Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!-Chapter 22 - Mom, save Dad!

Chapter 22: Chapter 22 Mom, save Dad!

Ji Muye’s heart clenched abruptly.

A buzzing filled his ears, and the world fell silent.

He couldn’t hear Lu Xining’s voice, couldn’t hear the children’s voices; his entire being seemed to plunge from a volcano into a glacier in an instant, his limbs weak.

After a long while.

He turned his back, his breathing gradually stabilized, and he returned to his former demeanor, only his voice was colder and more merciless than before.

“You don’t want me, it’s fine, but I won’t give you custody of the child.”

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Lu Xining thought about how he had just gone home with Liu Xixi to meet the elders, whereas she had been married to him for five years, and after the child was born, every time she begged him to accompany her back to Yunqiao Village to pay respects to her grandmother, he had found all kinds of excuses to refuse.

This discrepancy…

Indeed, love and the lack thereof were all too clear.

Lu Xining suppressed the discomfort in her heart, knowing she couldn’t afford to fall out with Ji Muye now, for the sake of the child.

She asked him, “What will it take for you to grant me custody?”

Ji Muye’s gaze was intense: “I’ll never give it to you.”

Lu Xining was seething: “You!”

He shot her a piercing look, “I won’t let them call someone else ‘Dad’.”

She took a deep breath, meeting his gaze unflinchingly: “You don’t want them calling someone else ‘Dad’, so I should want them calling someone else ‘Mom’?”

Ji Muye frowned, “When have I ever let them call someone else ‘Mom’? You’re the one remarrying after the divorce, don’t twist the facts.”

Lu Xining scoffed: “Who knows.”

Ji Muye turned and looked at her darkly, “Lu Xining, make yourself clear, when did I let them call someone else ‘Mom’!”

Lu Xining walked towards the door, “Whatever you say, then.”

Leaving Ji Muye alone inside, clenching and unclenching his fists, the taut string in his mind straining his nerves.

For a moment, his vision blurred; he rubbed at the space between his eyebrows, and when his sight cleared, he headed toward the door.

Just as Lu Xining’s hand was pulling open the door of the study, she felt a weight at her feet, and the two taller and one smaller figures stumbled in.

Both she and the man behind her turned their eyes to the child.

Ji Muye: “Ji Chao, Ji Ze.”

Lu Xining: “Lu Nuonuo.”

A child’s innate fear upon being called by their full name by their parents made the three of them look at each other and scramble up in a fuss.

They looked everywhere but at their mom and dad.

Lu Nuonuo took the initiative to be endearing, tugging at Lu Xining’s pants leg and cooing, “Mommy, want some candy?”

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The twin brothers stood straight before Ji Muye, giving a sheepish smile, “Dad, we’re ready.”

Ji Muye, Lu Xining: “…”

These three little ancestors really knew how to play their parents’ hearts.

Lu Xining carried Lu Nuonuo and sent them out the door.

It was only after the car drove away that she, holding the child, walked back inside, only to be shocked by the sound of Ji Chao and Ji Ze’s wailing as soon as she entered.

She rushed outside to see Ji Chao flinging the car door open and sprinting down.

The little guy’s face was streaked with tears: “Mommy, Daddy passed out!”

She held him close, gently patting his back, and asked the secretary who got out of the car, “What happened?”

Yan Dong frantically sought help: “The company affairs are too demanding, President Ji has been overworking, staying awake for two days straight, and he just suddenly fainted, Madame, please help him!”

Ji Chao also cried out, “Mommy, save Daddy.”

Lu Xining comforted him and looked toward Yan Dong: “First, help him inside.”

Ten minutes later.

Ji Muye slowly came to, his vision blurry, and as he opened his eyes, he was met with her delicate profile, her hands touching him repeatedly.

He looked down and realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Lu Xining was withdrawing the needles from his body, her focus undivided.

The room was brightly lit.

By the door, Ji Chao and Ji Ze had teary red eyes.

Lu Xining withdrew all the needles, and the secretary quickly stepped forward to put a shirt on Ji Muye, cocooning everything before letting the children in.

Afraid the children would see his pale face, Lu Xining turned off the main light, leaving only a warm bedside lamp on.

