Spare Me, Cold Uncle

I hate you all my life

"Ah Gan, lend me your phone." Shui Qingmo was about to go crazy, her mother had to be fine, her mother was so kind, and she had to leave the hospital tomorrow. If something were to happen to her mother because of Ouyang Lanlan, she would not forgive Ouyang Lanlan, and also, would not forgive Mei Mutian.

"What's wrong?" Ah Gan passed the phone to Shui Qingmo, "Quickly tell me, what happened to your mother?"

"I don't know, I really don't know." Tears rolled down her face. Shui Qingmo felt like the sky was crumbling and she was really going crazy.

But luckily her memory was good, she still remembered Mei Mutian's number. With a flip of her finger, she called him, and after she finished dialing, she remembered something, Mei Mutian's phone was not accessible to everyone, so Ah Gan's phone number had already been blocked by his phone.

Shui Qingmo tried to call her mother again, but the only response she got was the robotic voice of the woman saying, "The phone you have dialed is turned off, please try again later."

Shui Qingmo closed her eyes, she was about to collapse.

The feeling of knowing something was wrong but not knowing the actual situation was not good at all.

She couldn't remember the Aunt Meng's phone number, so she couldn't contact anyone inside the hospital.

Ah Gan seemed to have sensed that something had happened to her and did not continue to question her. He merely drove as fast as he could.

Shui Qingmo rolled down the window, she only wanted to let the wind wake him up a little.

She should have picked up Mei Mutian's call.

But what was the use of regretting it now?

It was too late.

Mother, she could only silently pray that nothing would happen to her mother.

It wasn't that she was being cruel, but that Ouyang Lanlan was really not pleasing to the eye. She must have done something after entering her mother's sickroom.

She kept guessing, but it was just guessing, so she didn't have a clue.

The car stopped.

Before he could stop, Shui Qingmo jumped out of the car and went straight to the Inpatient Department's elevator.

The elevator was rising, but her heart was racing.

The door opened.

When the nurse station entered his field of vision, it was a complete mess.

's mother was a uterine cyst, and Ouyang Lanlan was pregnant. That was the reason why she coincidentally lived in a ward on this floor.

"Nurse, what happened to my mother?" She did not care how chaotic the situation was, nor did she care when a large number of reporters came rushing in from the hospital. She pulled a nurse who looked familiar and asked her about it.

"Shui Qingmo, why have you just arrived?" The nurse looked up and saw her.

"How is my mother?" She didn't have time to explain why she was late. All she wanted to know was what had happened to her mother.

"He fell off the bed, hit his head on the ground, and fainted." The nurse sighed as she said this. She shook her head again and again. Everyone felt regretful that such a thing had happened.

"Did you do any tests?"

"Yes, a cerebral hemorrhage is very troublesome."

"Is it still the same ward?"

"No, we've already moved to the intensive care unit."

"Thank you." Shui Qingmo immediately rushed into the Intensive Care Unit located right opposite the nurse station. With a glance, he saw his mother who seemed to be asleep on the sickbed, and the tall and big figure beside his mother's bed was none other than Mei Mutian.

"Go away." Her arms were actually in pain because of the bruises, but she wasn't able to obstruct her from pushing Mei Mutian at all. She used all of her strength to push the man a step back, causing him to stagger, and then, his cold gaze landed on her face.

He said nothing, just looked at her quietly.

Shui Qingmo suddenly slumped onto the chair in front of his mother's sickbed, holding onto his mother's hand who was holding onto the IV drip, while her gaze swept across the apparatus that was constantly flashing, "Go."

"I'm sorry." With a low voice, Mei Mutian's voice became hoarse.

"Get out." Shui Qingmo felt as if her heart was broken. His mother was obviously going to be discharged tomorrow, if she was to stay by her side tonight, would something like this never happen?

With her here, how could she allow Ouyang Lanlan to touch her mother?

No.

Tears flowed quietly like a small stream. She could not imagine how she would survive without her mother. Her mother was her only hope in this world, and the reason why she had been living such a strong life was all because of her mother. She wanted to give her mother the best life in the future.

"Bang!" The door of the ward was opened as the noise from the ward gushed in, "Mr. Mei, may I ask if Miss Ouyang couldn't stand it when you moved your love to the Miss Shui and attacked her mother?"

"Mr. Mei, Miss Ouyang's child is gone, instead of accompanying her, you came here to accompany Miss Shui's mother, is it …"

"Shut up." With a low growl, he suppressed his voice and walked to the door of the ward. As if chasing a duck, he pushed out all those who had squeezed into the critical ward within ten seconds, then closed and locked the door.

After doing all this, he took out his cell phone. It was unknown who he dialed, but he said coldly, "Within three minutes, all the random people in the corridor will disappear."

With that, he hung up.

Shui Qingmo was still sobbing softly. She couldn't remember the last time she cried, and she hadn't even cried when her mother was hospitalized. But now, she started to cry uncontrollably.

"She will stay in the hospital for two days to observe, and then she will be sent to the detention center." Mei Mutian quietly arrived behind her. Even though his voice was hoarse, it was still calm.

Shui Qingmo suddenly turned his head, "Are you willing?" However, if he really did that, the entertainment media would definitely accuse him of being heartless, accused him of forgetting her old love. Although she was not his new lover, but as what he had said before, as long as she walked together with him, she would inevitably be misunderstood, and would not be controllable.

"A mistake is a mistake, right is right. She's past eighteen years old, so she's responsible for her own actions."

"That child, are you willing to part with him?"

Mei Mutian's eyes dimmed, as if he wanted to explain himself, but his thin lips only moved again and again. In the end, he lightly shook his head, "If it's gone, it's gone.

"You want me to believe you? I only owe you money for the car painting. I owe you money, but I don't owe you my life. Mei Mutian, let me tell you, if something were to happen to my mother, I will hate you for the rest of your life. "

No one could understand the kind of life that depended on each other. No matter how old she was, she couldn't leave her mother.