Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 420 The Beginning of Everything 11

Xie Gui's mind was in turmoil, and he himself was in turmoil.

Actions that seemed insignificant in the past now left Xie Gui feeling helpless.

The weight on his shoulder wasn't heavy, but it made Xie Gui afraid to move easily, and he endured it all the way.

It was an hour later when they arrived at the hillside manor.

Xie Gui had considered waking Gu Yao up halfway through, though he was still somewhat angry.

I'm so annoyed that this person doesn't get proper rest. They promised themselves they wouldn't stay up late, but they still broke their promise.

Seeing Gu Yao's tired face, Xie Gui felt as if a needle had pierced through his pent-up anger.

The army was defeated.

They were utterly defeated and disarmed.

I couldn't muster any more energy.

He pulled some strings and made the child the sole head of household, while the household registration remained in the original location.

This is not easy.

After all, Gu Yao was still young back then, and that was the first time Xie Gui was grateful for his status as the head of the Xie Group.

At least you have some face.

Xie Gui sighed helplessly, but did not make a move.

Once they arrived at the manor, he nudged the child, "A-Yao, get up, we're here."

Gu Yao frowned, as if he were under a spell. He opened his eyes groggily, propped himself up, and looked adorably dazed.

Xie Gui had already gotten out of the car and reached out his hand to Gu Yao, wanting to help the drowsy child up.

Gu Yao tried to reach out and grab Xie Gui, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head and stumbled forward. Xie Gui's expression changed, and he reached out and caught Gu Yao. "A Yao?"

Gu Yao shook his head, his head, which was resting against Xie Gui's neck, was a little weak. He seemed to hear Xie Gui's voice.

Xie Gui called Gu Yao's name softly, but the child did not respond at all.

The breath hitting the side of my neck felt exceptionally hot.

Xie Gui tightened his grip on the person, "A Yao?"

Gu Yao just wanted to sleep, and he hummed in response twice, but he could no longer open his eyes.

Xie Gui pursed his lips, frowned, and then picked the person up in his arms.

The boy had grown so tall that he reached the tip of his nose, yet he felt incredibly light in his arms.

Despite having already lost some height, she is still so thin.

When it curls itself up, it's still a tiny little thing.

Wrapped in a blanket, Gu Yao was caught in the wind halfway up the mountain. Instinctively, she began searching for shelter, snuggling even closer into Xie Gui's arms, murmuring...

"cold……"

Xie Gui's initial anger was completely extinguished by the child's pitiful remark.

He reached out and pulled the blanket up, his fingertips touching the boy's fair neck, which was surprisingly hot.

Xie Gui placed his hand on Gu Yao's forehead, and the temperature under his palm became increasingly hot, making Xie Gui panic.

He thought Gu Yao was just tired from staying up late last night and had only slept the whole way, but he didn't expect her to have such a high fever.

Xie Gui pursed his lips, picked the person up, and strode into the manor.

Driver Zhang stepped forward, "Young Master, what's wrong with Xiao Yao?"

Xie Gui didn't change his pace. "He has a fever. Tell Qin Yu to come over right away."

Old Zhang turned his head to look at the boy's flushed face, his expression darkening. He nodded, "I'll call Dr. Qin over right away."

Xie Gui didn't say anything more, but hugged Gu Yao even tighter.

As soon as they entered the manor, Xie's mother, who was sitting on the sofa, looked over. She put down the magazine in her hand, turned her head, and smiled gently. "You're back. Oh, what's wrong with Xiao Yao?"

Xie Gui glanced at his mother, then hugged her tighter. "She's sick, she has a fever."

The gentle and beautiful woman also looked anxious. She stood up and said, "Then why aren't you rushing her to the hospital? What are you standing here for? And why did you bring Xiao Yao back?"

Xie Gui pursed his lips, feeling a pang of sadness. He sighed softly, "I just found out too. We're already at the entrance, but the hospital is too far from here. I've already asked Uncle Zhang to call Qin Yu..."

Xie Gui wanted to say something more, but the boy suddenly grabbed his shirt at the chest and began to sob softly, as if he had suffered a great injustice, and cried out in pain.

Xie's mother was also a little worried and wanted to reach out and touch Gu Yao's forehead, but Xie Gui turned his feet and avoided his mother's outstretched hand, saying, "I'll take the child upstairs first."

Mother Xie's outstretched hand froze. She lowered her gaze, then casually withdrew her hand and nodded. "Quickly take Xiao Yao back to her room."

Xie Gui didn't speak, only nodded, and turned to stride upstairs to his room.

Seeing this, Xie's father frowned, stood up and stepped forward, putting his hand on Xie's mother's shoulder, "I'll give that brat Xie Gui a good scolding later!"

Mother Xie raised her eyes and looked at Father Xie. She didn't say anything, but the meaning in her beautiful eyes was obvious.

You dare touch my son?

Mr. Xie touched the tip of his nose, somewhat embarrassed, and looked at Mrs. Xie with a hint of grievance in his eyes, "Wife..."

They've been married for over twenty years and have known each other since birth. Xie's mother is no longer buying into this. She reached out and slapped Xie's father's hand away, saying, "This trick won't work."

Without even glancing at Xie's father, her gaze lingered on the spiral staircase for a long time before she sighed softly, "Old Xie, tell me, is it too late for me to make amends to Xiao Gui now..."

So much so that even Gu Yao was unwilling to let Xie Gui get close to them.

It was as if they wanted to hold that child tightly in their hands.

Clothing, food, housing, and transportation—nothing is too big or too small.

It was as if she wanted to pour all the love she hadn't received onto Gu Yao.

They cared for Gu Yao more than they did for him as his parents.

Mr. Xie snorted and glanced upstairs. "The children are all grown up now, why worry about them? Didn't you say you wanted to go to Provence again? How about we go in a couple of days?"

The refined man reached out and turned the woman's body around, a gentle smile on his face.

Mother Xie frowned, her gaze towards Father Xie filled with helplessness, and she simply nodded.

Mr. Xie smiled happily, pulled his wife to the table, stuffed the magazine she hadn't finished reading into her hands, pointed to a piece of jewelry on the magazine, and said, "Didn't you say you liked this designer? She's in Provence right now. We can go see her and have her make a set of jewelry just in time for your birthday."

Mother Xie nodded absentmindedly, but the jewelry that had been so beautiful just moments before no longer held any appeal for her. She turned her head to look upstairs, her eyes filled with unconcealed worry.

Mr. Xie gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, but ultimately said nothing.

He was just wondering how long he would be gone this time, taking his wife with him.

It would be best to stay outside for a longer period of time.

Instead of having to come back every two months like this.

He didn't like his wife's attention being diverted to other people.

anyone.

Father Xie lowered his gaze, his eyes turning cold as he looked upstairs, devoid of any warmth.

It only gained some warmth when it landed on Xie's mother.