Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 177 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (4)

After that, Zhao Zhao rested in the hospital for more than a month, taking care of everything for herself. During this time, Yu Cixu also spent most of his time with her.

The father only received one phone call from him from beginning to end. He transferred a small amount of money to Zhao Zhao, but never saw him.

After lying in bed for more than a month, Zhao Zhao felt that she had almost recovered. Although she still felt tightness in her chest, this was a normal symptom of congenital heart disease and was not a problem.

He then insisted on being discharged from the hospital and asked Yu Cixu to process his enrollment in the Ellinard School for boys.

However, Yu Cixu did not agree to any of his requests.

However, Zhao Zhao wasn't discussing this with him; no one could stop him from doing what he was going to do.

The next day, Yu Cixu flew to Country L to attend an important meeting, leaving his assistant Ye Xi with Zhao Zhao.

Ye Xi is the most capable of all of Yu Cixu's assistants, so I feel more at ease sending him to take care of Zhao Zhao than the others.

So, no sooner had Yu Cixu boarded the plane with peace of mind than Zhao Zhao, hands in her pockets, swaggered out of the hospital in a stylish trench coat.

"Young Master."

Behind him was Ye Xi, who was highly skilled but unable to persuade Zhao Zhao, and several doctors and nurses also hurriedly followed behind him, forming a large group of people who walked and tried to persuade her.

Zhao Zhao was engrossed in her phone, wearing headphones and completely ignoring everything. As she went down the steps, she didn't look where she was going and missed a step.

Although someone immediately helped him up, his frightened heart started to hurt again.

"Oh no, oh no, I'll call Mr. Yu." Ye Xi's forehead was covered in sweat, even more than Zhao Zhao's.

Zhao Zhao silently rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

Pushing aside the people around her, Zhao Zhao took a few breaths and then resolutely decided to leave the hospital.

"Stop following me, or if I fall again, everyone here might get into trouble!"

Upon hearing this, the group of medical staff behind him indeed quieted down, and in the end, only Ye Xi remained by his side.

He held the phone in one hand to "complain" to Yu Cixu, while protecting Zhaozhao with the other and keeping an eye on the surrounding road conditions.

Even a small stone that appears in front of Zhao Zhao will be kicked away by someone rushing forward. Zhao Zhao's mouth twitches as she watches, unable to bear to look.

"Alright, stop calling." Zhao Zhao frowned, impatiently snatched his phone away, and said to the person on the other end of the line, "Brother, I'm going to school."

“Zhao…”

Before he could nag, I hung up the phone.

He handed the phone back to Ye Xi, his smile arrogant and nonchalant. "Alright, my brother agrees."

"So please don't bother me anymore."

"Okay..." Ye Xi had tried her best but to no avail, so she could only accept her fate.

A low-key yet luxurious Rolls-Royce Phantom was already parked at the hospital entrance. Zhao Zhao got in and took Ye Xi back to the Yu family home.

The Yu family's old residence is located in Xiyu Fenglin, a prime location where land is extremely valuable. The entire area is the Yu family's private territory, and outsiders are generally not allowed to enter at will.

The luxury car drove through the gate adorned with gold patterns, revealing a magnificent and spacious elegant mansion. White angels were carved on the white pillars outside, and a huge white fountain with gold trim stood in front of the mansion, exuding the utmost luxury and grandeur.

Besides employing dozens of nannies and servants, the only other person living in the Yu family's old house is the retired Mr. Yu. Yu Zhaoyi's mother passed away shortly after giving birth to Zhaoyi due to congenital heart disease.

Therefore, the huge house was usually occupied only by Grandpa Yu and his grandson Zhao Zhao.

Back in this familiar, cold room, Zhao Zhao, whose mood was already bad, turned even colder.