Daily Life of the Wealthy

boy was unwilling to leave his only relative.
He was a regular patient in the hospital, always getting treatment for domestic violence.
This time, he had been severely injured, worse than any other times.
He almost died; with a concussion, broken legs and ribs, as well as all sorts of big and small injuries, he was like a broken doll.

Mrs.
Mu loved and was patient towards children.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have entered the hospital frequently as a volunteer within the pediatric department.
Besides feeling pity towards Hu Yixi, there was also an unknown emotion within her.

Remorse.

This was because she knew about the child.

Mrs.
Mu’s real name was Fang Zhen.
She and her husband, Mu Jiurong, were married in order to strengthen business ties.
In the beginning, the two didn’t really feel much for each other.
Before marriage, although Mu Jiurong wasn’t a playboy, he had frequent flings.
Men had needs.
Even more, because of Mu Jiurong’s busy work, he didn’t have the time or energy to build a relationship.
Therefore, he vented his desires through means of business transactions.
Fang Family understood and accepted his decision.
Besides, Mu Jiurong had handled and cut off his flings before marriage in order to show the importance he placed in the marriage.
As a result, there was nothing the Fang Family could nitpick anyway.
They believed that this was all gains and no loses.

What a pity that they neglected one thing.
Hu Qin was Mu Jiurong’s last fling.
Not only did she successfully scheme him and became pregnant with his child, she also went to find Fang Zhen three days before the engagement ceremony.

Fang Zhen was born to a noble and prestigious family.
She had experienced countless scenes like this.
A petty woman like Hu Qin thought she was being intelligent by driving a wedge between Fang Zhen and Mu Jiurong, but it was worth nothing in her eyes.
Fang Zhen had someone hold Hu Qin down without hesitation and handed this matter over to Mu Jiurong.

Mu Jiurong was arrogant and conceited, never placing his flings in his eyes.
Who knew that he had suffered by his own hands in the end, schemed by this woman.
One could tell how furious he was.
He had no feelings towards Hu Qin at all, nor did he feel anything towards his unborn child.
He knew that the moment he kept this child, he’d be leaving a threat for the family he created with Fang Zhen.
Without a second thought, after he received Hu Qin from Fang Zhen, he arranged for a doctor to abort Hu Qin’s baby.
Then, he’d send her away with a huge sum of money.

Hu Qin escaped from the hospital and then there had been no news of her; rather, even if there were news, Mrs.
Mu would know nothing about it.
But with the latter’s understanding of her husband, there was no way Hu Qin could gain anything from Mu Jiurong anymore.
He always took revenge and his heart was hard like steel.
Hu Qin had offended him multiple times, so he was already being generous for not killing her.
Even if Hu Qin really gave birth to the child, the result was still the same time.
Mu Jiurong wouldn’t acknowledge this innocent and unlucky child, nor would the Mu Family.

Mrs.
Mu hadn’t deliberately thought about the child, but her lack of action could’ve led to the death of a newborn or an innocent child’s misfortune.
She couldn’t accept this idea, especially after her two children, Mu Yixi and Mu Yixuan were born successively.
Mrs.
Mu was passionate towards children and wanted to be virtuous for her children too.

Six years later, Mrs.
Mu encountered the misfortuned Hu Yixi.
She didn’t need any investigation to know that he was the child Hu Qin was pregnant with back then.
Mrs.
Mu felt as though this was destiny.

The cycle of cause and effect.

Mrs.
Mu felt suffocated as she stared at Mu Yiqi’s  body full of injuries and his face similar to that of her son’s.

She hesitated as she reached over and gently caressed his small face.
“I…am very sorry…”

As though responding to her words, the little boy slightly trembled before gradually opening his eyes.
Mrs.
Mu’s beautiful face reflected in his pitch-black eyes.

He hoarsely called out, “Mom…”