Jiang Jing and Jiang Ping looked at Jiang Xun, who nodded. Only then did they take the buns and soup to eat. They even remembered to thank Gu Qingyao.

Mu Mu was still asleep. Gu Qingyao went to the kitchen to brew a bowl of medicine, which was specially formulated for him. The pill she had given him earlier was just an emergency measure.

The child had suffered too much since he was young. If he did not recuperate properly, his health would be impaired in the future.

Gu Qingyao took a white bun, crumbled it, and soaked it in a sugar syrup to feed Mu Mu.

His fever had gone down after taking the medicine, and he must be starving. When she put the food in his mouth, he swallowed instinctively.

After he had eaten some of the bun, she gave him the medicine she had brewed. Only then did Gu Qingyao heave a sigh of relief.

By this time, Jiang Xun had already ensured that the two younger ones had eaten and washed their hands and feet. Gu Yunshen had made the beds where the children used to sleep so that Jiang Xun and his brothers could stay there.

Little Six and Little Nine used to stay there, but it was cold now and Gu Yunshen was worried they would kick off their covers in the night and fall ill. He especially doted on them since their parents were not around.

So he simply brought them to his room to sleep on the large brick bed. It was warm there, unlike this room where there was a bunk bed. In winter, the children were unable to keep themselves warm with quilts.

Gu Yunshen carried Mu Mu and said to Gu Yunshen, “Father, bring them to that room to sleep! Mu Mu is still ill, so I'll sleep with him. That way I can take care of him more easily at night.”

Gu Yunshen glanced at her. “Can you manage? The child has a cold. Why not let me take him! Or you might catch it.”

“Don't worry!” Gu Qingyao carried Mu Mu towards her room. “You still have Little Six and Little Nine! They're young and will catch it even more easily. It's late, go to bed!”

Jiang Xun was still rather worried as he looked at Mu Mu. “Elder Sister Gu, why don't you let me sleep with Mu Mu! I can take care of him.”

He had already taken the Gu family's medicine and eaten their food. How could he trouble them to take care of Mu Mu for the entire night?

Gu Qingyao smiled. “Don't worry, the child seems to like me. Look, the moment I carry him, he will cling on to me tightly and keep trying to snuggle close to me.

“He's still young and instinctively wants his mother when he's ill. It's better that I take care of him, instead of you. I'm a doctor and can check on him more easily.”

Jiang Xun pursed his lips. His heart was filled with grat.i.tude.

“Thank you!”

Gu Qingyao carried Mu Mu back to her room. When everyone had extinguished their lamps, she brought Mu Mu into her inters.p.a.ce.

There was plenty of light there. She studied the child in her arms and frowned. The child's resemblance to Little Xu was uncanny.

If they were not related, why did they look so alike?

But Mo Beihan's older brother had died long ago and Mu Mu looked to be no more than four or five years old, so he definitely could not be his older brother's child. Then where had this child come from?

Could he be… Mo Beihan's illegitimate child?

Gu Qingyao was shocked by the thought!

Or could it be that Mo Beihan's father had an illegitimate child without Jiang Yingqiu knowing about it?

Gu Qingyao looked at the child for a long time, but could not figure it out. She had planned to put him down and attend to her own affairs, but the child really clung to her. He huddled in her arms, his little hand clutching her clothes tightly.

He was quite adorable!

Gu Qingyao sighed. He had probably lost his mother when he was young and became like that because he had no sense of security.

Gu Qingyao gave up the thought of doing anything. She just carried him out of her inters.p.a.ce. Then she lay down on her bed to sleep.