Chapter 262
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Yun Shishi sat on the edge of the bed anxiously. She looked at Little Munchkin's pale face and gritted her teeth. Her heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife.
She reached out and caressed Yoo Yoo's face, but all she felt was coldness.
Yun Shishi frowned, her heart throbbing in pain.
It was so cold, as if there was no warmth at all.
Tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably. Her heart ached so much that she couldn't control herself.
"Youyou …" She called out his nickname softly, but her voice was as soft as a mosquito, for fear of waking him up.
Mu Yazhe stood behind Yun Shishi and looked at Little Munchkin on the bed. His heart felt strangely suffocated at that moment.
What kind of emotions would a man feel when he saw his biological son whom he had lost contact with for a full six years?
He only felt that something was constantly surging in his heart. This kind of feeling was unfamiliar and warm, and it was difficult to describe with any words!
It wasn't the first time he had realized that he was a father.
Back then, when this woman gave birth to Xiao Yichen for him, he, who had always been calm, actually made mistakes in the board meeting.
After the meeting, he rushed to the Mu family's private hospital and took the infant from the nurse. It was so small, with a small head, a wrinkled face, and a pair of eyes that were tightly squinted. It was difficult for the infant's two small hands to hold his index finger.
When he held the child in his arms, the crying child stopped crying in an instant. He waved his arms and hugged his hand. Then, he sucked on his finger out of instinct and started sucking on it.
Mu Yazhe was tickled by the child's interesting reaction, and his eyes were filled with joy.
At that moment, he thought that he was dreaming.
He was a father?
He didn't have a happy marriage, he didn't have a beloved wife. He didn't even have the experience of waiting outside the delivery room anxiously like other men. It was as if a Xiao Bao had fallen from the sky. He had become a father, and he had a son!
At that time, he swore to give this child a warm family.
Even if this family didn't have a mother, he would be a good father.
Mu Yazhe's concept of a father was still that of his own father. But now that he had become a father, he felt somewhat at a loss, helpless, and complicated …
It was his first time holding a child. He stared at Xiao Yichen for a long time, as if trying to find traces of himself on the child's face.
But the child was still so young and his face was wrinkled. Only when he was one month old could he vaguely see that the child's lips were very similar to his, thin and well-defined.
When Little Yichen was a year old, even Grandpa Mu happily said that the child resembled him by seventy to eighty percent.
Logically speaking, a son should be more like his mother, while a daughter should be more like her father. However, Xiao Yichen was extremely similar to him. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was a carbon copy of him.
Now, as he stood in the ward and looked at Youyou, who was lying on the bed, his heart was filled with complex emotions. Compared to six years ago, when he carefully carried a crying Little Yichen in his arms, his feelings were even more complicated.
When the pregnancy report came out that Yun Shishi was pregnant with identical twins, Grandpa Mu was very happy. However, the baby was born prematurely in August. He found out that his younger brother was not breathing when he was born and had died prematurely. He didn't even see the child with his own eyes, but he knew that the hospital had already taken care of the child's funeral.
He was afraid that Grandpa Mu would be reminded of the past, so he didn't pursue the matter further.
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