After the two left, Linda still slumped on the sofa, staring blankly into space.
She recalled the events of tonight. It was like a dream.
If Jin Hui hadn't suddenly warned her not to cause any more trouble for him, how could she have been bullied by these two bumpkins?
The more Linda thought about it, the angrier she got. Clearly, it was all Meng Nianchu's fault. Why was it always the people around her who got hurt?
However, upon hearing that Mu Junze was injured, Linda was still very worried.
But perhaps this was also an opportunity? Linda gloated inwardly. She still harbored some old feelings and wanted to take this chance to curry favor with Mu Junze.
Thinking this way, Grandma Sun's visit tonight wasn't in vain. At least she brought some decent news.
First, Mu Junze was seriously injured, although it was all her doing.
Second, Father Meng had regained his speech ability and spoken. This also meant that Father Meng and the others now knew everything that Grandma Sun and she had done.
At this thought, Linda silently thought that if she wanted to visit Mu Junze, she had to wait until Father Meng was discharged from the hospital.
Otherwise, if she met Father Meng, the situation would be extremely awkward, and she might even be in danger.
Well, Linda checked the time. It was already very late.
What a night full of events...
Looking back, Linda even felt a bit speechless.
Forget it. It's time to go to bed.
...
Early the next morning, Father Meng got up early. After washing up, he went out to buy breakfast.
He was afraid that Mother Meng would wake up hungry in the morning, so he specially bought her favorite millet porridge and deep - fried dough sticks.
Although he didn't know if she would wake up in the morning, he was sure that she would.
Perhaps the aroma of the deep - fried dough sticks and millet porridge was too strong. Mother Meng's eyelids fluttered, her mouth opened slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
"Old woman, you're awake?"
Seeing Mother Meng open her eyes, Father Meng was startled and anxiously asked.
"Old man, what smells so good? I'm hungry." Mother Meng's tone was gentle. Maybe because she had just woken up and wasn't fully awake yet, her voice also sounded a bit weak.
For some reason, Father Meng's eyes turned a bit red. Although he knew that Mother Meng was just sleeping and there was no life - threatening danger, her waking up really made him feel relieved.
"What smells so good? Look," Wang Feng said, pointing at the breakfast on the table. "Millet porridge and deep - fried dough sticks. I bought them specially for you. They're your favorites."
"Ah?" Hearing this, Mother Meng curiously tried to sit up and look around. But before she could get up, she let out a scream.
"Ouch, ouch..." When she felt the pain in her leg, she realized that her leg was broken.
Seeing Mother Meng like this, Father Meng quickly said, "Don't move, don't move. Your leg is injured. You can't move for now. I'll feed you."
Hearing Father Meng say this, Mother Meng's face blushed slightly. "We've been married for so long, and you still say such things. Aren't you ashamed?"
Mother Meng scolded playfully, "Old man, you don't care about your reputation, but I do."
Hearing Mother Meng say this, Father Meng laughed heartily and then said, "Yes, we've been married for so long. Why should we be so formal? Come on, I'll feed you."
As he said this, Father Meng picked up the millet porridge on the table, opened the lid, skimmed the oil on the surface with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew on the rising steam, and then brought it to Mother Meng.
The whole process was smooth and yet meticulous, which surprised Mother Meng.
For so many years, he had been busy with work and never had much time to accompany her and their children. Even when she was pregnant and giving birth, he wasn't by her side.
She remembered that the last time he took care of her was more than 20 years ago when Nianchu was just born.
It was raining heavily that day. He had just come back from a business deal, his hair all wet.
Just like now, he sat beside her hospital bed, blowing on the steam from the chicken soup while feeding her.
With his wet hair, he didn't look like a father at all. Instead, he looked like an upper - classman who skipped class to take care of a sick schoolmate.
In a blink of an eye, so many years had passed. Nianchu had grown into a young woman, found a good husband, and was even pregnant.
Of course, both she and Father Meng were old.
At this thought, Mother Meng's eyes turned red, and tears unconsciously slid down the corners of her eyes.
Seeing Mother Meng like this, Father Meng anxiously asked, "What's wrong, old woman? Is the porridge too hot? Did it burn you?" Father Meng thought for a moment. It seemed wrong, so he then asked, "Is the steam too strong and irritating your eyes?"
Hearing Father Meng's silly questions out of concern, Mother Meng couldn't help but find it funny.
"What kind of questions are these? They're so ridiculous." As Mother Meng said this, the corners of her mouth twitched into a smile.
Maybe it wasn't Father Meng's words that were funny, but this moment and this scene that made her feel extremely happy.
Seeing Mother Meng smile, Father Meng also unconsciously let out a few silly laughs.
The way they flirted with each other didn't look like that of an elderly couple at all. Instead, they looked like young people, or rather, teenagers.
This scene really made Meng Nianchu beside them envious.
In her childhood memories, her father was always very busy and never at home. Most of the time, it was just her mother taking care of her.
She had fantasized about this kind of scene countless times. Sometimes on her birthday, sometimes on her mother's birthday, and sometimes just during ordinary holiday gatherings.
But in these 20 years, this kind of day had never happened.
Maybe it had, but she just hadn't seen it.
She really hoped that she and Junze could be this happy in the future.
Meng Nianchu thought silently.
But when she turned around, she was still disappointed as she looked at Mu Junze, who was still in a coma.
"People will be very weak due to excessive blood loss. It's normal to be in a coma for a few days."
Meng Nianchu remembered what the doctor had told her. She could only helplessly shake her head. All efforts were in vain now. She could only wait for Mu Junze's body to recover so that he could wake up.
At this moment, she felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness. She could only occasionally wipe the sweat off Mu Junze's body and limbs.
All she could do besides that was to accompany him.
Meng Nianchu's mood at this moment was exactly the same as Father Meng's.
For so many years, it had always been Mother Meng taking care of the family. For such a long time, it had always been Mu Junze protecting her.
And this time, let me take care of you!