Time Travel and Love

Quan Si felt Chu Qingmeng's pulse and breathed a sigh of relief. It was all superficial injuries, no internal injuries at all! The executioner was still restrained. He asked someone to find his female doctor to come and clean the wound for me. My whole back was covered in blood.

After an hour, the cleanup was finally completed. The female doctor covered Chu Qingmeng with a quilt and gave her four or so injections, and Chu Qingmeng woke up.

Mo Liujin sat on the bed and sighed as he looked at her, "Why do you ruin your body? You can't deal with that rebellious son, can't you just tell me?"

"I just want to correct the atmosphere in the mansion. Don't wait until it's too late to take action. After all, you are the father. It's not your place to intervene in what goes on in their room." Chu Qingmeng lay on the bed with her eyes closed weakly. She used to feel sorry for her son, but now that she is in pain, she has no time to feel sorry for him. However, she still can't help but complain, "Also, is there something wrong with your son's taste? Why is he so fond of brothels? If he wasn't my biological son, I would rather beat him to death today than his concubine."

"..." Mo Liujin said nothing. How could he know what his concubine was like? He never went to their courtyard, and he also did not allow his concubine to leave their courtyard.

"Go outside. I didn't pick a good time today. You know I'm reckless when I'm angry. After all, I invited my in-laws." After taking a breath, he continued, "I wanted to keep your son's mess a secret and get it over with quickly, but I didn't expect Wen Zhong to call you. I was able to protect Feiying, but not Wen Zhong."

Mo Liujin rubbed his head, unable to understand what she was thinking. "You had someone beat you up like this. Have you ever thought about how you're going to get to the front hall?"

"..."

Well, at that time, Guang was angry, hating the younger one for not living up to his expectations and hating himself for not being able to control him. But he didn't expect this. He pushed Mo Liujin twice, "Anyway, go quickly. Second brother is helping you, but you are the master of the house after all. I'm fine, go ahead and take care of your son. He still has to go to his father-in-law's house."

"Yeah. You!" Mo Liujin's feeling of disappointment had now shifted to her. He stood up and went to the front hall, but just as he left the yard, he ran into Mo Jiangche coming towards him.

"Father." Mo Jiangche bowed his head and saluted, and he seemed to have regained his former calm and mature self.

Mo Liujin glanced at him. Was he overstimulated by Qing Meng? He gave a faint "hmm" and ignored him, going straight to the front hall.

After asking Feiying who was guarding the door, he learned that Chu Qingmeng had woken up. Mo Jiangche pushed the door open and entered the room.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Chu Qingmeng thought Mo Liujin had returned again, and said weakly, "Third brother, stop making trouble and go quickly. Your son has lost all his face because of my temper today. If you don't go and say a few good words for him, he really won't be able to enter the door of his father-in-law's house."

Mo Jiangche, who had calmed down, burst into tears again after hearing this. He knelt in front of Chu Qingmeng's bed and began to sob softly without saying a word.

Chu Qingmeng was startled for a moment when he heard the crying. After thinking for a moment, he called out tentatively, "Che'er? Is that you?"

"It's my son, mother." Mo Jiangche looked at Chu Qingmeng's unfocused eyes and wanted to cry even more.

"What's wrong? Are you upset that I embarrassed you today? Or are you mad at me for hitting you? Or... do you hate me for beating your concubine to death?" Chu Qingmeng wanted to raise her hand to wipe his tears, but the moment she raised her arm, she tore the wound. She was not as resistant to blows as Mo Jiangche, and although she wouldn't die, it would be enough to keep her lying in bed unable to move for a few days.

"No, no, no, mother, no, please don't move." Mo Jiangche hurriedly wiped away his tears and put Chu Qingmeng's hand back in place, but did not let go of her hand. He held her hand as if seeking a little comfort, and said in a muffled voice, "Mother, it's all my fault for not listening to you and making you sad. Do you hate your son so much today?"

Maybe it was really because he had no mother's company since childhood, which led to him always wanting to have some physical contact with Chu Qingmeng after he became close to her, such as holding her hand, or wanting her to hug him and pat his back like coaxing a child.

Chu Qingmeng sighed, guessing his inner uneasiness. She opened her palms, trying to grasp both of his hands. However, a man's hands were much larger than hers. Finally, she let him hold her and whispered, "My child, crying for food in my arms, has grown so big. Before, his tiny hands would have struggled to grasp even one of my fingers, but now he's grown so big that I can't even hold a single hand. I missed so much. I missed his babbling, his first steps, every day of his growth. I wasn't even there for him to be with him during the major events of his life, like passing the imperial examinations, getting married, and having children. So, rather than hating you for your hypocritical disobedience, it's more that I hate myself. I hate myself for giving birth to you but not raising you, and I hate myself for not being able to be with you. No matter what mistakes you've made, it all comes down to my failure to teach you. I owe you this beating today. As a mother, I deserve it."

Mo Jiangche burst into tears and could only shake his head while tightly grasping Chu Qingmeng's hand. "No, mother. Today, I was the one who messed up. I have been making amends since I came back. I know it all. Time and time again, I have wanted to compensate us with my life. I understand. I am afraid that I will be disappointed today and will never want to talk to me again..."