Vaguely, chaotic and noisy voices seemed to echo in his ears. He faintly heard a woman’s sobs, a voice that sounded familiar. Before he could place it, consciousness slipped away from him once more.
He didn’t know how long he had been out when he finally opened his eyes again. His vision was blurry at first. He blinked a few times, and things gradually came into focus: a pristine white ceiling overhead and glaring lights that stung his eyes.
He turned his head slightly and scanned his surroundings. An IV bag hung from a stand at the corner of the bed, and several unfamiliar medical instruments sat nearby. The room was deathly quiet—clearly the dead of night.
This was obviously a hospital.
As his mind cleared, memories flooded back. Yang Haoran remembered how he’d ended up here: he’d accidentally injured his privates. Would he be… crippled?
The thought sent a wave of panic through him.
You’ve got to be kidding. He was only sixteen! He couldn’t end up impotent for life, could he?
What would be the point of living like that?
The more he thought about it, the blacker his vision grew. Life itself seemed shrouded in darkness.
He couldn’t feel any pain down there anymore. What was going on? Had they… cut it off?
???
Unable to bear the uncertainty, he propped himself up on one elbow, trying to sit and check.
His movement startled the woman who had been dozing wearily at his bedside.
“Haoran, don’t move. Lie still.”
Liu Ruoxi jolted awake and hurried to her feet. She pressed down on her son’s shoulder, urging him back onto the bed.
Only then did Yang Haoran notice the figure slumped at the foot of the bed. It was his mother, Liu Ruoxi—Mother.
“Mother, am I… ruined?”
Yang Haoran’s face crumpled as he choked out the words.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “The doctor said it’s fine. Just a tear in the spongy tissue…” She cut herself off abruptly, fully alert now.
How could she tell her son the truth?
Forcing a smile onto her face, she said, “It’s nothing, Haoran. The doctor told Mom—it’s just a strain. A bit of rest, and you’ll be good as new.”
“It’s fine. Mom promises.”
From as far back as he could remember, Yang Haoran had never heard his mother speak to him so gently, with a smile lighting up her face.
Was this really his Mother?
Her unusual tenderness only made his heart sink further.
Now he was truly terrified.
“Mom… is it still there?”
His voice trembled as he asked.
The worst would be if it wasn’t. Then he was totally done for!
Liu Ruoxi knew she should keep her usual stern expression around her son—it would look too suspicious otherwise. But with him lying there on the hospital bed, she simply couldn’t maintain her cold facade.
Gently stroking his wrist, she comforted him in a soft voice. “It’s really fine. Don’t overthink it. Just rest up here in the hospital. Mom will stay with you.”
“What about the company?”
Yang Haoran knew his mother was the CEO of a publicly listed company. She was always swamped.
“I’ve handled everything at the company,” Liu Ruoxi assured him gently. “You don’t need to worry.”
If he weren’t in the hospital, Yang Haoran would have relished this soft side of his mother. But the cost was far too steep for him to enjoy it. His face remained mournful.
“Are you hungry? Mom made some porridge. Want a little?”
Her voice was tender, her face etched with concern as she retrieved an insulated container from the bedside table.
“No thanks, Mom. How long was I out?”
Still unclear on the extent of his injury, Yang Haoran had no appetite whatsoever.
Inwardly, he prayed his mother wasn’t lying to him—though reason told him the odds were slim.
“Two days and two nights,” she replied. “You’ve been on IV fluids the whole time. You should eat something. This is the porridge Mom made just for you. You used to love it as a kid, remember?”
She opened the lid, scooped up a spoonful, and tested the temperature herself. It was still a bit hot, so she blew on it carefully until it was just right, then held it to his lips.
Yang Haoran had zero appetite, but seeing his mother’s haggard face tugged at his heart. No need to ask—he knew she’d been by his side day and night for those two days and nights.
He parted his dry lips. With utmost care, his mother fed him the porridge from the spoon. A drop trickled from the corner of his mouth, and she dabbed it away with the hem of her clothes, utterly unconcerned that the fabric was custom-made from the finest material and terribly expensive.
