Chapter 147: Forgotten at School

He had actually been so fierce just a moment ago.

Nangong Jin felt a certain amount of guilt in his heart; whenever he woke up in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but sit up in bed and slap himself.

For the entire class, Nangong Jin felt somewhat restless; he finally waited for the dismissal bell to ring, took a bottle of milk out of his small schoolbag, and ran *da-da-da* to the entrance of the third-grade classroom.

He wasn't shy either, being quite bold, and walked straight to Gu Yichen's desk, placing the bottle of milk on it.

Nangong Jin, wearing the high-end school uniform of this elite primary school, walked to Gu Yichen's desk with a proud and pampered look on his face, looking down at him from above: "I don't want to drink this anymore, I'll give it to you."

"This was bought specially for me by my mother."

See, see, I've even given you the things my mother bought for me; I am being super generous like this.

After saying this, he didn't even wait for Gu Yichen to refuse him, wiggling his bottom as he ran out of the classroom.

Gu Yichen looked at the bottle of milk on the desk, his long eyelashes trembling.

Nangong Jin returned to his own classroom and finally felt at ease; he had a particularly good time for the rest of the class, and the guilt in his heart diminished a little.

He looked fierce and not someone to be trifled with, but in reality, he was particularly sensitive inside.

If he bullied someone weaker than himself, he would feel particularly uncomfortable in his heart.

After school.

After class, Nangong Jin carried his small schoolbag and hopped and skipped as he rushed out of the classroom; he was the first to reach the school gate.

Seeing Qin Shu wearing a mask at the entrance, his eyes lit up slightly, and he quickened his pace to run over.

"Mom! You are the first parent to pick me up!" Nangong Jin's little face was flushed, and he ran over and hugged Qin Shu's thigh, smiling very happily.

In the years he had been deprived of maternal love, this was what he had wanted most in his dreams.

Qin Shu bent down and picked him up from the ground; Qin Shu had disguised herself today precisely because she was afraid of running into people from the Gu Family.

For the time being, she did not want to run into anyone from the Gu Family.

Gu Yichen came out of the classroom and, across a vast distance and a large crowd of people, accurately locked onto Qin Shu's position.

He stood in place with his schoolbag on his back, watching Qin Shu take that little chubby boy away, and a sense of loss couldn't help but well up in his heart.

Most of his classmates had been picked up, and Gu Yichen sat on a small stool in the security office, silent and saying nothing.

"Little student, do you want to call your parent?"

The security guard in the booth saw that everyone in the school had left while he was still there; at this moment, it had already started to rain outside, one after another.

The rain grew heavier and heavier.

Gu Yichen looked down at his watch and sent a message to A Zhong: "Uncle A Zhong, I am still at school, when will you come to pick me up?"

A Zhong was stunned when he received this message, and then immediately called: "Didn't your father come to pick you up?"

Gu Yichen answered the phone: "No one came to pick me up."

A Zhong: "Ah, I'll give President Gu a call, or I'll come over in a bit, little young master, you wait a moment."

A Zhong quickly called Gu Tingyan, and after the other side picked up, he said: "President, didn't you go to pick up the little young master?"

Gu Tingyan was sitting in his office working, and upon hearing this, he was stunned: "I was busy and forgot."

A Zhong: "It's been an hour since school let out."

"The little young master has been waiting for you at school for an hour."

Gu Tingyan turned his head to look at the rain outside the window, his brows furrowed tightly, and he quickly stood up: "I'm coming over now."

He hung up the phone, grabbed his black coat from the chair, and quickened his pace as he walked out.

A luxurious Maybach rushed into the curtain of rain, driving rapidly toward the primary school.

When Gu Tingyan arrived at the security office, Gu Yichen was sitting obediently on the chair, holding a bottle of milk in his hand, looking up at him just like that.

Gu Tingyan felt some guilt on his face, walked over, and took Gu Yichen into his arms: "Sorry, Dad was busy and forgot."

He thanked the security guard a few times, opened an umbrella, and walked into the curtain of rain while holding Gu Yichen.

The car door opened, Gu Tingyan put the child in the car, took a towel from the seat, and threw it at him: "Put this over yourself."

The car cabin had the heater on, and it was much warmer once they got inside; Gu Yichen felt his hands slowly warming up as well.

Gu Tingyan drove back to the villa; he had brought all the documents from the company back and placed them on the table.

There was no housekeeper in the villa to cook; Gu Tingyan did not like anyone disturbing his peace, only occasionally letting a cleaner come over to tidy up.

Today, Gu Tingyan cooked as usual; he simply made three dishes and one soup, and the father and son sat at the table eating, the villa feeling exceptionally cold and desolate.

It felt as if one could hear a needle drop.

Gu Tingyan looked at Gu Yichen holding a bottle of milk in his hand, drinking it in small sips with his head lowered, and asked: "Since when do you like drinking milk?"

Gu Yichen had never liked drinking pure milk since he was a child; he used to be forced to drink it by Lin Jingshu, having to drink a cup every night before bed, though he actually disliked it very much.

Gu Yichen lowered his head and took another small sip, saying faintly: "Today."

Gu Tingyan glanced at him, and after finishing his meal, he had A Zhong order a case of fresh milk for Gu Yichen to be delivered to the villa.

After the meal, Gu Tingyan went to wash the dishes and then handled his work.

Gu Yichen was in his room doing his homework; in the evening, Gu Yichen began to run a high fever, as he had been blown by the cold wind all day and the injury on his leg had not yet healed.

Having caught a chill in the rain today, with all this tossing and turning, the little child fell ill.

Fortunately, Gu Tingyan got up in the middle of the night to check on him, and seeing Gu Yichen's cheeks burning red, he was scared pale, hurriedly holding the child as he drove to the hospital to register him in the pediatric department.

After the hospital finished examining the child's body, they gave him an injection and prescribed some medicine.

"The child needs to stay in the hospital for observation for a day; if you had sent him any later, he would have been burned into a fool."

"It's fortunate you sent him in time."

"Also, he has an injury on his leg, don't let it get wet again."

When Gu Tingyan heard this, his heart tightened; he had not expected Gu Yichen's constitution to be so poor, and even less had he expected that Gu Yichen had an injury on his leg.

He hadn't said a word; even with an injury, he hadn't told Gu Tingyan, his expression calm and normal, to the point that even he hadn't noticed his own son was carrying an injury.

Gu Tingyan didn't know who he had learned this endurance from; he didn't even know how to cry out when his body was in pain.

And today, he truly should not have left the child in the security office for so long.

"Okay, thank you, Doctor."

On the hospital bed, Gu Yichen was delirious with fever; Gu Tingyan poured him some warm water and slowly coaxed the little one into taking his medicine.

Gu Yichen lay in Gu Tingyan's arms, soft and tiny, murmuring incessantly, "Mommy, Mommy."

Gu Tingyan stiffened all over, his fingertips turning icy cold, his heart aching until he trembled slightly.

In these four years, no one in the Gu Family had dared to mention the name of Qin Shu.

And Qin Shu had also become a forbidden zone between father and son.