Rebirth: What to do if you fall into a wolf's den

In the study, Zheng Haoqian was alone, sitting quietly behind a large desk. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, and he was obviously unhappy. There was silence all around, only the sound of his slender fingers tapping lightly on the desk, making a crisp and rhythmic "knock knock" sound.

Suddenly, a rapid ringing broke the silence. Zheng Haoqian paused, frowning even more deeply, as if he was thinking about what news the ringing might bring.

"It'd better be something important." He opened his lips slightly, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

On the other end of the phone, the assistant's voice was a little nervous: "Sir, I'm really sorry, the young master is sick again, he is desperately clamoring to see you, and now he is throwing a tantrum in the room."

Hearing this news, Zheng Haoqian's mood instantly became more irritable. He kept pressing his long fingers between his eyebrows, as if trying to relieve the depression and anxiety in his heart. "It seems that I need to change my assistant." He said coldly, revealing his dissatisfaction with the assistant in his tone.

However, at this moment, Zheng's mother's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Haoqian, please come back and see Yuanhao! He is very ill this time."

Hearing his mother's call, Zheng Haoqian frowned even more. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "Continue to take the medicine prescribed last time. I'll be back soon." He said in a deep voice, and hung up the phone without waiting for the other end to answer.

He immediately picked up the car keys on the table, stood up, and hurriedly left the study. Along the way, he drove madly, his heart filled with worry about Yuanhao's condition and a heavy sense of family responsibility.

After a long journey, Zheng Haoqian finally returned to the Zheng family's old house. The moment he opened the door, he heard a noisy cry. The sound pierced his ears and made his heart tense instantly.

"Qian'er, you're finally back!" Mother Zheng came up to him in a hurry, her face full of anxiety and worry. "Go and have a look. Yuanhao has locked himself in his room for the whole afternoon and refused to come out. I don't dare to barge in."

Zheng Haoqian didn't say much, just nodded and walked quickly towards Yuanhao's room. He took out the spare key and gently opened the door, only to see Yuanhao sitting on the bed, tears sliding down his cheeks, soaking the sheets.

"Yuanhao." Zheng Haoqian walked to the bedside and called softly.

Yuanhao raised his head and saw that it was Zheng Haoqian, but he didn't say anything. He just picked up the pillow beside him and threw it at him hard.

Zheng Haoqian dodged the pillow and frowned, "Yuanhao, what are you angry about?"

Yuanhao didn't say anything, but buried his head in his knees, his shoulders shaking. Zheng Haoqian knew his temper, so he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he asked the butler to bring a tablet and handed it to Yuanhao, "Yuanhao, if you want to say anything, just write it down."

Yuanhao hesitated for a moment, took the tablet and began to write on it. After a while, Zheng Haoqian saw the word "Mom" appear on the screen. His heart sank, knowing that the woman was here again.

He took a deep breath and tried to make his tone sound calm: "Yuanhao, I told you, that woman is not your mother. She doesn't deserve it."

Yuanhao raised his head and looked at Zheng Haoqian, with a hint of confusion and disappointment in his eyes. He wrote on the tablet again: "I want my mother."

Zheng Haoqian looked at these three words with mixed feelings. He knew that Yuanhao didn't really like that woman, but he also longed for a gentle mother. Zheng Haoqian sighed and said helplessly: "Okay, Yuanhao, I will find a mother for you."

After saying that, he picked up the medicine and water beside him and handed them to Yuanhao, "Take the medicine first, it's good for your health."

Although Yuanhao was somewhat reluctant, he still took the medicine obediently. Zheng Haoqian sat by the bed, chatting with Yuanhao and listening to him talk about his grievances and dissatisfaction. Gradually, Yuanhao calmed down and fell asleep leaning on Zheng Haoqian's shoulder.

Looking at Yuanhao's peaceful sleeping face, Zheng Haoqian's heart was filled with helplessness and emotion. He knew that although Yuanhao was not his biological son, he needed to take the responsibility of taking care of him. He would try his best to give Yuanhao a warm home and let him feel the presence of fatherly love. At the same time, he also silently vowed in his heart that he must find a mother suitable for Yuanhao so that he could have a complete family.

As he was thinking, a little woman suddenly appeared in Zheng Haoqian's mind, and he was stunned, "Why did I think of that woman?"

Seeing Zheng Yuanhao sleeping peacefully and innocently, Zheng Haoqian felt an indescribable tenderness in his heart. He gently put him down, carefully covered him with a blanket, and only after making sure everything was in place did he turn around and walk out of the room.

Zheng's mother had been waiting outside the door for a long time. When she saw Zheng Haoqian coming out, she couldn't wait to greet him and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Yuanhao..."

Zheng Haoqian shook his head gently, signaling his mother not to worry, "Don't worry, he's already asleep. I stayed with him for a while, and he's much more stable now."

The two walked towards the living room together. Zheng Haoqian spoke first, with a hint of displeasure in his tone: "What is that woman doing here today?"

Mother Zheng looked at Zheng Haoqian's angry expression and sighed helplessly, "Haoqian, no matter what, she is Yuanhao's mother and your sister-in-law. Don't always call her 'that woman, that woman'. It's not appropriate."

Zheng Haoqian snorted coldly and retorted: "After my eldest brother died, she immediately abandoned Yuanhao and remarried. At this point, she is no longer my sister-in-law. She only deserves to be called 'that woman'. Don't let her in again. I don't want to see her have any contact with Yuanhao again."

Zheng's mother knew that Zheng Haoqian had long held a grudge against that woman, and she also understood his deep feelings for Yuanhao. But she still tried to persuade him, "Haoqian, it's been so long, you should let it go. Yuanhao is her son after all, she won't really ignore him. Besides, Yuanhao also needs maternal love, you can't deprive him of the right to enjoy maternal love."

Zheng Haoqian was silent for a while before he slowly spoke: "I know what you mean, but I am worried about leaving Yuanhao with her. I will find him a better mother, one who truly loves and cares for him."

Mother Zheng looked at Zheng Haoqian's determined eyes and knew that his decision would not change easily. She gently patted Zheng Haoqian's shoulder, expressing her support and understanding, "Okay, you decide for yourself. I believe you will make the best choice for Yuanhao."

The two sat in the living room in silence for a while. Zheng Haoqian looked at the night outside the window, his mind full of thoughts. Thinking of the little woman's figure that appeared in his mind when he told Zheng Yuanhao just now that he was looking for a mother, he suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.