Daily Life Of The Wealthy Chapter 1

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“Mrs. Mu.”

     “Mrs. Mu, good day, have you come to see the children again?”

     “Mrs. Mu is beautiful and kind. To marry such a wife, Mr. Mu is really too happy…”

     On the clean and bright passage of the pediatric inpatient department, the elegant and graceful Mrs. Mu was walking slowly in a Chinese gown. Her face was not whitewashed and she had a faint smile. She looked only in her twenties, with only a pair of gentle and quiet ones.  Her eyes slightly revealed her true experience.  Behind her was a middle-aged woman with a gentle face. She looked at the mistress who was walking in the front, her eyes looking up, full of conviction and respect.

     Wherever the two went, the doctors and nurses they met stopped the work at hand and greeted them. Mrs. Mu nodded slightly in response, both expensive and polite.  After they passed by, there was a whisper behind them, and Mrs. Mu had no idea, her steps were graceful and calm.

     Just after passing the emergency room, there was a sudden rush of footsteps ahead.

     “Emergency patient! Please let us, let us!” The nurse opened the road ahead, and several doctors and nurses hurried to the operating room pushing a hospital bed.

     Mrs. Mu and the middle-aged woman behind her turned sideways, and in a hurry saw a small child lying on the hospital bed, with thin limbs bluish and purple, her legs twisted unnaturally, and her thin chest undulating weakly.

     Mrs. Mu got used to getting along with the children in the hospital, and she couldn’t bear to see such a miserable situation. She unconsciously moved her eyes to the child’s face. Then, her pupils shrank suddenly, and her calm and self-sufficient expression instantly collapsed: “Xiao Qi  !” She softened and almost fell to the ground.

     “Madam!” The middle-aged woman was shocked and quickly supported her.

     “What’s the matter? Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi!” Mrs. Mu shook off her hand and staggered to catch up with the hospital bed.

     “Mrs. Mu, what’s wrong with you, Mrs. Mu?” Seeing Mrs. Mu followed emotionally, one of the nurses pushing the bed stopped and blocked her way: “This child is in danger of life and needs immediate surgery. Please calm down.  .”

     “He is my son!” Mrs. Mu clutched her hand tightly: “What’s the matter? What’s the matter with him?”

     The nurse’s face became a little strange: “He is your son? Are you sure?”

     Mrs. Mu said angrily: “Will I still admit my son wrong?”

     The nurse froze for a moment: “But, but he can’t be your son! He is Hu Yixi, he is six years old this year, and he lives with his grandmother Hu Lijiao. He has no father and no mother. We all know him…”

     Mrs. Mu frowned. When she heard that the other party was not her son, Mu Yiqi, her sanity quickly returned: “…Please elaborate.”

     *

     The sound of the operation of medical equipment such as ECG detectors and oxygen dispensers ringed regularly in this single ward, reflecting a suffocating silence.  Mrs. Mu was sitting next to the hospital bed, staring blankly at the child who was lying motionless on the hospital bed with a pale face.

     This was a six-year-old boy, but he seemed to be only three or four years old, as weak as he was crushed.  He has a face almost similar to Mrs. Mu’s son Mu Yiqi, with only slight differences.  Before Mrs. Mu was concerned and confused, and she regarded him as Mu Yiqi, but now, as a mother, she can still tell the difference.

     Mrs. Mu couldn’t help thinking of the information about the little boy she had just learned from the nurse.

     A six-year-old boy, his mother was unmarried, and his father was unknown. After giving birth to him, Hu Lijiao, his grandmother, was thrown away.  He didn’t go to school for a day, and his grandmother usually beat and scold him, and even became violent when he was drunk.   Hit and scold, and even become violent when drunk. The social worker had been in contact for many times and wanted to help, but the little boy was reluctant to leave his only relative, and often went to the hospital to treat injuries caused by domestic violence. This time he was admitted to the hospital with the most serious injury he has ever suffered. It almost killed him, concussion, broken legs, broken ribs, big and small scars everywhere on his body, like a broken doll.

Mrs. Mu is full of love and patience for children. Otherwise, as Mrs. Mu’s family, she would not often go to and out of the pediatric inpatient department as a volunteer. At this moment, in the face of this child named Hu Yixi, in addition to sympathy and pity, Mrs. Mu also had an inexplicable emotion in her heart.

Guilt.

Because she is not ignorant of this child.

Mrs. Mu’s real name is Fang Zhen, and her husband Mu Jiurong’s marriage was a business union. At first, there was no deep feeling between the two. Before marriage, although Mu Jiurong was not a playboy man, he occasionally acted on the scene. Men have normal physical needs, and Mu Jiurong’s busy working state does not allow him to waste time and energy on the relationship between men and women, so his way of venting is all clean money and service transactions. The Fang family expressed their understanding and satisfaction, and Mu Jiurong was very eye-catching to sever all these relationships before marriage, to show that he attached great importance to the marriage with Fang Zhen. The Fang family had nothing to say, thinking it was a matter The marriage couldn’t be better.

It’s a pity that a hundred secrets are sparse. Hu Qin was the last woman to have a relationship with Mu Jiurong. Not only did he succeed in designing Mu Jiurong to conceive his child, he also looked for Shangzheng Zhen three days before the engagement ceremony of the Fangmu family.

Fang Zhen was born in a wealthy family, and the scenes he has experienced are unknown. Hu Qin, a stingy woman who thinks she is clever to instigate discord, is completely worthless in front of her. Fang Zhen didn’t hesitate to let people hold Hu Qin, and then handed the matter to Mu Jiurong.

Mu Jiurong was arrogant and conceited. He had never put this kind of service woman in his eyes. He didn’t expect that the geese would be pecked by the geese all day long. He could imagine the anger in his heart after such a thing. He has no affection for Hu Qin, and even the meat in Hu Qin’s belly. He knew very well that once such a child was left behind, it would leave hidden dangers to the family formed by him and Fang Zhen. When Duan continued to suffer from the chaos, and after he took Hu Qin from Fang Zhen, his first decision was to arrange for a doctor to give Hu Qin a baby, and then send Hu Qin away with a sum of money.

Hu Qin escaped from the hospital, and there has been no news since then. In other words, even if there is news, it will not reach Fang Zhen, who has become Mrs. Mu. But Mrs. Yimu’s understanding of her husband made it impossible for Hu Qin to benefit from Mu Jiurong. Mu Jiurong Jie will repay him, and his heart is as hard as iron. Hu Qin has offended him over and over again. It is a very generous thing that he didn’t really kill people, even if Hu Qin finally gave birth to Mu Jiurong’s child. Mu Jiurong would not recognize this innocent and hapless child, nor would the Mu family.

Mrs. Mu did not deliberately think about this child. But her standing by and watching may lead to the loss of a living life, or the misfortune of an innocent child, this idea is a bit beyond her tolerance, especially after the birth of her children, Mu Yiqi and Mu Yixuan. Mrs. Mu is so enthusiastic about children’s good deeds, and she does not mean to accumulate virtue for her children.

Now, six years later, Mrs. Mu has encountered the miserable Hu Yixi. Without any verification, she knew that he was the child Hu Qin was pregnant with. Mrs. Mu has a sense of destiny.

The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unhappy.

Looking at the face of Mu Yiqi who looked like his own son and the scars all over his body, Mrs. Mu felt suffocated.

She hesitantly stretched out her hand and gently stroked his little face: “I…I’m sorry…”

As if responding to her, the little boy trembled slightly and slowly opened his eyes. Mrs. Mu’s beautiful face was reflected in the dark pupils, and he screamed dumbly–

“mom……”

              ~~~~ To Be Continued ~~~~