One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

Mu Yazhe's eyelids twitched fiercely.

It was understandable for children to brag and compare. But since when was "violence" within the scope of comparison?

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! My daddy is not going to compete on the basis of violence!"

Little Yichen made a thumbs-up gesture. "My daddy is rich! He has a lot of money! He can use it to build a few Eiffel Towers for me to climb!"

Mu Yazhe almost vomited blood. He secretly thought about it. With his financial resources, could he really use cash to build a few Eiffel Towers? Before he could work out the numbers, the two little guys had already started to brag.

"My daddy can make spaghetti, instant noodles and pizza!"

"My daddy knows how to write calligraphy! And every piece of work he produces is priceless!"

"We live in a big villa!"

"We have a huge courtyard!"

"My daddy's Shengyu Corporation can buy your Gu Group!"

"My daddy can sell the Gu residence to buy Shengyu!"

…

"Huff, huff, huff!"

"Huff, huff, huff!"

The two little guys went back and forth and were panting from exhaustion.

Suddenly, Youyou sauntered up to his older twin and lightly said, "Little Yichen, open your mouth. Ah."

"What do you want?!"

The moment the boy opened his mouth, Youyou immediately stuffed the thermometer into his mouth.

"Oooh…" Little Yichen frowned as he held the thermometer between his lips, glaring at his twin brother.

"Woah, it's finally quiet!" The boy took a deep breath and suddenly felt that the world was a better place.

"Hahahaha! So smug. Now you can't talk, can you?!" Baby Chu said smugly, unaware that Gu Jinglian was closing in on him. Before he could react, the man had grabbed his cheek and stuffed the thermometer into his mouth as well.

At this point, the two little fellows were as quiet as chickens as they stared at each other. However, even so, they were both indignant. They crossed their arms and glared at each other resentfully.

Five minutes later, the boy took out the thermometer and looked at the temperature. He frowned. "Tsk."

Mu Yazhe came up to him solemnly. "Well?"

"The temperature is rising again."

Youyou showed the thermometer to his father. "39.5 degree Celsius."

"The fever keeps coming back. This doesn't look good." Gu Jinglian was also worried. Although they were usually bickering, he was still worried about Little Yichen's condition at this critical point.

"Shall we get the doctor here to take a look?"

"The doctor came this morning. He's been prescribed medicine and put on a drip, but the situation is still not good. If this continues, Yichen will be sent to the full quarantine zone."

The full quarantine zone was the intensive care quarantine zone. This meant that his life might be in danger. In that sort of quarantine area, each patient had a room to himself, and no one had visiting rights.

Little Yichen got worried as well. Lying on the hospital bed, he looked listless. "Is my fever back? My fever went down this morning… Will I not recover?"

"Why don't you try spouting nonsense again?" Mu Yazhe and Youyou said, almost in unison.

Little Yichen fell silent.

Watching from where he was, Baby Chu couldn't bear it and said, "Alright, I won't argue with you anymore. It won't be too late to argue with me when you've completely recovered! Now, rest well!"

Little Yichen gave him a resentful sidelong glance. "That's why you should keep your distance from me. You'd better not get infected by me."