Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Chapter 272 When you get old, you won't have to do anything.

Zhiyuan was stunned when he heard her words, and tears almost welled up in his eyes.

Lin Qingping simply patted his shoulder and smiled slightly at him, "Zhiyuan, don't say anything. Your father is sick right now. Why don't you feed him the soup?"

Zhiyuan was so angry that he cried. He wiped his eyes, took the soup from Lin Qingping, took a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and fed it to Gu Juncheng. "You drink it."

Gu Juncheng replied, "Give it to me, I'll do it myself."

Zhiyuan was still angry. Hearing him say that, he grabbed his hand with one hand, placed the soup bowl in his hand with the other, and asked in a sullen voice, "Can you find your mouth?"

"Mmm." Gu Juncheng held the bowl, tried to bring it to his lips, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Give it to me!" Zhiyuan said angrily, but still took Gu Juncheng's bowl back.

Lin Qingping felt rather bored here, so she smiled and said, "You two talk, I'll wait for you outside."

She walked out of the ward with a heavy heart.

Standing in the corridor, she could vaguely hear Zhiyuan talking to her, but she didn't know what they were saying. So she left the department and went to wait by the flower bed outside the inpatient building.

Finally, Zhiyuan came down, carrying a thermos in his hand. He was wiping away tears as he walked, but when he saw her, he immediately stopped wiping away tears, smiled, and called out, "Mom."

“Okay, let’s go home.” Lin Qingping took his hand, not mentioning anything about Gu Juncheng, nor asking what he had said to Gu Juncheng in the ward.

The two walked silently toward the bus stop. Zhiyuan's small hand was held in hers, and the warmth of his hand flowed into hers. Walking like this, they inexplicably felt a sense of mutual dependence.

“Zhiyuan…” she said softly.

"Mom, how could he do this? How could he disown you?" Zhiyuan remained indignant.

In his heart, Lin Qingping was so good, so good to him and his father, a million times better than that Chen guy. Why would his father remember the Chen guy and forget his mother?

Lin Qingping felt a pang of sadness, but she had no choice but to face this reality...

She shook her head and smiled bitterly, not knowing how to explain the helplessness of marriage to a child: In this world, let alone Gu Juncheng forgetting her because of his mental injury, some men clearly remember who their wives are, remember the days they went through hardships together, but when they want to cheat, they still cheat. The so-called affection between husband and wife cannot withstand a night of pleasure.

"Mom, don't worry." No matter how hard Zhiyuan tried to hold back his tears, he was still just a child, and his red eyes couldn't be hidden. "Dad Gu isn't fully recovered yet. Once he's better, I'll try my best to make him remember who you are and who we are. I'll let him know that we are a family."

After saying that, he looked at Lin Qingping with concern, "Mom, are you very angry right now? If you are very angry and don't want him anymore, I... I won't try to persuade him anymore. I'm on your side."

"Why, Zhiyuan?" Lin Qingping remembered that she had treated Zhiyuan badly in her past life. The reason why Zhiyuan came to see her and treated her like a relative was because of Gu Juncheng. For Zhiyuan, Gu Juncheng should be a closer person to him and his idol. She remembered that Zhiyuan liked to play with wooden swords and guns when he was a child and wanted to become a hero like his father and Gu Juncheng.

But he always stood by her side. Was it because she had shown him so much love and care throughout their lives?

Zhiyuan replied, “Because Gu’s father has many, many people who love him: his parents, his aunt, Xiaomai. He has a wonderful family, and there’s that guy surnamed Chen. But you don’t have that. You only have me.”

Lin Qingping suddenly felt extremely sad. What a poignant statement, "You don't have anything, you only have me."

If I could only gain one Zhiyuan in this life, it would still be worthwhile.

“Oh, you also have a second aunt, but she’s very busy and rarely comes home.” Zhiyuan looked at her with red eyes. “Don’t be afraid, I will stay at home with you. When you come back at night, I will pick you up at the street corner. When I grow up and can earn money, I will take care of you in your old age. At that time, you won’t have to do anything. You can just play at home every day, and I will give you money to spend.”

Lin Qingping's tears welled up instantly.

Where can you find such a wonderful child!

They are so much better than her own nephews and nieces!

"Zhiyuan, it's a promise, you can't run off with someone else." She held up one finger, her face streaked with tears. "Let's pinky swear."

"Okay! Pinky promise! It'll never change, not even for a hundred years!" Zhiyuan pulled his hand away, extended his little finger, and solemnly made a pinky promise with her.

"Let's go home." Lin Qingping took Zhiyuan's hand and quickened her pace.

The next day was Monday. Lin Qingping and Zhiyuan both had classes and couldn't make soup for Gu Juncheng at home anymore. So Lin Qingping asked Sister Zhao to make it at the shop and she would pick it up after class. However, she also had classes in the afternoon, and by the time she brought the soup to the hospital, visiting hours were almost over.

She dared to enter the ward in the last ten minutes or so, and was still out of breath when she ran in.

Without a third person to ease the tension, she was genuinely a little embarrassed.

"Gu Juncheng, get up and eat something," she said, placing the thermos on the bedside table.

Gu Juncheng didn't move. "Actually, you didn't have to come."

This indifferent attitude made Lin Qingping, who had prepared herself mentally, a little annoyed.

These past few days have been filled with resentment and bitterness, and she felt incredibly stifled. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and snapped at him, "Do you think I wanted to come? Would I have come if your sister hadn't told me? Don't forget, we're divorced!"

Gu Juncheng then fell silent.

Lin Qingping sneered inwardly. So this guy only responds to force. If you talk to him nicely, he's stubborn; but if you don't speak kindly, he becomes obedient.

“Get up and eat! I didn’t cook it, don’t flatter yourself. It was Sister Zhao who cooked it. Sister Zhao is someone who runs the shop with me and your sister. She cooked it all afternoon and added medicinal herbs. It’s only suitable for you to drink. If you don’t drink it, it will just be thrown away. Wasting food is not the style of your Gu family!”

Lin Qingping finished her speech, and Gu Juncheng fell silent again, but he didn't seem to refuse to eat.

"Get up," Lin Qingping said.

Gu Juncheng was about to sit up, but Lin Qingping saw that he was still having some difficulty getting up, so she reached out to help him. However, he dodged, acting like a chaste and virtuous man, as if he was afraid of getting intimate with her.

"Are you sick in the head?!" Lin Qingping started cursing again. "Is there any part of your body that I haven't seen? Do you think I'd even want to touch you? I'm already tired of touching you, okay?"

Well, Lin Qingping's outburst made Gu Juncheng's face turn red.