Ji Chao and Ji Ze burst into tears as soon as they entered, “Dad.”

Ji Muye looked at their frightened appearances and caressed their faces with a pang of heartache, “I’m sorry, Daddy scared you.”

Ji Chao looked up at Lu Xining, “Mom, is Dad alright now?”

Lu Xining nodded.

She wiped the tears from the two children’s eyes and spoke softly, “Dad needs to rest. Xiao Chao, will you take your brother to sleep first, okay?”

Ji Muye, in front of his children, always had an extra touch of tenderness.

He patted their heads, “Be good, Dad is fine. Go to sleep with Mom first.”

Ji Chao and Ji Ze kept turning back every three steps.

Lu Xining led them away from the guest room, leaving Yan Dong to care for him.

As she closed the door, she glanced at Ji Muye, who rested with his eyes closed at the head of the bed—half his face shrouded in shadow, his profile sharp and distinct.

Sensing her gaze, he slowly lifted his eyes to meet hers.

In the end, both silently diverted their gazes from each other.

The Ji Family’s household doctor hurried over and, after a complete check-up, found that Ji Muye’s condition had stabilized.

“President Ji, your condition this time is much better than before. Which medical expert treated you? I would like to learn from him.”

Ji Muye had experienced sudden fainting episodes before.

The two children were not in the best of health, catching colds and fevers frequently, always clinging only to him and not allowing others near.

In the two years that Lu Xining was away, he personally took care of the children. Apart from work trips, he spent most of his time with them.

Ji Muye didn’t say it was Lu Xining. Internal doubts about her acupuncture skills arose, but Yan Dong hesitated to speak.

Yan Dong said ambiguously, “It was a practitioner of traditional medicine, using acupuncture.”

The household doctor’s eyes lit up, keen to know who it was.

Ji Muye had long dealt with health issues, usually taking an hour to recover. This time, he woke up in ten minutes, which piqued the curiosity of his private doctor, who wondered who could be so skilled.

Without a word from Ji Muye, Yan Dong felt it wasn’t his place to speak.

Once sure there was nothing wrong with his body, he sent the household doctor away.

After Lu Xining had soothed the three children to sleep, she took the sleep-inducing incense downstairs and knocked on the door, which Yan Dong opened.

She handed the incense to him, “Light this, it can ease a headache.”

Yan Dong accepted, “Madam, would you like to check on President Ji?”

Lu Xining’s voice, devoid of emotion, drifted into Ji Muye’s ears from the doorway, “There’s no need.”

The man closed his eyes, the corners of his lips curved in irony.

Thinking of the boss’s expression inside, and seeing Lu Xining’s ruthless eyes, Yan Dong’s mind sparked with an idea, feigning difficulty.

“Madam, my girlfriend is in the hospital. I need to be with her. Could you possibly take care of President Ji for a while?”

Lu Xining was about to refuse when the incense was pushed back into her hand.

“Regardless, President Ji is the father of the two young masters. Madam, please consider the children…”

A voice tinged with annoyance came from inside, “Yan Dong!”

Biting back frustration, Yan Dong took a gamble, his urgency evident as he bowed to Lu Xining, “I must trouble you, Madam!”

With that, he ran off.

Inside, Ji Muye’s emotions fluctuated wildly, his dusky eyes glittering like obsidian, grating his teeth as he watched his secretary ‘flee with a guilty conscience’.

Lu Xining entered with the incense in hand.

She placed the incense on the table beside the bed, not too close, a pleasant scent not as overpowering as sandalwood nor as sharp as perfume, faint, and enjoyable, conducive to calming and relaxation.

After placing it, she intended to leave.

Ji Muye’s voice sounded again, “Thank you.”

Without turning back, Lu Xining replied, “Thank the children. If it weren’t for them, I might not have saved you.”

The bitter taste in the man’s mouth intensified, “Indeed, if I had died, the custody of the children would only fall to you.”

Unknowingly, she had saved him three times already.

Lu Xining had no desire to quibble with a sick person and quickly left the guest room.

The man leaned against the headboard, his noble nose above pursed lips, radiating a frigid, lonely aura.

“Lu Xining… why did you betray me…”