Gu Chen'en has been with someone else for the past two years, Jing Hao knows this, but it was yesterday that he truly understood his marriage was in crisis.

It was discovered that the one million bank card brought as dowry to the Gu family had gone missing!

Realizing that if they remained passive, the family they had worked so hard to maintain for two years would be destroyed, and their most precious child, An An, would be exposed to unpredictable harm.

"Cough cough, Mom, I'm hot."

Five-year-old AnAn's pained and powerless whimpers and the incessant hacking cough in Jing Hao's ears sounded like a thunderclap, jolting him. Feeling AnAn's burning forehead, his heart skipped a beat.

I hurriedly took a thermometer from the bedside table and tucked it under An An's armpit, saying, "An An, hold onto the thermometer for a bit. Mom needs to call Dad, okay?"

Annann was very well-behaved. Her little cheeks were flushed red with fever, but she still looked bravely at her mother and nodded obediently.

Jǐng Hǎohǎo bit her lip, ran back to the bedroom in a stumble, and frantically pulled out her phone, dialing her husband Gu Chēn'en.

There was a "dialing" sound from the phone in my ear, until the robotic voice announced, "The number you have dialed is unanswered."

Jing Hao hung up the phone decisively, a fierce determination in her eyes.

Found the car keys and handbag, threw on a jacket, and returned to An'an's room.

Ann is still as sweet and well-behaved, it's heartbreaking.

With wide eyes, she stared at the doorway and when she saw Jing Haohao, she stopped coughing so as not to worry her mother. She even managed to pull out a pure and innocent smile and said, "Mom, where's Dad?"

But just as I finished speaking, a series of suppressed coughs came out.

"Cough cough... Cough cough..."

Jing walked over nicely, took out a thin cotton cloth from the cabinet and draped it on An An. Then she took out a thermometer from under her armpit.

A fever of 39 degrees.

His heart skipped a beat.

An An often gets sick, and it's much harder on her than ordinary children. Coughing is a common occurrence in the winter, making medicine, injections, and even infusions part of our daily routine during that season.

Jinghao was helping Lala zip up her jacket and putting on her hat as she said, "Daddy is on his way back. Mommy will take An'an to the hospital first."

An An felt very secure. Hearing that Daddy would be home soon, she wrapped her arms around Jing Hao's neck and nestled in his collarbone, drowsy with contentment.

An An's burn was severe, her small face nestled in Jing Hao's neck. The intense heat scorched her skin, burning all the way to her heart, leaving her in agony.

It is now the time when lanterns are just beginning to illuminate, ten o'clock. The streets at the end of November are not as lively as in summer. Under the onslaught of the cold wind from the north, cars whiz by one after another, and pedestrians huddle their heads in their cotton clothes, walking quickly without paying attention to the world around them.

Now the clinic hours are long gone, and only a few on-call doctors remain at the children's hospital.

After a thorough examination, An An was found to have mild pneumonia caused by coughing, which led to a high fever.

By the time all the medicine was administered and the IV drip was finished, I was already lying in bed asleep.

Jinghao took down the thermometer from under her armpit and let out a slight sigh of relief. An An's fever had gone down to 38.5 degrees.

He got up, left the ward, and outside the ward he called Gu Chen'en again.

This time, as always, a long time has passed.

When Jing Haohao thought Gu Chen wouldn't answer his call again, his voice came through the receiver, just a little subdued. "Haohao, I'm with the leader now, and I'll be home in a while. You should go to sleep first, don't wait for me."

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