"Stop fooling around, we should go out and see the children," Jiang Ziyu broke free from Di Mingjue, tidied her appearance, and pulled Di Mingjue out of the room.
Downstairs, the three children were surrounding Di Jianhan. To completely allay Di Mingjue's worries, Di Jianhan had to play the part thoroughly and wait for Di Mingjue to lower his guard.
He lay on the ground, like an old horse, being ridden back and forth by the three children.
"Who's next?"
"Me!"
Xiao Ran unceremoniously grabbed Di Jianhan's collar, stepped onto a small stool beside him, and nimbly climbed onto his back, hooking his neck.
To liven up the atmosphere, Di Jianhan made sounds as he spoke, tickling the three children into laughing heartily.
Jiang Ziyu withdrew her gaze and turned, unsure how to describe the scene before her.
"Do you think he's sincere?" Di Mingjue asked.
They should have been father and son, but Di Mingjue understood him less and less. Since the accident, and with no memory loss, why didn't he contact his family? What exactly happened back then? Why could he survive while his mother died on the spot?
Facing Di Jianhan now, Di Mingjue was no longer a son but an observer. He wanted to use this identity to see through his inner thoughts.
Jiang Ziyu shook her head; she couldn't tell.
Di Jianhan was so humbled, being ridden by small children and crawling on the carpet without any pretense, and the children were genuinely amused by him.
Glancing back and seeing Di Mingjue's furrowed brow, Jiang Ziyu couldn't help but reach out and smooth it. "Whether it's sincerity or pretense, it's a great step forward that he's spending time with the children."
Men and women are different. Men are rational, while women are emotional. When faced with three grandchildren who suddenly appeared, anyone might need some time to adjust.
Di Jianhan, on the carpet, turned around and saw Di Mingjue not far away. He reached back to lift Xiao Ran, intending to get him down, but his leg didn't hold steady. With a thud, he fell flat on the ground.
Xiao Ran hadn't managed to get down yet and fell with him. The weight of thirty to forty jin on Di Jianhan's back was more painful than the fall itself.
"Quick, get down!"
Seeing that the situation was not right, Di Mingjue rushed forward to pick Xiao Ran up.
As his hand touched Di Jianhan's body and he tried to help him up, Di Jianhan shook his arm, obstinately resisting, "Don't move me, don't touch me."
The coccyx area below his waist was incredibly stiff. Di Jianhan cried out in pain at the slightest touch.
Di Mingjue didn't dare to act rashly. He knelt beside him on one knee, cupping his abdomen with both hands to help bear some of the weight.
"Let me take a look," Jiang Ziyu took a step forward, half-squatting on the ground, and reached out to lift his clothes.
"What are you doing?" Feeling a chill, Di Jianhan, fearing Jiang Ziyu might harm him, questioned her fiercely.
Jiang Ziyu realized the mistake and asked Di Mingjue beside her to continue lifting the clothes, explaining to Di Jianhan.
She needed to see if the painful area was red and then use acupuncture to block the pain.
The clothes were only half lifted when Di Jianhan's hunched body blocked her. Unable to lift them further, Jiang Ziyu directly brought out a pair of scissors.
Chiiii~
As the scissors came down, Di Jianhan's clothes split into two pieces.
"Look if you want, why are you cutting my clothes!" Di Jianhan yelled.
When he yelled, his body moved, and then he cried out in pain again.
Seeing him like this, Jiang Ziyu had to pause and remind him, "We can't wait any longer. If the needle is inserted incorrectly, it will affect the pain relief."
Afraid of being paralyzed by an incorrectly inserted needle, Di Jianhan became compliant.
The needle pierced his flesh, and Jiang Ziyu slowly rotated the top, inserting the entire needle.