Chapter 137 An Yi: Your Brother is Really Hard to Raise

An Yi repeatedly warned his older sister not to bring their parents over, fearing that Jin He might suddenly faint. However, since the elderly had come all the way from abroad, he couldn't just leave them hanging. So, An Yi arranged for them to sneak a peek at Jin He while she was sleeping.

An Yi's mother is named Jiang Shuyi. Her name sounds quite gentle, but in reality, she is practically a carbon copy of An Qian. Not only do they look alike, but their personalities are also exactly the same.

Perhaps because she was visiting a patient today, her mother wasn't dressed so extravagantly, and her makeup was light. She even changed into flat shoes so as not to disturb the patient. Standing in front of An Yi, she looked him up and down and said, "Why did you make yourself look so sloppy?"

Compared to his usual glamorous image as a big star, An Yi now looks much more disheveled. He's just wearing a simple hoodie, and his hair looks like it's been blown out by a fart—that's because he was so upset after seeing Jin He get several injections today.

"Stop teasing him." An Huaiqian followed behind, looking at his son with a helpless expression. "You've lost a bit of weight."

"How could that be? I clean up his leftovers every day, and he gained five pounds on the scale the other day."

Jiang Shuyi: "..."

An Huaiqian: "..."

What to pack?

Clean up the leftovers!

Jiang Shuyi took a deep breath, feeling that a person's personality would still have its own inherent development. An Yi couldn't possibly have the same personality for his whole life; it was normal for him to change occasionally. Just as she was about to go see Jin He, she caught a glimpse of An Yi's wrist.

Where did such an ugly bracelet come from?

"Are your fashion resources really that bad?" Jiang Shuyi asked. "Why didn't you tell your family if things were that difficult?"

"Oh, you mean this?" An Yi raised his wrist, covered the bracelet with his hand and placed it in front of his chest, looking reverent. "Jin He gave this to me. Wearing this means I'll be a member of the Jin family from now on."

Jiang Shuyi: "???"

What is that?!

"Are you crazy?" Jiang Shuyi felt that she should take her son to see a neurologist in the future, but the most important thing was to see her daughter-in-law. So she pushed aside An Yi, who had been blocking the window, looked inside, and exclaimed "Oh my!"

"Where did you find such a beautiful child? An ordinary person would have been too sick to look at by now. How come he's lying there like a piece of glass?"

An Yi scratched his head.

An Huaiqian asked, "What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said that the surgery still carries risks, and even after the surgery, the patient will not fully recover and will still need to rest."

"I see." Jiang Shuyi crossed her arms and looked at the person on the hospital bed with their eyes closed. "Don't be afraid, good people are always protected by heaven."

An Yi didn't say anything more.

Jiang Shuyi asked, "Is this bracelet on your wrist a family heirloom he gave you?"

"Um."

"When will you meet his parents?"

“His father died young, and his mother doesn’t care about him. You can meet his sister, but she’s still a student sharing an apartment,” An Yi said. “It’s better if you meet him in person after his surgery.”

Jiang Shuyi raised an eyebrow: "Him?"

“Yes.” An Yi nodded firmly. “As long as it is him.”

"Okay, as long as you like it, that's what matters most." Seeing that he looked so absent-minded, Jiang Shuyi unusually comforted him, "Don't worry too much, he'll be alright."

"Um."

“Remember to make sure you look presentable, so he'll be in a better mood when he wakes up and sees you looking disheveled. Otherwise, he'll definitely feel uncomfortable if he opens his eyes and sees you looking unkempt,” Jiang Shuyi said.

Anxi said something similar this morning, but An Yi felt it was unnecessary: ​​"I don't have the mind to tidy myself up."

"He'll definitely feel uncomfortable if he wakes up and sees you." Jiang Shuyi looked him up and down and said with disdain, "With such a good-looking partner, if you don't dress yourself up, how can he possibly be interested in you? You're not pleasing to the eye at all. If I were him, I would kick you out and live with a mirror by myself."

An Yi: "..."

"I'm not bad looking, am I?"

"Comparing people is a recipe for disaster, comparing goods is a recipe for disaster. What do you have to offer compared to him? You're not even on the same level."

Is she her biological mother?

"No, from now on she's Jin He's biological mother, call her mother-in-law."

An Yi: "..."

A consistent pattern of foul mouth.

Seeing his son's discomfitured expression, An Huaiqian found it somewhat amusing. He reached out and tugged at his wife's hand, signaling her to be gentle with the child and not to say he was autistic.

He asked, "Do you have a caregiver?"

"No, I can take care of it myself. I don't trust anyone else to do it for me."

“It’s different. There are many things to consider when taking care of a patient, especially one like Jin He who has undergone major surgery. There are many things to be careful about, so it’s best to leave it to professionals,” An Huaiqian said. “Don’t wait until things get chaotic before taking care of yourself.”

An Yi listened and nodded: "Okay, then I'll find someone more reliable."

"Your mother and I can't be of much help either. You said the child is afraid to call us for the time being. How about this, we'll go back first, and you take good care of him. When is the surgery?"

"Tomorrow at noon."

“Alright, we’ll come again tomorrow at noon.” An Huaiqian put his arm around his wife’s shoulder. “Your mother misses you very much.”

"I know."

“Oh, the child is all grown up now, there’s no need to give him so many instructions.” Jiang Shuyi grumbled unhappily, “You always spoil him, he’s still like a child.”

"Then it's up to you, isn't it?"

"Say it again?"

An Huaiqian said with a smile, "Your mother has already found a caregiver for you. She will start work tomorrow night."

"Thank you, Mom."

"Take care of yourselves, you rascals," Jiang Shuyi said. "I'll come see you again tomorrow at noon. Goodbye."

Before leaving, she glanced at Jin He with lingering reluctance: "So beautiful. Why didn't I give birth to such a beautiful child? They don't even look real anymore..."

An Yi: "..."

In the middle of the night, Jin Miao arrived on time to replace An Yi, but An Yi didn't seem to have any intention of leaving. He stubbornly sat outside the ICU. Today, An Qian brought him a folding bed so he could rest on it.

Although the folding bed was short, narrow, and very uncomfortable, An Yi just didn't want to leave this place.

He saw Jin Miao carrying a thermos and said, "Your brother is having surgery tomorrow, so he can't eat anything right now."

"This is for you, An Yi." Jin Miao shoved the thermos into his arms. "You didn't eat much today, did you?"

"Th...thank you."

An Yi was stunned for a moment, then unscrewed the thermos. Inside were several plump white meat buns, and on the next layer were rice porridge and some pickled vegetables. He took out a bun, broke it in half, and gave it to Jin Miao: "Your brother actually likes meat buns too, but he only eats the skin and doesn't touch the filling. Give them all to me."

"He doesn't like eating meat."

“Yes,” An Yi said, “How can you stay healthy if you don’t eat meat?”

"He's much better now. He used to not eat a single piece of meat, but now he can eat a little bit."

“Your brother is really hard to take care of.” An Yi stuffed half a steamed bun into his mouth. “I’ve never seen such a fragile person.”

Jin Miao: "..."

"No matter how difficult it is to raise him, I have to take good care of him." An Yi muttered while stuffing his mouth with steamed buns. "I will never let him have surgery again. This feeling is too unbearable."