Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Nonetheless…
The little imp was still no match for the Devil!
While his son and brother-in-law negotiated a truce, Mo Boyuan procured the restroom key.
Hehe…
Ningning, who thought himself safe behind the locked door, did not know his father had secured a way to get to him. At this time, he was still debating whether to trust his uncle or not.
Could he trust his uncle?
He leaned against the door, hoping to hear what the adults outside were doing. Slyly, he called out to his uncle. “Uncle~”
“Kacha!”
Before Ningning had the chance to react, the door was flung open, and he found himself dangling in the air. In his face was his father’s scary expression.
What was going on?
Did not he lock the door?
Mo Boyuan sneered at his son.
The little boy shivered in fear, his eyes darting furtively around the room, searching for some way to escape.
“Haha… D-dad, that…” He was so scared he stuttered.
In the end, Jiang Tingxu could not bear to watch her son flail about so helplessly any longer and interrupted the duo.
“Mo Boyuan, you can have a nice, long chat with our son afterwards. Bring him here for the time being.”
Mo Boyuan acquiesced, carrying his wayward son over.
In desperation, Ningning turned to the only person in the room who could save him and pled plaintively, “Uncle! Uncle! Save Ningning!”
With his mother and father in cahoots, his uncle was the only trustworthy adult in the room.
Ningning could trust no one else. Even his mother had fallen prey to his father’s evil influence. The two of them were bad, bad people!
Contrary to his hopes, however, Gu Ranzhi did not so much as lift a finger to save him. Gu Ranzhi loved his nephew dearly, but there were still boundaries he had to respect. It would not be right for him to go against his sister’s wishes when they were in Ningning’s best interests.
Ningning watched on with tear-filled eyes, feeling betrayed as his uncle allowed his horrible father to carry him away.
Mo Boyuan dropped his son unceremoniously on the hospital bed and held him down. Earlier, it was his mistake for not doing so, which had allowed his slippery imp of a son to run and hide in the restroom.
Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. Mo Boyuan was not about to make the same mistake a second time.
He ignored his son’s cries, and the woebegone expression etched on his face, signalling the nurse to proceed. “You may insert the IV Drip.”
“Ah… okay.”
The nurse wheeled the stand over quickly. Her actions were assured and practised. In a matter of seconds, she was ready.
The approaching nurse looked like the Grim Reaper to the young boy’s fear addled mind. Sensing his impending doom, Ningning thrashed in place, crying and howling miserably. “Help! Help!”
Ningning was so loud that even those outside the ward and in the corridor could hear him. At first, they thought something terrible had happened, but the notion was dispelled when they learned it was just a child receiving an IV drip.
Mo Boyuan held his son down, seemingly deaf to his son’s wails.
“Mo Zhining, if you’re smart, Don’t move. Be good, and it’ll be over before you know it. Otherwise, the nurse might have to poke you more than once.”
Indeed, it is important not to struggle when a nurse or doctor inserts a needle into a vein, lest they need to redo the process all over again.
Frightened by the prospect of being poked more than once, Ningning stilled.
He would rather be poked once than twice, after all.
He did not want to feel the pain twice over.
Jiang Tingxu sighed in relief, thankful that her son was no longer making a fuss. Softly, she whispered to her sibling, “Brother, do you still want to go back and finish the recording?”
Gu Ranzhi nodded.
There was no need for him to remain when both of Ningning’s parents were around.
“I’ll stay a while longer.”
As Ningning’s uncle, he wanted the best for his nephew. He would not feel at ease unless he knew Ningning would not cause another scene.
So, at least until his nephew slept, he would remain..