When he saw the broken jar and the ashes scattered on the floor, a surge of anger rushed to Huo Yanxi's forehead.
He directly kicked the kid to the ground!
When the little guy fell to the ground, he accidentally bumped into the coffee table next to him, causing his forehead to bleed!
But he still didn't say a word, didn't cry or scream in pain, and looked at the broken jar with a stubborn look on his face.
He doesn't believe this is his 'mommy'!
Su Nanqiu, who heard the noise upstairs, came down and was shocked when he saw his grandson lying on the ground with blood pouring from his forehead.
She rushed over anxiously and picked up her grandson: "Oh, my dear, why are you injured?"
The little guy pursed his lips and said nothing, but stared at his father Huo Yanxi with angry eyes.
Su Nanqiu guessed something, glared at Huo Yanxi and asked, "Did you attack him?"
Huo Yanxi had a stern look on his face: "It's not about using your hands, it's about using your feet." He was very honest.
"What? You!" Su Nanqiu was immediately angry: "Well, why did you attack him? Are you crazy? You only have such a son now!"
Huo Yanxi's face was still ugly: "He shouldn't have thrown his mother to the ground! He's a traitor!"
Su Nanqiu was startled and didn't understand what he meant: "Mom?"
Huo Yanxi slowly squatted down and looked at the broken fragments and ashes, his heart throbbing: "These are the ashes of his biological mother Ye Ruge."
Su Nanqiu was startled and fell into a daze. She took two steps back holding the little guy, almost losing her balance: "What...what did you say?"
Ye Ruge’s ashes?
Did he find Ye Ruge?
So Ye Ruge is still dead?
"No! It's not my mommy!" The little guy, who never spoke easily, retorted very excitedly at this moment.
Su Nanqiu came back to her senses and saw that his forehead was still bleeding. She followed his words and said, "No, no, your mommy is still fine. Sooner or later, she will come back."
She comforted her sweet grandson, then carried him upstairs, and shouted to the housekeeper: "Call the family doctor over, quickly!" She only cared about her child and no longer paid attention to Huo Yanxi.
Huo Yanxi's eyes were a little red, and he wanted to collect the ashes with trembling hands. He wanted to touch them but didn't dare to touch them. He hesitated, just looking at the ashes on the ground, and his heart sank a little bit.
"Ye Ruge, you saw it. This is the son you gave birth to. Why did you just leave the child to me and let me go? You are so selfish!" He punched the coffee table with his clenched fist, and his breath suddenly changed.
Very heavy...
Huo Yanxi knelt on the ground, collecting the ashes bit by bit and putting them into new jars.
Finally, he took the jar back to his bedroom and placed it on his bedside table.
"Ye Ruge, just stay here with me." He lightly touched the jar with his fingers and spoke softly.
Su Nanqiu asked the family doctor to treat the child's wounds, and then asked a psychiatrist to see him.
The little guy was slightly stimulated and his mood has not fully recovered yet.
Su Nanqiu couldn't help but worry: "What should we do now?" she asked the psychiatrist.
Psychologist: "Don't be too nervous. This kind of stimulation may not be a bad thing for him. Didn't you say that he spoke at that time?"
"Yes, he was very excited."
"This shows that there is still something that can arouse his attention, and it will be fine if he slowly calms down."
Su Nanqiu looked silently at the little guy who was sleeping temporarily on the bed, and sighed secretly, how could he get better from this situation?
Ye Ruge is dead. He has been a motherless child since he was a child. Where can he find a mother for him?
Su Nanqiu then came to Huo Yanxi's room and saw him talking to himself to the jar on the bedside table.
She couldn't help but be surprised. He put Ye Ruge's ashes on the bedside table?