Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland

Chapter 147: Chapter 147 Owe You an Apology_1
 

Meng Yunhan patted Little Huzi on the head, her gaze shifting to the bed, “Yun Hao, I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but you need to wake up soon. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”

She was only human, not a god. She wouldn’t divorce him but she feared the day she might reach her limit. What would they do then?

“Little Huzi is still so young. What are we to do if you continue to sleep like this?” Meng Yunhan knew about vegetative patients, but she didn’t fully understand their condition. She had heard that they could hear other people talking, so she tried to stimulate Yun Hao, urging him to wake up soon.

She was doing her best, but she hoped he was striving to wake up, too.

“Little Huzi looks a lot like you. Mom said you two look like you were cast from the same mold. You’re our tree, you can’t fall down. Please wake up!” Her hoarse, breaking voice echoed again in the hospital room.

Meng Yunhan tried her best to stop herself from crying, but tears flowed down her face akin to a stubborn leaky faucet.

Why wouldn’t he wake up? Why won’t he wake up?

“It’s been over a month. You’ve been sleeping for more than a month. During my confinement period, I only lay in bed for a month. Why have you been bedridden for longer than I have?”

“Yun Hao, I still owe you an apology. I am sorry. Please open your eyes, stop tormenting me, stop joking with me. This isn’t a funny joke at all.” Meng Yunhan mutters to herself as though she has been greatly wronged, yearning for someone to share her sorrow.

Yet, the man lying in the bed doesn’t react to her at all.

Meng Yunhan doesn’t continue to speak because Little Huzi stops eating and stares at her with wide eyes.

“Little Huzi, this is your daddy. Kiss your daddy.” Meng Yunhan held up Little Huzi to Yun Hao, but their little one shrugged him off, seeming uninterested.

“Yun Hao, see? Your son rejects you. He knows you’ve grown thin, and your bony structure makes him uncomfortable.” Meng Yunhan, teasing with a light peck on Yun Hao’s lips, looks down.

“Little Huzi, tell your daddy to get up, to play with you, to sing you a song. Ask him to demonstrate some military boxing for you.” As she speaks, Meng Yunhan’s tears start dropping onto Yun Hao’s face, spreading on his skin.

“Oh right, Yun Hao, let me introduce you. This is your son, his nickname is Little Huzi, and his formal name is Yun Mingrui. He’s just over a month old now. Your son is very well-behaved, hardly makes a fuss, and seldom cries. He was easy to look after during my confinement period, didn’t give me much trouble.” Meng Yunhan, fearing that her son might need to pee again, quickly took him to the restroom.

Yun Hao’s eyelids seem to move slightly, but it’s very faint.

Meng Yunhan returned to the room and softly scolded Little Huzi, “Little one, you’ve just wasted another diaper.”

Yun mother came back holding two aluminum lunch boxes. She bought the meals from the local supply and marketing cooperative. Thankfully, no one needed tickets for it else she would have had to ask Yunhan for them.

“Hanhan, is Little Huzi asleep?”

Meng Yunhan put on a smile, “Look, he’s just had a good feed and now he wants to play.”

The child couldn’t roll over yet, so Meng Yunhan had extra padding of diapers under his bottom. Let him play!

“Let’s eat first, and let him keep his father company.” Yun mother put on a smile, shaking off the previous sadness. She needed to smile, she had to, even though her smile looked more like an ugly grimace due to the bitterness in her heart.

“Okay.”