Chapter 2: It’s Really Her Son

Her head was throbbing, and strange and fantastic images kept swirling in her mind, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, eventually merging together, only to become fragmented again.

“Wuwuwu, Yaoyao…”

A small but persistent force was shaking her body, a childish voice with a crying tone, intermittently reaching her ears.

Sometimes calling “Mama”, sometimes calling “Yaoyao”.

Then there was a jumble of chaotic voices.

“This has nothing to do with us, who told this dead girl to run around all the time! We were kind enough to send her back! Don’t say anything wrong when your dad comes back!”

“Mom, what are you saying, it’s not our business!”

“Besides, how long has Jiang Han been gone, maybe he’s dead out there, what’s there to panic about, who will care about them mother and son in the future!”

Another voice, lowered, sounded.

Hu Yao felt familiar, she struggled to open her eyelids, but only saw an unfamiliar roof, then the dull pain in the back of her head came again, and she fainted again.

The little one who was lying on the bed, originally saw Hu Yao waking up, he sniffed and squeezed closer, about to call her, but the next second she closed her eyes again, and there was no response.

His tear-stained eyes froze, then he panicked and cried again, covering Hu Yao’s face with tears and snot: “Wuwuwu, Mama!”

“Bad guys! You’re waiting, I’ll tell my dad!” Three-year-old Jiang Xiaochao glared at Hu Guifen and the others with a stern face.

Hu Guifen, whether out of guilt or fear, stopped after a few scolding words and left.

“What does it have to do with us! Don’t talk nonsense, you little brat!”

“Since you’re ungrateful, then you can just stay with your mom! I’ll see if she can hold out until your dad comes back!”

…

After an unknown amount of time, Hu Yao woke up again.

The wound on the back of her head was bandaged, and in her daze, she heard some low conversations again, all unfamiliar.

Opening her eyes, she looked up at the still unfamiliar roof, blinking slowly.

“Yaoyao, you’re awake~”

A small thing squeezed close to her, a childish voice filled with joy.

Hu Yao was a little confused, slowly and painfully sat up, looking at him for a few seconds.

The three-year-old child was very cute, his eyes were pure and bright as he looked at her intently.

Hu Yao felt like something flashed through her mind, but she couldn’t catch it, instead, a slight nerve pain made her frown.

“Finally awake.”

“How do you feel, is it very painful? You’re in for a rough time now.”

Lin Zhaodi sent the doctor from the health station away, strode over, stood in front of Hu Yao, and looked at her with a worried sigh.

Seeing her staring blankly, she still talked to herself: “Brother Han asked us to take care of you before he left, luckily Xiaochao came to find me when you had the accident, Hu Yao, you can’t run around anymore, Brother Han is not here, and Xiaochao is still so young, you’ve scared him, Xiaochao is your son, you should learn to take care of him.”

“When Brother Han comes back, he’ll have something to say, you have to be obedient.”

Lin Zhaodi talked a lot in one breath.

Hu Yao looked at her, still not understanding, she stared blankly: “I… son?”

She looked at Lin Zhaodi, then at the child who was lying on the bed nervously watching her.

Lin Zhaodi paused, meeting her clear and confused gaze.

…

It wasn’t until evening that Hu Yao digested the news Lin Zhaodi told her, vaguely matching the memories that flashed in her mind from time to time.

She… got married, and had a son?

Hu Yao bit into the sweet potato in her hand, lost in thought, she couldn’t believe she married Jiang Han.

After all… he was so scary.

She had no interaction with him at all, most of what she heard were all the bad things he did to make a name for himself.

“Yaoyao, I still have a piece of peach cake, let’s eat it together.” Jiang Xiaochao finished his sweet potato and generously shared half of the peach cake he had hidden from his dad with Hu Yao.

He was only three years old, but very smart and quick-witted. The sweet potato in Hu Yao’s hand was also baked by him, he said his dad taught him…

According to what Jiang Han told him, don’t expect Hu Yao, who was only a few years older than him, to cook for him, be self-reliant if you can.

Jiang Xiaochao knew that his mother was different from other mothers, but he still liked Hu Yao very much, because Hu Yao often played with him, and the two of them would sometimes rebel against Jiang Han together, they depended on each other, she was still his mother.

So Jiang Xiaochao was very protective of Hu Yao, and he loved her very much.

“You, you eat it yourself.” Hu Yao looked at him, her voice soft.

This is really her son…

Jiang Xiaochao opened his eyes in confusion, uncertain: “Yaoyao doesn’t want to eat?”

Hu Yao usually liked it, Jiang Han would always give her an extra piece, this piece was hidden and he didn’t want to eat it, today she was injured and bleeding, so he wanted to share it with her.

“Xiaochao eat it.” Hu Yao smiled at him.

She was a little strange today, Jiang Xiaochao took a bite of the cake, looking at her with strange eyes, usually Hu Yao would call him Chaochao, never called him Xiaochao, and she wouldn’t be so quiet.

He frowned, feeling a little worried: “Mama, is your head broken?”

“But Daddy said your head was broken a long time ago.”

Hu Yao: “…”

She pursed her lips, speechless, not knowing how to explain to him.

Should she say she’s feeling better?

But she still couldn’t remember many things.

“I’m feeling a little better.” Hu Yao whispered to him, reaching out to wipe the dirt off his little face from eating the sweet potato. She stared at him intently for a long time, as if trying to recognize and remember him, or perhaps in disbelief and wonder.

Her touch was gentle, her gaze towards him different from before. Jiang Xiaochao couldn’t quite describe it, but he could feel something different.

For some reason, under Hu Yao’s gaze, he felt a little shy.

He blushed slightly, hurriedly covering his face with his small hands, no longer eating the peach cake: “What are you doing?”

He covered his chubby cheeks with his hands, making them puff up.

The little expression was quite cute.

Hu Yao smiled slightly: “Nothing, you have something on your face, I’ll help you take it off.”

“Oh.” Jiang Xiaochao nodded, then lowered his hand and continued to eat the peach cake seriously.

His hands were small, the cake seemed quite big in his hand.

Although Hu Yao said she wouldn’t eat his biscuits，he still saved half for her.