Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Will you both return to the set once Ningning settles?”
Jiang Tingxu hesitated, not knowing how to answer her brother’s question. She glanced at her husband and son before saying, “I don’t think we’re going back. Ningning’s grandparents and great-grandfather are on their way.”
The three elders definitely would not allow Ningning to continue participating in the recording.
It was enough that they were not pursuing the matter with the program team; anymore, and they might not be so courteous.
“Sister, what about you?”
Jiang Tingxu was the doctor on standby. Logically speaking, even if the father and son were to quit, Jiang Tingxu still had a duty towards the rest of the program team.
Though… It did not seem likely for the director to insist on her return.
Everyone now knew she and Mo Boyuan were husband and wife – the cat was out of the bag, quite literally.
Even if the program team did their best to suppress the news, there was no guarantee the information would not make its way into the hands of the press or shameless gossip rags.
Her identity had already been exposed; it was no longer appropriate to take up her previous post with the crew.
It was best to err on the side of caution.
“Boyuan probably won’t return either.”
Gu Ranzhi sank into depression. “I agreed to participate in the shoot because I heard the three of you were going to be there. Forget it. It’s just one episode. It’ll be over by tomorrow at the latest…”
Jiang Tingxu smiled, “Really?”
“I’m done for!”
Ahem.
Ningning fell asleep as soon as the nurse set up the IV drip. Lying on the hospital bed, no one would have equated him to the struggling imp, screaming and kicking earlier.
Mo Boyuan tucked his son into bed, ensuring he would be comfortable as he slept.
He saw the despicable villain conversing with his wife when he turned around. Immediately, he wrapped an arm around his wife’s waist, pulling her away.
“Care to tell me what’s so interesting?” He asked.
Gu Ranzhi’s expression morphed into one of distaste.
“What has it got to do with you? Can’t siblings chat with each other?”
Sparks danced in the air. Sure enough, the two of them were like oil and water, never failing to antagonise each other every time they met.
Jiang Tingxu shook her head helplessly. “Alright, that’s enough out of both of you. We are in a hospital if either of you would care to remember.”
With Jiang Tingxu mediating, the two sworn enemies stopped bickering.
“Brother, you should head on back. Please let them know Ningning will be alright.”
Gu Ranzhi nodded, albeit grudgingly. “Alright, I’ll take my leave then. Call me if there’s anything you need.”
“I will. Thank you. “
After Gu Ranzhi left, Mo Boyuan let go of his wife. Jiang Tingxu made her way to her son’s bedside; a certain someone followed her eagerly.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes.”
It was almost one o’clock; of course, she was hungry.
Mo Boyuan smirked. “What do you want to eat?”
“Something simple.”
What else was there to eat in a hospital?
Nothing worth tasting, he did not think. At most, it would curb one’s hunger.
However, it was only a standard that applied to ordinary people. He, Mo Boyuan, was not like the common folk. It did not matter whether they were in a hospital or not; whatever he wanted to eat would be delivered with a simple call.
“Okay.”
He dialled a number on his phone and fired a rapid stream of instructions.
He may have said ‘okay’, but in reality, he was not. A hospital’s food could not possibly satisfy his tastebuds.
He hung up the phone after making his wants known.
The ward fell into silence. It was quiet, now that Ningning was asleep. No one but the two of them remained.
Mo Boyuan placed his hand on Jiang Tingxu’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. The doctor said that he’d be fine. Trust in the doctor’s prognosis.”
Jiang Tingxu chewed on her lip. “I’m not worried about this.”
“Then what is it that’s bothering you?”
She heaved another sigh. “Do you think our son will suffer any trauma from nearly drowning?”
Mo Boyuan thought through her question carefully before responding.
“He won’t!”
Hmm?
Naturally, he noted the questioning look in his wife’s eyes.
“Those of the Mo family are not so weak-willed to be traumatised so easily!”
