Chapter 197: Chapter 197 This is All a Dream_1
“This is a joyful occasion.”
Meng Yunhan, as usual, cooked dinner, cleaned them up, held Yun Hao’s hand, cuddling their son to sleep.
But the next morning, Meng Yunhan felt someone touching her face and she said in a hazy voice, “Has Little Huzi woken up?”
Yet the hand that was touching her face did not stop. She, reluctantly, opened her eyes, preparing to pick her son up to feed him, and met a pair of bright eyes.
At that moment, she continued to stare at him, blinking not once, thinking she was dreaming. She was hoping for Yun Hao’s recovery.
But now she thinks everything is a dream.
“It must be a dream. I’ll sleep some more. I’ll sleep some more.”
Then she closed her eyes again.
“Wife…,” the voice was husky and grating, barely audible.
Upon hearing this almost whispering voice, she opened her eyes again, reached out a hand to touch, it was warm. Was she not dreaming? Was this real? Was she really awake? Right?
“Yun Hao, you’ve woken up, haven’t you? You’ve woken up, right? I’m not dreaming, am I? You really are awake, aren’t you?”
Meng Yunhan seemed to be questioning herself, as well as the other person.
All of this is not a dream, not a dream at all, he really did wake up.
Yun Hao saw his wife and his heart ached. His body was a bit stiff, having been unconscious, he knew when his wife came in, when she brought him home. Due to not moving for over two months, his body was still somewhat uncoordinated, and he was unaccustomed to using his voice.
Meng Yunhan still felt that all this was a dream, so she shouted out loud, getting another person to validate that this was not a dream, that Yun Hao really did wake up, really had woken up. “Dad, Dad, come quick, come quick?”
Old Zhao had just gotten up and was sweeping the yard when he heard his daughter’s voice. He thought something had happened, dropped his broom, and sprinted towards Meng Yunhan’s room, without a care for anything else, just afraid that something had really happened.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” His voice reached them before he did.
He soon also pushed open the room door, and looking at a pair of bright eyes, he stopped in his tracks, nonplussed.
“Ahao, you’ve woken up.” Old Zhao quickly recovered, his joy shining through, speaking excitedly.
Meng Yunhan glanced back and forth between them, “Dad, I’m not dreaming, am I?”
Yun Hao chuckled, thinking his wife was too cute.
This amused Old Zhao too, “No, no, Ahao really did wake up, this is a good thing, this is a big joyful event, you had your birthday yesterday, and today Ahao has woken up. It’s such a blessing.” Orıginal content can be found at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝙣𝙚𝙩
“Dad, what’s…going…on?”
Although Yun Hao was unconscious, he could hear some things. But his wife used to call old Dad ‘sir’.
“I’ve officially taken Hanhan as my goddaughter, and you are my son in law.”
Meng Yunhan nodded, “Yes, I am Dad’s goddaughter.”
“Hanhan, go cook first,” There are some things he should explain, because he knows there are some things Hanhan won’t tell.
But these are things Yun Hao must know.
Meng Yunhan realized that Little Huzi had not woken up yet. She thought about it – during Yun Hao’s days of unconsciousness, although she took care of his daily life, he might not have absorbed much nutrients.
“Okay.” Meng Yunhan got up to go to the kitchen.
Only three generations were left in the room.