You Smell So Good! After Reuniting, My Ex-Boyfriend Forcefully Took Me Back - Chapter 1

Fang Zhiyou climbed out of the taxi carrying his son, a small water bottle dangling from his arm and a backpack slung over his shoulders.

“Guoguo, time to wake up, baby. We’re at the hospital.”

Fang Leyun lay nestled in his father’s arms, looking tiny. Although he was already six years old, his medical condition left him looking no older than a four-year-old. Rubbing his eyes with two small fists, the boy murmured a protest and slumped against his father’s shoulder, letting out a long yawn.

Fang Zhiyou wrapped a soft blanket around the boy’s head, leaving only a pair of dark, obsidian eyes peeking out.

Inside the hospital, he navigated the chaos of registering and running between floors before finally reaching the Glandular Development Department on the third floor. While waiting on a long bench, Fang Zhiyou pulled a wet wipe from his bag to clean his son’s face and hands. He then unscrewed the water bottle and gave him a few sips.

“Awake now?”

Fang Leyun gave a soft, drowsy nod and opened his mouth wide for another yawn. The sight made Fang Zhiyou’s heart melt, and he leaned down to press a kiss against the boy’s cheek.

“What do you want to eat after we’re done seeing the doctor?”

Fang Leyun rested his chin on his little fist, his eyes wandering toward an older boy sitting nearby. He began squirming restlessly in his father’s lap. Fang Zhiyou reached a hand down the back of the boy’s collar and felt dampness; he was sweating.

He tucked the blanket away and set Fang Leyun down to sit beside him. As Fang Zhiyou folded the blanket and tightened the cap on the water bottle, he turned to see that his social butterfly of a son had already made a new friend. The boy had even fished a hidden milk candy out of his pocket to offer to the other child.

The other boy’s mother watched them and smiled. “Oh, your little one looks quite healthy. How old is he?”

Fang Zhiyou brushed the sweat from Fang Leyun’s forehead. “He’s six.”

The woman looked startled, then glanced back down at Fang Leyun, her expression shifting to one of pity. “He looks three, maybe four at most.”

“Yes,” Fang Zhiyou replied softly. “He has a congenital glandular deficiency and was born premature, so his development is very slow. That’s why we’re here today.”

“Ah, I see.”

Fang Zhiyou looked at the woman’s son. The boy was clearly ill, his face a pale, bloodless grey, but his eyes were large and bright. Finding someone his own age seemed to have made him very happy.

“My son has glandular cancer,” the mother said. “The situation isn’t too dire yet, but if it comes down to it, we’ll just have to have it removed. It’s hard on everyone, isn’t it?”

As they spoke, a voice crackled over the intercom calling a number. The woman picked up her son and pushed open the door to the consultation room.

Fang Leyun was currently gnawing on a milk candy, his chin covered in drool. Fang Zhiyou pulled him close and wiped the mess away with a tissue. He held his hand out to the boy’s mouth. “Spit it out.”

Fang Leyun knit his tiny brows and shook his head firmly. It wasn’t until Fang Zhiyou gave his little bottom a gentle squeeze that he reluctantly spat the soggy candy into his father’s palm. The little guy was sulking now, crossing his chubby arms and turning his back to his father, leaving Fang Zhiyou with nothing but a view of his stubborn little head.

Fang Zhiyou wrapped the candy in a tissue and tossed it into the bin. He used a fresh wipe to clean his palm and pinched his son’s cheeks to wipe his mouth.

“You can have another one after the doctor sees you.”

At that, Fang Leyun scurried back into his father’s arms, burying his face in his chest to inhale the comforting, pleasant scent of magnolia that clung to him.

“Number 1231, Fang Leyun, please come in.”

The broadcast repeated the call. Fang Zhiyou stood up with his son, walked to the door, and gave three polite knocks before turning the handle.

“Hello, Dr. Lin, I…”

The smile on Fang Zhiyou’s face froze instantly when he saw Liang Yanxiu.

Standing next to Dr. Lin Xiangyu was a tall Alpha, dressed in a sharp black overcoat over a deep blue shirt. He was leaning in slightly to speak with Dr. Lin, the two of them appearing very familiar.

Whatever the Alpha said caused Dr. Lin to laugh and playfully tug at the man’s tie, a scene that looked exactly like a young couple flirting.

Fang Zhiyou’s heart skipped a beat. He immediately averted his eyes, tightening his grip on the boy in his arms. Sensing his father’s sudden tension, Fang Leyun squirmed uneasily, resting his head on Fang Zhiyou’s shoulder and clutching his collar tightly with his tiny hands.

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