He managed a little but couldn’t stomach more. He shook his head faintly at the next spoonful.
“Get some sleep. Your body’s injured—you need to rest properly.”
Liu Ruoxi set the container aside and gently caressed her son’s cheek as she spoke.
“I can’t sleep.”
He shook his head. After lying there for two days and nights, he felt wide awake.
Still stroking his face, Liu Ruoxi looked guilty. In a low voice, she murmured, “It’s all Mom’s fault. I shouldn’t have treated you like that.”
“It’s okay, Mom. I’ve gotten used to it over the years.”
Her son’s comforting words pierced her heart like needles. A sharp pain bloomed in her chest.
Guilt crashed over her like an endless tsunami.
Her expression grew distant, lost in memories.
When Haoran was little, she had just founded the Yatilan Group. Ambitious and fiercely competitive, she had poured everything into growing the company—working from dawn till dusk and neglecting her son’s upbringing. That was how he’d developed his mischievous streak.
Later, after years of her tireless efforts, the company had successfully gone public. But the habits she’d formed, combined with her naturally aloof temperament, meant she never softened her demeanor toward him, even then.
Looking back now, was she even fit to be a mother?
Seeing his mother fall suddenly silent, Yang Haoran grew anxious. Had he said something wrong again?
It took a long moment for Liu Ruoxi to snap out of it. Her eyes soft as she gazed at her son, she whispered—not sure if to him or herself—”Haoran… is Mom a bad mother?”
Yang Haoran froze for a second, then realized he had to snap her out of it. He couldn’t let her spiral like this.
Pulling an exaggerated, comical face, he said, “Oh~ my beautiful and merciful Mother, how could you think that?”
“Being the son of a fairy like you? My ancestors must be burning incense like mad in my past life!”
“Pfft.”
Liu Ruoxi couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Nonsense. What past life?”
Mother and son chatted warmly for a bit. But Yang Haoran’s weakened body couldn’t sustain his energy for long, and soon drowsiness overtook him.
Liu Ruoxi leaned close to his forehead. Her full, tender red lips looked sensually inviting as she planted a gentle kiss there. “Sleep, my child,” she murmured softly.
It was the closest the two had ever been in all these years.
……
The night passed uneventfully. When Yang Haoran woke again, it was already the third day in the hospital.
The first thing he saw was that stunning, coldly beautiful face. Though etched with exhaustion, it couldn’t hide her loveliness. If anything, the weariness lent her a softness she’d never shown before.
“Haoran, you’re awake. Feeling any better?”
Liu Ruoxi had stayed by his side all night since the previous evening, foregoing sleep entirely.
Relief washed over her as she saw him stir.
“Mm.”
Yang Haoran eyed his mother’s fatigued expression, his heart aching. “Mom, did you not sleep last night?”
“I’m fine. Mom’s not tired.”
She shook her head, but the faint dark circles under her eyes betrayed her.
“You stay put. I’ll go get Doctor Hao to check on you.”
Liu Ruoxi stepped out of the room. A moment later, she returned with a female doctor in a white coat.
Though the doctor’s hospital uniform was loose-fitting, it did little to conceal her impressive figure—especially her ample bosom, which strained against the fabric, turning the baggy outfit into something form-fitting at the chest.
As she walked toward him, her breasts jiggled playfully, impossible to ignore.
She was attractive in her own right: an elegant oval face, long hair neatly pinned up, brows like delicate feathers, skin as white as snow. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her high nose bridge, adding an air of intellectual allure.
Her full, luscious lips gleamed faintly in the sunlight, tempting one to lean in and savor them.
All in all, she was a stunning beauty.
Yet compared to the woman beside her, Liu Ruoxi, she seemed like a mere green leaf framing a flower.
Liu Ruoxi possessed a devilish figure that was in no way inferior to the ideal, but with even more harmonious proportions, a more exquisite face, and a coldly glamorous beauty—like an icy beauty who had stepped forth from an ancient painting.
Setting aside the fact that Liu Ruoxi was his own mother, Yang Haoran still found her beautiful as a fairy, a celestial fairy who had descended into the mortal world!
