My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 864: Chapter 848: Do you think he is good?

Chapter 864: Chapter 848: Do you think he is good?

His sister’s obsession with cleanliness was something he feared, so he first helped Dabai wash his face, to avoid any chance of Dabai being seen by his actual mother and being soaked in a disinfectant.

Dabai was already quite pale, there really was no need to use a strong disinfectant to bleach him whiter.

He grabbed his little nephew’s chubby hand, preparing to wash his face, but suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked toward the door for a long while.

Actually, the one who suffers the most is perhaps the mother.

So let bygones be bygones.

After all, who hasn’t suffered in their lifetime, and whose life has ever been completely smooth?

And he would rather endure more hardships now, than struggling with insurmountable barriers when he grows up.

His sister was right, children nowadays face too few setbacks, resulting in poor psychological resilience.

As the future heir of the Tang Family, he absolutely couldn’t allow himself to have such a weak character.

“Uncle…”

Gu Dabai gripped Tang Xincheng’s fingers and rubbed his eyes with a little fist, “Uncle, Dabai is sleepy.”

“Mm, uncle knows,” Tang Xincheng stroked his little nephew’s head, “Let uncle wash your face first, then we can go sleep, okay?”

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“Okay,” Gu Dabai nodded vigorously and held onto his uncle’s hand while trying to keep up with his uncle’s steps with his little chubby legs, but he was wobbling, really just like a little duckling.

Tang Xincheng washed his little nephew’s hands and face, then fed him some water before finally coaxing him to sleep.

Children claim to be sleepy and fall asleep right away.

Gu Dabai had been squinting his eyes while washing his face, looking like he could fall asleep at any moment, and now truly, as soon as he lay down, he fell asleep, with both little hands placed above his head, curled into small fists.

The two children his sister had given birth to were simply adorable.

Tang Xincheng truly adored his two little nephews.

It was just a shame Xiaobai wasn’t here.

Otherwise, if the two could play together, that would have been fun.

He himself didn’t sleep but instead took out his backpack from a cabinet, prepared to review thoroughly, so he wouldn’t fall too far behind in class and risk poor grades on his exams.

The wind outside rustled the leaves, sounding like the speed at which Tang Xincheng was turning the pages of his book, the fragrant paper sliding gently under his fingers.

Only a hint of ink fragrance remained upon his fingertips.

And the speed of his page-turning was incredibly fast; it seemed he went through a whole book in just a few seconds.

It was unclear whether he was speed reading or merely skimming.

Meanwhile, Gu Dabai was still sound asleep, huffing away, with a small blanket covering his little belly.

Tang Xincheng, in his role as an uncle, was nearly as attentive as a nanny, occasionally glancing over to check whether his nephew had kicked off the blanket or woken up.

At the same time, the wind continued to blow outside, bringing with it a hint of coolness that seemed to signal the start of autumn.

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With a squeak, a red sports car stopped at the entrance of the detention center, and then the door opened, Ren Li stepped out.

She removed her sunglasses and straightened her clothes, and carried with her a faint, elegant fragrance as it passed by with the wind.

The perfume was produced in France and was limited edition; not many people owned this particular scent, but Ren Li happened to love it.

So she had always stuck to this one brand, though it was synthetic.

It stood out for its refined aroma, and of course, there was another advantage – it was expensive.

Yes, it was expensive, fitting for a woman of her status; the more costly, the more it seemed to reflect her identity.

Though she preferred the scent that lingered on Tang Yuxin, which was slightly cold and different from those synthetic fragrances.

But to possess that kind of scent also required a certain serendipity, something she could never have in her lifetime.

Nor could Tang Xincheng have it.

If she were Tang Yuxin’s sister, then she might have been a Princess Xiangxiang.

But alas, she had a brother not a sister, so her son was doomed to never be a Princess Xiangxiang, and she was destined to a lifetime of synthetic fragrances.

She sniffed her own sleeve, the scent had faded a bit, almost entirely evaporated — the remaining fragrance actually resembled that of Tang Yuxin’s scent, which indeed was her favorite.

She adjusted her clothes once more before walking in.

Not long after, she was sitting in front of Ren Li’s parents.

When Ren Li’s mother saw her, she almost bit her teeth to pieces with hatred.

In her eyes, the malice was easy to spot, and without a doubt, everyone knew who that hatred was directed at.

Ren Li, siting resplendently before them, her lips painted a fiery red and clad in designer brands, represented such a stark contrast that, for Ren Li’s mother, it was not just a blow but an outrage that made her blood boil.

Ren Li’s father had aged significantly, with more white in his hair than before and even his eyes had grown cloudier.

“Lily…”

His lips trembled, and seeing his daughter now felt unbearably shameful.

“Why do you still call her that?”

Ren Li’s mother’s voice was shrill, “She got us thrown in jail, is that what a daughter does?

To send her own parents to prison, to let her parents serve time.”

As Ren Li’s mother screamed, Ren Li’s father bowed his head even lower, overwhelmed by shame.

Ren Li had already reached a state of inner peace.

Perhaps not long ago, her mother’s coldness and distance might have pained her, but now they couldn’t harm her in the slightest.

Her expression was indifferent, and so was her gaze, as if she faced two strangers.

Ren Li’s mother had wanted to scream again, but faced with Ren Li’s indifferent eyes, she suddenly quieted down, stifling her anger until her face turned blue.

“Lily, is Chengcheng… has he been okay?”

Ren Li’s father asked awkwardly.

His heart had been restless these past few days, or rather, it had been since they had decided to commit the act, already bracing for the consequences, but he hadn’t expected such an outcome.

“You ask if he’s been okay?”

Ren Li smiled, but the curve of her mouth was icy cold.

“Lily…”

Ren Li’s father moved his lips repeatedly, unable to pose the question or speak his mind.

“Haha…” Ren Li was still smiling, but her laughter sent a shiver down Ren Li’s mother’s spine, not knowing if it was the coldness of the place, the weather, or her own heart that had frozen.

“Dad, what do you think could happen to him?”

Ren Li placed her hand on the table and then clenched it tightly, “He nearly had all his blood drained from him.

Do you think he could be okay?

Dad, am I really your child?

Or did you find me somewhere?”