The Mad Young Master Falls Asleep Every Night to My Fragrance - Chapter 48

Jiang Youxi’s injuries were already quite serious, and the emotional turmoil she experienced yesterday when she rushed to find He Zhuo caused insufficient blood supply to her brain, leading to a series of physical ailments.

Given Jiang Youxi’s fever last night, the doctor was concerned about her condition and gave her another full-body examination the next day. Only after confirming that she had no other injuries or infections did they maintain the original treatment plan.

Jiang Youxi remained unconscious for a full day and night.

During this time, the Jiang family members took turns watching over her, their faces full of worry.

“No…stop…don’t hit me…He Zhuo…you’ll die…”

The sound of murmurs came from the hospital bed.

He Zhuo walked over, took her hand, and called her softly.

But the little girl was constantly plagued by nightmares, unable to distinguish between reality and dreams. She gripped his hand tightly, her face scrunched up, her pale face full of worry.

“Xixi? Wake up, Xixi!” He Zhuo gently stroked her face and kept calling her name.

“Don’t die… He Zhuo, if you die… Xiao Xu… Xiao Xu won’t have a father anymore…” Tears streamed down her cheeks, Jiang Youxi looked helpless, “He Zhuo… He Zhuo!!”

Jiang Youxi suddenly woke up and stared blankly at the ceiling above her head.

“XiXi?”

Having lost her hearing, Jiang Youxi could only feel someone calling her name from afar, getting closer and closer.

It wasn’t until a cool hand touched her cheek that Jiang Youxi snapped out of her daze, her round, blank eyes turning to the man.

Upon recognizing the man she had been longing for in her dreams, Jiang Youxi gripped his hand tightly, her face full of worry: “He Zhuo, are you… are you alright?”

He Zhuo flicked the tip of her nose with his finger: “You should be most worried about yourself.”

Seeing that she was about to get up, He Zhuo helped her up and let her lean against the headboard.

Jiang Youxi stared blankly at the familiar handsome face in front of her, worried that it was just a dream, and slowly reached out to touch his cheek.

He Zhuo stiffened for a moment, then followed her lead, pressing his body down even closer to her so that she could touch him.

“Do you believe me now?”

Jiang Youxi finally relaxed and smiled, her eyebrows curving upwards as she nodded in a good mood: “Really, you’re still as handsome as before.”

He Zhuo smiled and tapped her forehead: “Stop being silly. How are you? Is there anything else that’s bothering you?”

Jiang Youxi shook her head: “I’m very happy to see you here.”

She thought he was going to confront Fang Qi again.

It’s good that he’s alright.

He Zhuo tucked her messy hair behind her ear: “I’m sorry, I startled you.”

Jiang Youxi shook her head again, her voice soft and obedient: “As long as you’re alright, that’s all that matters.”

Seeing her adorable expression, He Zhuo couldn’t help but rub her round head: “I’ll go call the doctor.”

The doctor arrived quickly and gave Jiang Youxi another full-body examination. Only after confirming that she was alright did He Zhuo feel relieved.

Jiang Shaoyang and Jiang Xu brought breakfast over and were overjoyed to see that Jiang Youxi was already awake. They hugged Jiang Youxi and burst into tears.

Jiang Youxi’s perfectly good hospital gown was covered in snot from the two of them.

Jiang Youxi looked disgusted and was about to say something when He Zhuo grabbed them and dragged them out.

Bang!

The door closed, and the ward returned to complete silence.

“You…you’re just going to lock them out like this?”

“We’ve already brought breakfast, what do we need them for?”

“…”

What a heartless man!

He Zhuo walked over, sat down, untied the plastic bag, and took out all the breakfast items and arranged them neatly.

Jiang Youxi had just woken up and could only drink some light, warm porridge to soothe her stomach.

After sleeping for so long, Jiang Youxi felt hungry, so she immediately sat cross-legged and stretched out her hands expectantly.

He Zhuo paused, looking at her hands: “What are you doing? Praying for rain?”

“…” Jiang Youxi clicked her tongue, shook her hands to indicate, “I’m hungry.”

“Know.”

Knowing this, why didn’t you bring me the porridge?!

Jiang Youxi shook her hands again, smiling sweetly, “I want to eat…”

He Zhuo slapped her hand away: “I don’t need you.”

He sat down, picked up the porridge, scooped up some with a spoon, blew on it, and then fed it to her mouth: “Open your mouth.”

Jiang Youxi froze, staring at him blankly, somewhat incredulous.

“You…you’re going to feed me?”

“no?”

“I have my own hands, I can eat by myself.” Jiang Youxi said, reaching out to take it, but He Zhuo slapped it away.

“Can’t you just listen to me?”

“…”

Listen to this.

That tone.

You’d think it was her dad if you didn’t know better!

Okay.

Since he wants to feed it, let him feed it.

It’s not a big deal.

Jiang Youxi gave in, sat up straight again, opened her mouth, put the spoon in her mouth, and swallowed the porridge.

He Zhuo continued to feed her spoonful by spoonful, and worried that she would get burned, he blew on it to cool it down before continuing to feed her.

Jiang Youxi accepted his food while secretly glancing at him.

She could hardly believe that the man who was carefully feeding her porridge was the same man who had beaten Fang Qi half to death with his bare hands that day.

His movements were natural and skillful, as if it were his first time doing it.

“He Zhuo, can I ask you something?”

“explain.”

“Have you ever fed someone porridge like this before?”

“have.”

Jiang Youxi was taken aback and immediately lost the courage to ask any further questions.

She said “oh” and didn’t say anything more.

His mother died early, and he didn’t get along with his family. When, where, and to whom did he feed porridge?

Is the person feeding you male or female? How old are they?

A series of questions swirled in Jiang Youxi’s mind, and the more she thought about it, the more agitated she became.

In the end, she actually got angry at her own assumptions.

Jiang Youxi couldn’t help but snort: “Don’t tell me you really have an illegitimate child?”

Besides Jiang Xu, does he have other children?

If there are other children, isn’t that a disguised explanation?

He has another woman?!

He Zhuo was taken aback by her question: “What illegitimate child?”

“No?”

“Jiang Youxi, are you spreading rumors about me again?”

“…”

Jiang Youxi crossed her arms and continued to sneer, “Your movements are very skillful. You can only be so skilled if you often feed children. Since you say you don’t, then why are you so skilled at this?”

He Zhuo glanced at his hands, then smiled as if he had thought of something.

“why are you laughing?”

In such a serious setting and on such a topic, how could he possibly smile?!

I don’t have children.

Jiang Youxi was taken aback: “Really?”

“Fake.”

Jiang Youxi raised her voice: “What did you say?!”

She said, “He definitely has children other than Jiang Xu!”

“I do have a child.”

Jiang Youxi’s face fell: “Who?”

You’d better say it’s Jiang Xu!

“you.”

Jiang Youxi was taken aback: “What?”

“Jiang Youxi”.

“Um?”

He Zhuo put down the bowl, braced himself on the bed with both hands, leaned closer to her, and said, word by word—

“In this life, you are my only child.”