"When the old man hands over the authority, you must still act according to my plan! Understand?"
Mu Lianjue's tone was definite and did not leave her any room for resistance.
She merely squeaked out, "I understand!"
Recalling something, she carefully asked, "Fourth uncle, you promised me to get rid of Yun Shishi and Yun Tianyou!"
"You don't have to ask me about that. Even if you haven't mentioned it, I'll get rid of them still."
His reply made her feel relieved.
He continued to give her a few warnings before ending the call.
Mu Wanrou looked blankly at the front as she released the hand gripping the phone, letting it drop onto the car seat.
Suddenly, she felt a little beleaguered.
His earlier words absolutely horrified her. She could not shake off the feeling that in this huge downtown area, any of the passersby around her were the men he had sent to tail her!
She clenched her teeth. Holding the steering wheel, she stepped on the accelerator and drove away quickly.
After two days of intravenous drip, Yun Shishi's fever subsided considerably.
In the morning when she awakened, her eyes were greeted by the porridge Mu Xi had cooked and Youyou guarding her bedside.
He accompanied her in the hospital for the past two days.
When he saw her awake, he rushed forward and placed his little hand on her forehead. Feeling that her temperature had finally subsided, his face revealed a relieved smile at once.
"Mommy, your fever has gone down."
Her lips were dry, and when she opened her mouth, her throat made a hoarse sound.
He hastened to hand her a cup of water and then raised the bed a little higher so that she could lean against it as she sat up.
Only after she had drunk a few mouthfuls of water did the discomfort in her throat get relieved considerably.
She lamented, Water is indeed a source of life!
She felt a lot more energetic.
"Mommy, what do I do with you?" The boy helplessly sighed. "You've been hospitalized for the second time in a short span of one month; is this not your year?"
She cried out in aggrieve, "Indeed! My luck is so bad; I even encountered an elevator malfunction. Oh, how unlucky I am."
He helplessly pursed his lips. He brought over the porridge made by her assistant and sat by the bed, feeding her a mouthful at a time.
She had mixed feelings.
On the first night of her hospitalization, although she was groggy, she was still aware that the lad had gotten up in the middle of the night to cover her with a thick blanket.
It was beneficial to sweat during a fever.
However, sometimes, she could not bear the heat and would kick off the blanket.
He would then patiently get up and properly cover her with it again; this repeated for two consecutive days.
Even her assistant exclaimed that she was extremely fortunate to have such a filial son.
She knew it clearly in her heart, too. Hence, when she looked at him, she practically drowned in her guilt.
Upon seeing the blatant guilt on her face, he pretended to be calm as he asked, "Mommy, what expression is that?"
"Youyou, it must be hard on you to take care of mommy."
"Of course! Mommy always kicked off the blanket at night; that's a terrible habit. You're sick now, yet you still don't know how to behave."
"You probably haven't slept well these past two days, right?" She was so remorseful that her tears were on the verge of spilling.
How could she be so lousy? She constantly made her son worry about her!
This feeling was simply terrible!
"I didn't sleep well, so… hmm… I'm a little sleepy now." As he spoke, he rubbed his eyes.
Indeed, for these past two nights, he had not slept well.
Because his sleep was always so shallow, coupled with him worrying that her sickness would make her feel awful at night and that she needed someone to take care of her, he inevitably could not sleep well. The moment there was even a slight movement, he would wake up.