Withered Broken Ice Blue

Chapter 469 Bad Thoughts

Chi Feiwan reached out, picked up the TV remote control, and gently pressed the volume down button until the originally noisy TV sound became as faint as a whisper.

At this moment, the only sound in the room was Jiang Jiaxu's heart-wrenching cries.

Chi Feiwan sat there quietly, as motionless as a sculpture, but his ears were keenly capturing every cry coming from Jiang Jiaxu's mouth.

She remained expressionless and cold as ice.

While crying, Jiang Jiaxu secretly glanced at Chi Feiwan out of the corner of his eye, trying to find even a trace of pity and concern in her expression.

However, all she saw was Chi Feiwan's cold and distant gaze, without the slightest fluctuation or emotion.

Gradually, Jiang Jiaxu realized that his crying could not move the hard-hearted man in front of him, so his crying began to slowly become smaller, and finally only faint sobs remained.

Chi Feiwan turned off the TV and looked at him: "Why are you crying?"

Jiang Jiaxu originally wanted to attract Chi Feiwan's attention by crying, but when Chi Feiwan asked him, he could not answer.

Jiang Jiaxu is still a child after all, and his young face and innocent eyes make it difficult for him to make up a perfect lie to hide his emotions.

I saw him walk silently to the carpet, slowly sit down, lower his head and say no more.

Chi Feiwan stood quietly by the side, his eyes never leaving Jiang Jiaxu.

She just stared at the little guy quietly. Time passed by minute by minute, and only the sound of slight breathing could be heard in the room.

Finally, after a long while, Jiang Jiaxu seemed to use all his strength to hold back the tears in his eyes bit by bit.

The little face that was originally covered with tear marks gradually calmed down, but some traces of crying could still be seen.

At this time, Chi Feiwan asked softly: "Have you cried enough?"

Jiang Jiaxu nodded weakly.

Chi Feiwan put a lollipop in Jiang Jiaxu's palm: "Crying can't solve the problem."

Jiang Jiaxu slowly peeled off the candy wrapper, put it in his mouth, and the sweetness spread on the tip of his tongue.

He looked at Chi Feiwan and whispered, "Mom, you don't love me anymore. You were not like this before..."

After saying that, he lowered his head, seeming a little sad.

Chi Feiwan's heart moved, he squatted down and touched his head, "I don't love you anymore? Then how do you want your mother to treat you?"

Jiang Jiaxu pursed his lips and said, "Mom never came to see me, didn't care about me, and didn't send me anything..." There was a hint of grievance in his voice.

Chi Feiwan was full of confusion. "I didn't send you anything? How could that be? I send you things every three days, and the courier showed that I had signed for them..."

Before he could finish his words, Chi Feiwan realized where the problem lay.

Jiang Jiaxu blinked, "Mom, are you lying to me?"

Jiang Jiaxu was overjoyed at first when he received the gifts, but later he became gradually disappointed. He thought Chi Fei had prepared a surprise for him to take home from the party, but when he came in, the room was deserted and empty.

Chi Feiwan smiled and said, "Mom didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, you can go ask grandma where the things I sent you went."

The Jiang family wants to make the mother-son relationship between Chi Feiwan and Jiang Jiaxu become strained.

But Jiang Jiaxu doesn't keep everything in his heart. He will speak out when he is wronged.

Jiang Jiaxu nodded as if he understood, and was almost finishing the lollipop in his hand.

Chi Feiwan stood up and asked, "Now, what are you going to do?"

Jiang Jiaxu tightly grasped Chi Feiwan's sleeve, his little face wrinkled into a ball, and he said pitifully: "Mom, I don't want to go to grandma's house these days. I just want to live in Qinglan Courtyard forever."

Chi Feiwan gently squatted down, stroked Jiang Jiaxu's little head, and responded softly: "Baby, before your father comes home, you can indeed live in our warm Qinglan Courtyard."

During the entire process, Jiang Jiaxu did not mention a word about Jiang Huaixu's situation, as if this nominal father did not exist at all.

It seemed that in his little heart there were only his mother and the Qinglan Courtyard in front of him which was full of warmth and joy. As for his father who was always busy and seldom accompanied him, he did not occupy much place in his heart, and even a trace of concern seemed redundant.

Perhaps in Jiang Jiaxu's view, home is where his mother is, and his father is just a stranger who appears occasionally.

Jiang Huaixu is not very important to the two children. Almost the first name they blurt out when they cry is "mom", not "dad".

"Mom, I knew you were the best!" Jiang Jiaxu immediately showed a bright smile on his face and he jumped up excitedly.

Chi Feiwan shook his head and said, "You still have to thank God."

*

Chi Feiwan had already told his two children at home about Jiang Huaixu's hospitalization.

After hearing the news, Xiao Lizi asked a few questions about Jiang Huaixu's situation with concern, and her words revealed her worry for her father.

However, in stark contrast to Xiao Lizi, Jiang Jiaxu didn't even move an eye from beginning to end, as if he didn't care about the matter at all.

In fact, there is a reason for this.

When Xiao Lizi was still young, Jiang Huaixu was quite nice to her, at least he didn't criticize or abuse her too much.

But Jiang Jiaxu was not so lucky. He often angered Jiang Huaixu over trivial matters, and was then ruthlessly thrown into the room and locked up tightly.

As for Jiang Huaixu, he was doing all kinds of "bad things" outside with Chi Feiwan, completely disregarding the feelings of his son who was locked in the room.

Although he may not quite understand the real intentions behind Jiang Huaixu's actions at that time, the seeds of disgust for his father have already been deeply planted in his heart.

Chi Feiwan took a deep breath, slowly put on the heavy protective suit, and carefully put on the mask. When she finally stepped into the room, a strong and complex smell of medicine hit her in the face, instantly filling her entire nasal cavity and lungs.

Her eyes were fixed on the person lying on the bed - Jiang Huaixu.

This face had made her want to rush up and punch it hard on countless silent nights.

At this moment, Jiang Huaixu's face was covered with large and small wounds that had not yet healed, some of which were still slightly bleeding, looking shocking.

Because he was wearing a mask, the white mist produced by his breath gradually covered Jiang Huaixu's mouth and nose, making his already difficult-to-see lip color even more blurry.

Chi Feiwan couldn't help but move a few steps forward, trying to see his true situation through the thin layer of mist, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only see a hazy shadow.

Chi Feiwan's gaze fell on the monitor and ventilator next to Jiang Huaixu, and his blue eyes deepened.