The Space-Time Boss: 1970s Revolution

Chapter 133: The Feelings of a Father

Seeing his wife, who was barely conscious, struggle to show a smile, Old Mr. Mu walked over slowly. "I was just out for a little while. Why have you woken up?"

Yang Cuiping, still dazed, looked up when she heard her husband's voice. Seeing him, she weakly asked, "Old Mu, where is our son...?"

Pain flashed in Old Mr. Mu's eyes, but he kept his smile as he came closer and held her hand. "Our son is busy with something. He'll come to see us once he's done. You should rest well."

Yang Cuiping gave a bitter smile. "Our son should blame me. Old Mu, I'm sorry. I made mistakes and didn't raise our daughter well, leading to all this."

Old Mr. Mu's smile faded slightly. "You don't need to say these things. I know you're hurting. Cuiping, it's me who's sorry. I know the loss of the eldest and second son has been a huge blow to you. You poured all your heart into Lianshen. You cared too much about this son and lost your balance for a moment."

"Cuiping, even though I, Mu Hongtao, have served the country faithfully, I haven't been a good husband to you. The Mu family hasn't treated you well..."

Yang Cuiping looked pallid and, after hearing his words, could only shake her head in silence, burying her face in the pillow.

Old Mr. Mu gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes and sat quietly by the bedside, keeping watch over her.

No matter what mistakes she made, it was always due to his own lack of care, his fault. He had focused entirely on the military and hadn't paid much attention to the family or her.

So, while others might blame her, he could not.

Eventually, Mu Lianshen arrived at the hospital, stepping through the entrance under the moonlight.

He reached the door of the ward but did not go in. Instead, he stood outside, looking in for a long time.

Through the gap in the door, he could see his mother lying on the bed and his father bent over, his figure more shadowed due to the lack of moonlight inside.

After a while of complex emotions, he finally averted his gaze.

He waved goodbye to the guard at the door and took his place.

Leaning against the wall, he crossed his arms, eyes downcast, hiding his troubled gaze.

It was unclear how much time had passed, only that the night had deepened...

The ward door suddenly opened, and Old Mr. Mu walked out. Seeing Mu Lianshen outside, he was not surprised. He carefully closed the ward door and said quietly, "Your mother is asleep. Let's go somewhere else and have a good talk."

Mu Lianshen stepped forward to assist him.