"Who are you looking for, Feng Feng?" Feng Qishi guessed boldly.
"No, a wolf demon," Mu Anxiao stated directly.
Feng Qishi paused for a moment and said, "Then you go, and remember to find me."
"Got it," Mu Anxiao replied, hanging up the phone as soon as she finished speaking.
Feng Qishi pursed her lips, took her phone away, and turned to look at Feng Ba, who was smiling at her. "Dad, aren't you going to work today?"
"No, that," Feng Ba worried, pointing at Feng Qishi's leg. "Has the anesthetic worn off yet?"
"Mhm, it's over," Feng Qishi nodded, inwardly wondering why her leg felt nothing after the anesthesia wore off.
"That's good." Feng Ba's anxiety, which had been building all night, subsided.
"Dad, that person, my cousin will be here soon," Feng Qishi said.
Feng Ba smiled, "I heard. You and your cousin really have a good relationship."
"It's alright," Feng Qishi gave an awkward smile and asked, "Where's Mom?"
"Do you miss her?" Feng Ba asked.
"It's alright. I just feel bad seeing Mom angry because of me. If possible, I hope you and she can make up," Feng Qishi said faintly.
"Did your brother tell you?" Feng Ba asked.
At the same time, Feng Yan walked into the ward and happened to overhear Feng Ba's question to Feng Qishi. He quickly said, "I didn't say anything."
Feng Ba looked at Feng Yan, frowning.
Feng Qishi quickly said, "Oh, it was Mu Shazi who told me. She said Mom looked quite pitiful."
"Why would she say that to you?" Feng Yan asked unfriendlily.
Feng Qishi, worried Feng Yan might misunderstand Mu Anxiao, explained, "She's just concerned about me. You should talk to Mom."
"Don't worry, just rest well," Feng Ba said, bending down to pat Feng Qishi's shoulder.
Feng Qishi forced a smile.
Feng Yan said, "I've brought all your textbooks. Take a look when you have time. Senior year is very important."
"Mhm, I know," Feng Qishi replied.
"I'll go buy you some food," Feng Yan said, turning and walking out of the ward.
Afterward, once Feng Qishi felt Feng Yan had completely left, she looked at Feng Ba and said, "Dad, am I really Mom's biological child? My brother says I am, but I don't think so."
"Of course you are. It's just that your mother is quite suspicious. Back then, I was close to one of your aunts, and coincidentally, that aunt also had a child..."
"Dad, it's not yours, is it?" Feng Qishi interrupted.
Feng Ba smiled, "Of course not. She's married, and gave birth on the same day as your mother. Afterward, your mother made a huge scene. To be honest," he shook his head, "I still don't know what she was thinking. I explained it so clearly, and she still wouldn't let it go. Your aunt even had her husband bring their child to explain, and she still didn't believe it. I'm really speechless."
"It seems like my mother has disliked me since I was born," Feng Qishi said softly.
"No, your mother just has a sharp tongue and a soft heart. If she truly didn't care about you, would she have sent you to a good school? You, child, don't overthink things," Feng Ba said, his expression changing. "But speaking of which, it's my fault too. If I hadn't been so close to your aunt back then, your mother probably wouldn't be like this. They say pregnant women are sensitive!"
"It's not your fault. That..." Feng Qishi pursed her lips and asked, "If I leave you all, will you be sad?"
Seeing Feng Qishi's serious demeanor, Feng Ba became emotional. "Qishi, you are my son. You can't have any more suicidal thoughts. If you were really gone, I would be heartbroken to death."
"Dad, I know. What I mean is, if I go to another place, to live away from this home, would you be willing to let me go?" Feng Qishi tried to ask.
"You want to go abroad?" Feng Ba asked.
Feng Qishi nodded perfunctorily, "Mhm, to leave this place."
"Will you come back in the future?"
"I'll write to you. If I come back, I might not be able to return," Feng Qishi said, but seeing Feng Ba's expression, her heart sank.
Feng Ba looked at Feng Qishi's face and gave a bitter smile. "From the day you were born, I haven't really taken care of you. Every time your mother yelled at you or hit you, I never said a word. I know you resent it, but you acting like this," he said, "is no different from being dead."
"Dad, I'm alive, just in a different place." Feng Qishi had a premonition that she would leave, so before going, she wanted to prepare her father, who had been good to her.
"Qishi, you are my son. As the saying goes, sons support their parents in old age. If you leave, what will I do?" Tears welled up in Feng Ba's eyes.
Seeing Feng Ba's reaction, Feng Qishi quickly said, "I was just talking. Don't take it seriously."
"You really were just talking?" Feng Ba asked.
"Mhm." Feng Qishi closed her eyes.
Then, Feng Mu walked into the ward and said, "Do you really want to leave?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Qishi froze.
Feng Mu walked around the foot of the bed to Feng Qishi's bedside, looking down with anger, and growled, "I'm asking you, speak up."
"I..." Feng Qishi was speechless.
Feng Ba nudged Feng Mu and said, "The child is sick. Can you say less?"
"No," Feng Mu replied, continuing to glare at Feng Qishi. "Feng Qishi, you wanted to do a paternity test with me, right? Fine, I'll tell you, you are my biological son, so what if I just don't like you!"
Feng Qishi was completely stunned.
Feng Ba looked at Feng Mu's profile in surprise and asked, "When did you do it?"
"Since he was in high school, I used his hair. But for some reason, the moment I found out he was my son," Feng Mu narrowed her eyes, "I became extremely angry. Extremely angry! How could I have a son like him? Such a fragile, emotionally unintelligent son. He's not like me at all."
Feng Qishi closed her eyes, not wanting to speak.
Feng Ba glanced at Feng Qishi and pushed Feng Mu out of the ward.
Moments later, a quarrel could be heard from outside. Feng Qishi's tears slid down her cheeks.
The soul child looked at Feng Qishi's appearance, his eyes darkening, and said, "You're quite tragic." With that, he crouched down and disappeared.
Feng Qishi opened her eyes, raised her hand, and wiped away the tears from her face. "They're here," she said.
The boy walked into the ward holding a fruit basket and flowers. "Mhm, your dad dragged your mom away."
"I'm her biological child," Feng Qishi said.
"I heard. It's just that your mom is a bit much," the boy said, walking forward and placing the fruit basket and flowers on the table.
Feng Qishi turned her head to look at the fruit basket and flowers on the table. "I'm not an old person. You just needed to buy me snacks. Why buy all this?"
"No, my mom said that visiting a patient should be grand. My mom also said," the boy said, sitting on a stool, "that she'll come later."