect his wound, but she couldn't be soft-hearted on a matter of principle. So she just glared at him.

"I don't want you to be with Uncle Jiang, I only want you to be with Zhao Tingxing." Han Zhaoyi said through sobs.

Zhao Tingxing listened, his eyes suddenly stinging with warmth, his chest swelling with an unprecedented feeling. The most protective father imaginable, he wouldn't say another word to him at this momente. People jostled each other constantly, their bodies bumping against one another from time to time. Shuting Lan, wearing high heels, fumbled and accidentally touched his waist with her hands for bala...