Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother
Chapter 222 Dad

Chapter 222: Chapter 222 Dad

"My friend here is an absolute beauty!" Shen Jingrou proudly boasted.

Her eyes were filled with sincerity, without a trace of jealousy, and her tone carried a hint of protection.

Meng Heming’s eyes tightened, and a shadow of gloom passed over his face.

"Cough, cough..."

The man standing behind Meng Heming, Uncle Ma, reached out, naturally patting the other’s back.

Seeing this, Shen Jingrou anxiously stood up, "Uncle, are you alright?"

"Miss Shen, it’s best that he doesn’t sit for too long. I’ll help him to the bed to lie down for a while," said Uncle Ma as he was already supporting the man by the elbow.

Meng Heming looked vacantly at a certain spot, as if he were completely oblivious to his surroundings.

"Okay."

Watching Uncle Meng with his head lowered, one hand covering his mouth as he coughed lightly, Shen Jingrou couldn’t help but feel worried.

She slowly followed behind the two, observing the uncle who seemed healthy earlier now slightly bent over, being supported as he moved with extreme slowness to lie down. Then he closed his eyes.

Shen Jingrou was full of confusion.

"Uncle Ma, what’s wrong with Uncle?"

"It’s nothing, he just needs to rest." Uncle Ma, accustomed to this state of affairs, saw Miss Shen still looking worried and reassured her again, "Miss Shen, there’s no need to worry. He’ll be fine after a nap."

Seeing Uncle Ma’s sincere tone, and knowing he had no reason to deceive her, Shen Jingrou finally relaxed.

"That’s good." Shen Jingrou’s gaze fell upon the hospital bed, noticing Uncle Meng’s furrowed brows, as if his heart was plunged into extreme pain.

There is a kind of sadness that leaves one speechless in an instant!

Shen Jingrou recalled some things her father used to say about Uncle Meng’s affairs of love. Hesitant for a moment, she looked up, "Uncle Ma, I’ll be leaving now."

"Alright," Uncle Ma respectfully replied.

As Shen Jingrou exited the ward, she couldn’t help glancing at the bed once more before reluctantly leaving.

On the way back, her mood was particularly heavy.

Some thoughts arose in her mind: Why is it that those who love each other can never find happiness?

Inside the ward.

Uncle Ma looked at the man on the bed with his eyes tightly shut, feeling very upset inside.

"Sir, shall I ask Elder Fu to come over and take a look?" Uncle Ma suggested.

As an authority in the hospital, Elder Fu was one of the few who could be summoned.

"There’s no need."

In the blink of an eye, Meng Heming’s tone carried a touch of weariness and helplessness,

The phrase "absolute beauty" from the young girl just now had torn his heart apart!

"In this world, who can compare to Ying’er?"

After a long while, Meng Heming murmured softly, filled with endless longing and confusion!

Uncle Ma turned around, hunched over, shaking his head helplessly.

The top-floor ward was quiet, with few patients, and anyone visiting needed permission from family members, ensuring absolute privacy.

Bao Shaojin was keeping watch at the little girl’s bedside.

Noticing that the corners of her lips had unknowingly curved into a slight smile, the little girl was in a deep slumber!

In her dreams, An Yin felt as if she were surrounded by a hazy mist, with white fog swirling around, obscuring the scenery.

She ran and ran...

Seeing a shadow in front of her, the man appeared tall, with dark hair and dressed in a traditional Western suit, accentuating his poised demeanor.

An Yin had a strong premonition in her heart that this man before her was the one she had longed for.

She ran swiftly towards him, her face wet with tears of excitement, calling out to the man in front, "Daddy..."

"Are you my daddy?"

"Wait, daddy, don’t go..."

Just as she was about to catch up to the man, he suddenly moved far away.

However, An Yin didn’t give up. Without time to wipe her tears, she relentlessly pursued him despite repeatedly falling, always advancing courageously towards his location. Each time her hand almost reached his back, he would move farther away.

This happened repeatedly.

When she was out of breath and dizzy, she couldn’t help but scream at him, "Don’t leave me, daddy..."

"Don’t go, please?"

"Boohoo... I miss you... daddy..."

"I want daddy..."

"Daddy..."

"Don’t leave..."

Inside the ward, An Yin mumbled, her sobbing voice rising and falling incessantly.

Bao Shaojin looked at the tear-streaked little girl, realizing she was probably having a nightmare, continuously murmuring "daddy," her fair and clean face now covered in tears.

The little girl’s eyes hadn’t recovered yet; she shouldn’t shed tears.

Bao Shaojin reached out and gently patted her soft cheek.

"An Yin, wake up!" Bao Shaojin called with a somber face, a hint of worry in his tone.

In the fog, An Yin seemed to hear someone calling her. She stopped running. When she looked back, she saw no one. Then, turning back to look for the man ahead, she found only fog and endless darkness.

"Daddy, daddy, don’t go, wait for me..."

"An Yin, wake up."

Bao Shaojin pulled back the blanket, holding her frail shoulders tightly, shaking them slightly.

The next second, the little girl opened her tear-filled eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, seemingly not fully awakened from her dream.

Bao Shaojin didn’t disturb her, picking up a tissue from the side to gently wipe her tears away.

"Boohoo..."

Occasionally, the little girl let out a sob, while Bao Shaojin quietly waited by her side.

"Bao Shaojin," An Yin, with her reddened eyes, looked at him, her tone carrying a hint of defiance, "Do you like your father?"

Hearing her question, Bao Shaojin’s eyelid twitched slightly, but he answered nonetheless, "We have a very distant relationship."

An Yin seemed not to hear his words, talking to herself, "I don’t like my father."

"I really don’t like him!" An Yin reiterated.

"I understand."

Bao Shaojin pondered deeply.

The little girl had a stubborn mouth! Just moments ago, she was crying in her dream, shouting, "Daddy don’t go," like a child abandoned by her father, crying pitifully! Yet she repeatedly emphasized she didn’t like her father, which precisely showed that, deep inside, she longed for fatherly love!

Since she was Bao Cheng’s girlfriend, out of discretion, he had never had anyone investigate her family situation. Now, hearing the little girl’s dreamy murmurs made him curious about her family environment.

"He probably doesn’t like me either!" An Yin sniffed, her eyes and nose red, making her look like an adorable little white rabbit.

In her dream, even the "daddy" she claimed wouldn’t pay her any attention!

An Yin curled up into a ball, her watery eyes watching the man in front of her.

"An Yin, no one would dislike you!" Bao Shaojin’s deep, cold eyes gazed at her, his tone firm and domineering.