Sweet Wife in My Arms

Old Master Su suddenly felt a wave of numbness wash over his nose. This kid was the same age as his little grandson. However, why did other people's children grow up to be strong and healthy, while his grandson was still receiving intensive treatment? On top of that, he could not let anyone know about it.

Although he could not accept the news at first, he could not deny the fact that the obsession to carry on the ancestral line would always linger deep within the people's hearts, regardless of their age.

"Come along, let's go get your injection." Old Master Lu carefully grabbed his great-granddaughter's small hand, as the little girl smiled at him. Looking at the beautiful child with her tender smile, Old Master Lu's bad temper vanished instantly.

Even when he was walking, he did it in an imposing manner.

Lu Jin merely gave a swift nod at Old Master Su unenthusiastically. As for Ye Shuyun, her focus was only on her grandson. Other people did not matter in her eyes, it was good enough that she did not curse anyone, let alone greet them.

She would never forget the immense hatred between them.

They brought the three children there to be vaccinated, although they could have done it at home. However, they eventually felt that it was better to come here, as they could also check the children and see if they were healthy.

The two boys were not an issue as they were strong as bear cubs, but the little girl was quite worrying. Fortunately, she had been healthy recently, and even gained two pounds in weight.

Old Master Su felt embarrassed as well, he was not as ambitious as he was in the past. Whatever thoughts of replacing the Ye family or the Lu family no longer surfaced in his mind. Su Muran had become so sick, as if she was receiving a death sentence. Now, if some unexpected misfortune was to happen to this little one, the Su family's ancestral line would be cut off. Without any bloodlines, what would the Su family exist for?

"Ugh…" he sighed heavily. What kind of sin had the Su family made in their previous life, how could such a thing happen?

Su Mucheng was the hope of the Su family. If anything happened to him, the Su family would really be over.

Su Mucheng's test results were quite undesirable. It was a type of cardiopulmonary disease that was very serious, caused by genetic inheritance. In the beginning, doctors said that Su Mucheng's heart and lungs were not well developed, so he reminded them to be cautious and not let the child catch a cold. However, this kid would be sick every two or three days. If they were not being careful, all the cardiopulmonary-related health problems would occur.

Zhu Meina was standing outside. When she heard the doctor's tone and the bleak test results, her legs gave out and she fell to the ground. Her mind went blank and dizzy, as if a bee was buzzing inside of it.

She could not hear or see anything. Only the doctor's words lingered in her mind. Not too well, yes, not too well. Conservatively, not too well.

Su Mucheng was really unwell, he refused to drink milk and seemed weak all the time, causing great distress for everyone from the Su family. However, maybe God pitied the child. In the end, he slowly became a little bit better, but it was a pity that he became overly skinny.

Never mind him being skinny, he could be nursed back to health slowly.

They were all concerned about Su Mucheng, but no one was worried about Su Muran, whose health was worsening from a deadly illness. When they returned to the Su family with Su Muran, they saw Zhu Xianglan sitting on the sofa, staring coldly at the child being held by Su Qingdong.

"Why are you here?" When Su Qingdong saw Zhu Xianglan's expression, his heart fell instantly. He felt extremely uneasy, even his hands that were holding the child trembled slightly from anxiety.

Did something happen to Su Muran? His palm was wet from the cold sweat, even his shirt was plastered to his sweaty back.

Zhu Xianglan sneered, "Why can't I be here? This is my house." She stood up and gave Zhu Meina a slight glance. When she saw that Zhu Meina still had a delicate figure, despite seeming slightly exhausted, her eyes were instantly filled with contempt and disgust.

Vixen.

She stood up and intentionally looked at the child in Su Qingdong's arms. Oh, he's alive. Didn't they say that he was going to die soon, so why didn't he? Now, he's actually alive.

In the room, when Su Muran heard that Su Qingdong had brought Su Mucheng back, she immediately smashed the bowl in her hand to the ground

"Mom, didn't you say that the bastard was dying soon. Why is he not dead? Tell me, why is he not dead?"

Zhu Xianglan hugged Su Muran, who was completely hysterical, and comforted her.

"Ranran, you can relax, he won't live long. He was born for you. If he can't save your life, then what's the point of him being alive?"

Su Muran's pale face suddenly had a ghostly smile. The corner of her mouth curled into a peculiar grin.

A door was gently pushed open, there was no one in the room. It was so quiet that one could only hear a faint breathing noise, and sense the milky scent of a child lingering in the air.

The small child was sleeping soundly in a cradle, but he had kicked the blanket away. His tiny figure was outside the cover of his blanket, and his face seemed a little reddish.

Zhu Xianglan walked over and looked down at the child sleeping in the cradle. His breathing was heavy and sounded abnormal. As a mother herself, she knew what was going on with the child.

"Seems like you have a fever?"

She reached out and placed her hand to the child's forehead. However, she quickly retracted her hands. It was so burning hot, it would seemingly burn her fingers. When she felt that, a grin unconsciously appeared on her lips.

She was about to leave, but she turned around again and stared at the child. Her hands were outstretched, but she hesitated for a long time, before retracting them again. After that, she opened the door and went out.

The next day, when the babysitter came to feed the child, she noticed that he was as hot as a fireball. Hence, the babysitter hurriedly ran out while hugging the child. Zhu Meina who professed that she wanted to be a good mother and take care of her child, had just woken up from her bed.

The blood from Zhu Meina's entire body was flowing back up to her head, almost flooding into her mind. She was too exhausted, and had fallen asleep unintentionally.

Child, my child. She basically tumbled and crawled to pick herself up from the bed. There was already a noisy ruckus outside, but Zhu Xianglan was still sitting on the sofa and sipping her tea leisurely.

Zhu Meina did not wash her face, put on make-up, or even bother cleaning herself before running outside. When she came near to the sofa, she suddenly stopped.

"It's you. You're the one behind this, aren't you?"