One Child Two Treasures: The Billionaire Chief’s Good Wife

p>She held him up with some difficulty and fed him one mouthful.
The boy was in a half-conscious state where he did not even have the strength to open his mouth.

In the end, his mother had to gulp in a mouthful of congee, slowly bring it to the side of his lips and push it in his mouth from hers.

Gulp!

A mouthful of lukewarm congee slid down his throat smoothly, which finally warmed him mildly.

“Mommy…” The boy moved his throat and cried out weakly.

“Eh! Mommy’s here.
Little Yichen, let mommy feed you some congee, alright?”

He struggled to open his eyes.
“Mommy, how are your wounds? Are you still in pain?”

He sounded anxious and vexed.

His mother shook her head as she tried to hold back her fear and sadness.
“Yichen, good boy.
Mommy isn’t in pain; I’m not in pain…”

“Mommy, I’m feeling cold…”

As his blood circulated, his body temperature dipped gradually.

She immediately hugged him closer.

“Are you still feeling cold?”

“Eh… a little cold…”

The boy shivered a little in her embrace.

The underground warehouse was submersed in cool, damp air by now.

As he had lost much blood as well, his peripherals started to turn cold and clammy.

His mother fidgeted anxiously, not knowing what to do next.

The scar-faced man sipped his lips, threw down his cigarette butt, and snuffed it out with his foot before walking

up to the two to toss them the jacket he was wearing.

The woman quickly fetched it and then covered her son with it.

It was a thick and long trench coat.

The boy’s face eased somewhat after she had covered him with the trench coat.

She then fed him the congee intermittently.

He finished the bowl of congee dutifully and managed to regain some color.

As for his mother, she continued hugging him closely in this manner.