Chapter Twenty-Eight: It Was My Own Carelessness

"Sister, don’t blame her. It was my own carelessness," Jiang Hu said, his face showing both strength and restraint.

"I... I... I’m sorry," Bai Wei’s face was pale. Her mind was blank; she couldn’t even recall how she had hurt Jiang Hu.

"Let’s go back and take care of the wound. Miss Bai, please excuse us," Mo Nian Nian suppressed her anger.

She had thought Bai Wei was decent, but watching the whole scene unfold, it seemed Bai Wei truly had no feelings for their little one.

And she had hurt Jiang Hu.

Though it wasn’t intentional, Mo Nian Nian still felt distressed.

Fortunately, Jiang Hu’s wound was not deep. After a quick bandaging at a nearby hospital, he was fine.

Jiang Hu followed Mo Nian Nian obediently, comforting her, "Sister, I’m alright. She didn’t mean it. It really doesn’t hurt."

Mo Nian Nian’s face was stern. "Quiet now. Rest and don’t talk."

Was this little one destined for disaster? He’d been plagued by sickness and mishaps lately.

"I want to talk to you, sister," Jiang Hu said, acting like a spoiled big cat, stubbornly pressing his head onto Mo Nian Nian’s shoulder.

"Sister, knives are so dangerous. How could she play with one so carelessly? Luckily you weren’t hurt, or I’d be truly heartbroken."

With Jiang Hu’s words, Mo Nian Nian’s dissatisfaction with Bai Wei deepened. Bai Wei was too impulsive, not suited for their little one.

Their little one was already delicate and sickly. Bringing in someone so reckless—how would they get along?

Mo Nian Nian felt troubled, finally understanding why mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships were so tricky.

"Sister, does she hate me?"

"Sister, am I really so unwelcome? Other than you, nobody likes me."

Jiang Hu leaned on Mo Nian Nian’s shoulder, hugging her tightly in his disappointment.

Mo Nian Nian said, "Who told you that? They just don’t know what’s good for them."

What was wrong with their little one? He was considerate, sensible, handsome, knew how to cheer people up, and could earn money to support the family.

The more Mo Nian Nian thought about it, the more perfect their little one seemed.

Jiang Hu still looked dejected, snuggling up to Mo Nian Nian, "Sister, I only have you."

Wasn’t he the epitome of a pitiable soul? Mo Nian Nian clicked her tongue twice. "Alright, I get it."

The all-seeing system kept silent, even wishing it could learn the art of tea from Jiang Hu.

[System, isn’t there a female lead in this little world?]

[No. If there were, the male lead wouldn’t have destroyed the entire world.]

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[This is tough. Is Jiang Hu doomed to live out his days alone?]

[This system doesn’t know either.] The system quietly added, But at least you’re here.

Because of this incident, Mo Nian Nian put aside her plans to help Jiang Hu find a girlfriend. Their little one was just too delicate; she needed to be cautious.

However, his clingy temperament needed changing.

Taking advantage of the winter break, Mo Nian Nian signed Jiang Hu up for a winter camp, hoping he could make more friends.

She’d analyzed it—Jiang Hu probably had too few friends, which made him so solitary and so attached to her.

Enduring the sorrow of eating takeout every day, Mo Nian Nian saw him off.

The little one seemed angry. On the day he left, he didn’t say a word, his face dark and menacing.

If it weren’t for his future, Mo Nian Nian wouldn’t have taken on such a thankless task.

Truth be told, with Jiang Hu gone, Mo Nian Nian felt unsettled everywhere. No one to bring tea, wash clothes, cook, or ask after her well-being—she had to do everything herself.

But that was minor. Mo Nian Nian was used to having that pampered darling glued to her at all times. Now, with only herself left, the whole house felt empty.

Worse, the system kept singing Jiang Hu’s praises in her ear.

Annoyed, Mo Nian Nian muted it, giving it a twenty-four-hour silence package.

The system whimpered, biting its handkerchief. It didn’t mean to, but the moment the male lead left the host, the malice value shot up, reaching fifty in just a few hours.

It hadn’t even figured out how to break it to the host before being silenced.

Poor system, so aggrieved, saying nothing at all.

The weather grew colder. That night, snow fell thickly across the capital. Mo Nian Nian curled up on the sofa, instinctively calling, "Jiang Hu, help me—"

She’d barely spoken when she remembered Jiang Hu wasn’t home, so she slowly got up to fetch a blanket from her room.

Even wrapped in the blanket, the cold wind still pierced her. The window was open, no wonder the heater was useless. Shivering, she got up to close it.

Glancing downstairs by chance, she suddenly noticed a familiar figure.

Looking closely—it really was familiar!

At some point, Jiang Hu had returned, crouching outside without coming up, in this biting cold, under heavy snow!

What was he thinking?

Mo Nian Nian was nearly furious enough to forget her coat, rushing straight downstairs.

"Jiang Hu!" Mo Nian Nian’s voice was thick with anger. The little one was dusted with snow, who knew how long he’d been waiting there. She was livid!

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Jiang Hu slowly looked up, hardly daring to believe it. After a long moment, he called out softly, "Sister."

"Aren’t you supposed to be in the southern suburb right now? Why are you here?"

"I sneaked back. I’m sorry."

"You came back and didn’t go upstairs? Proud of yourself?"

Jiang Hu lowered his head. "I thought... you didn’t want me anymore."

Mo Nian Nian felt a headache coming on and didn’t bother arguing, dragging him upstairs.

Who knew how long this little one had been waiting outside, frozen solid like a block of ice.

Once home, Mo Nian Nian tossed him a blanket to wrap up and cranked the heater up over thirty degrees, finally able to look at her troublesome little one.

Honestly, when the demon tribe attacked the heavens, she hadn’t felt this vexed.

Are children these days always so difficult?

Before she could speak, Jiang Hu suddenly rushed over, throwing himself into her arms, holding her in a way that was almost binding. "Sister, don’t abandon me."

He pleaded desperately, lowering himself as much as possible.

"When have I ever abandoned you?"

"Sister, please, don’t leave me alone." He clung tightly to Mo Nian Nian, and she felt warmth and dampness—was he crying?

Mo Nian Nian was stunned. She had no idea why Jiang Hu was so deeply affected.

Perhaps this child simply lacked a sense of security, misunderstanding her intentions?

Mo Nian Nian gently patted his back. "I promise, I’ll never leave you alone. I guarantee it."

"Sister, do you swear?"

"Yes, I swear. I’ll never leave Jiang Hu alone."

After all, she still intended to find him a wife.

Jiang Hu’s eyes curved in a smile, hugging her even tighter. "I understand. I love you most, sister."

Truly, never abandon him, never let him go—if she did, he’d lose his mind.