But this ti, Jiu Jiu kept struggling, using all his limbs, his small face wrinkled, fully expressing ’Go away! I don’t want you to hold !’
Shen Zhii was stunned for a mont, then hurriedly placed the aloof Mr. Jiu Jiu back in his original spot, and he crawled eagerly towards his mother.
It’s a sense of precaution.
Shen Zhii held her forehead, laughing and teasing, "Nan Wan, I really didn’t expect you to be this kind of person, secretly seeking revenge on ."
Jiu Jiu tentatively tried to snuggle into Nan Wan’s embrace, but Pea was firmly holding his ground, so he had to give up, resting his small head against Nan Wan’s arm, looking sowhat aggrieved.
Nan Wan freed up one hand, pulled her son close, and kissed his forehead.
"I may be ticulous, but I would never take revenge on you," amidst her tranquil deanor, there was only the gentle happiness of being needed by her child, "Jiu Jiu might have been scared yesterday; he hasn’t seen you for so long, you need to give him ti to get used to you."
Although the fever had subsided, he still looked a little under the weather.
This rain doesn’t seem to know when to stop; it would be nice if we could take Jiu Jiu out to soak in so sun tomorrow.
"I’ll believe you for now," Shen Zhii leaned over, freeing Nan Wan’s hair from Pea’s tiny grip.
She glanced at Jiu Jiu, who was still turning his head away from her, and then, returning kindness for hostility, took Pea away to make space for Jiu Jiu.
Deliberately drawing out her tone, "Ah, our An Ge is more lively, next ti Auntie will bring your little sister to play with you, okay?"
Pea, understanding nothing, sillily grabbed a toy and stuffed it in his mouth, drooling at the corners, causing Shen Zhii to feel a mix of exasperation and amusent.
"Go sit on the sofa," Nan Wan touched her son’s forehead to ensure he didn’t have a fever again, then nudged Shen Zhii’s toe, "There are clothes in the wardrobe, feel free to pick one and change, catching a cold isn’t good."
"Okay," Shen Zhii responded and put Pea in the stroller, using the carpet to stand up.
She still carried the dampness with her and wouldn’t be able to go ho for a while; the incident had already happened, and even if she stopped eating or drinking, it wouldn’t solve the problem.
The two of them had similar builds, and back in school days, they often wore each other’s clothes; everything in the wardrobe would fit Shen Zhii.
Aunt Zhou knocked and entered with a tea tray; the gentle smile was still in Nan Wan’s eyes, "An Ge is hungry, Aunt Zhou, could you please take her to feed, and Jiu Jiu’s eyelids are almost sticking together, he’s so sleepy. Thank you for taking care of them."
"Sure," Aunt Zhou placed the two cups of tea on the table, went to the stroller, took the blinking-eyed Pea to hand him over to another servant, and then returned to pick up Jiu Jiu.
Before closing the door, she kindly asked, "Madam, what would you like for dinner? Shall I start preparing now?"
It was because of the rain; Nan Wan’s waist was sore and her back ached.
She stood up from the carpet, kneading her stiff neck, took a sip of tea, and softly responded, "No rush, I’ll cook dinner."
Aunt Zhou nodded, saying she understood, and gently closed the door.
The rain hadn’t stopped, drizzling softly, and if the wind blew through, raindrops would fall on the glass, forming beads of water like tears.
When Shen Zhii ca out of the bathroom after changing clothes, she saw the figure standing by the window; although the tea cup in her hand was steaming hot, she couldn’t help but sense a thin layer of loneliness.
Her head hung slightly, long hair cascading down, and all the emotions were concealed between her eyebrows and lashes.
She spoke to break the silence, "Third Brother went to find your Mr. Mu; it seems the study’s door won’t be opening anyti soon."
Nan Wan turned around, walked back to sit on the sofa beside Shen Zhii, and softly said, "Mm, I already guessed from the sound."
The sound of the door slamming was so loud that she almost thought the bedroom’s floor-to-ceiling windows would shatter.
Would they get physical?
Probably... not, after a ten-hour flight, Third Brother’s anger should have died down.
Shen Zhii held Nan Wan’s hand; the previous pretense of ease was now completely overshadowed by worry, as she asked the question she had been wanting to ask since entering the room, "What exactly happened? Why is Yu Qinglu’s death... related to you?"
Shen Zhii didn’t have much of an impression of Yu Qinglu, except that when she had so ambiguous relationship with Nan Huaiyu back in the day, she would often accompany Jiang Xiaoman to dine, sotis encountering her at the Nan Family house.
Their interactions were limited to courteous but distant exchanges.
Nan Wan sipped her tea, her gaze looking out at the dim sumr rain outside the window, lightly smiling, "I don’t know, obviously, it was Mu Jinhuan’s wrongdoing, yet the retribution falls on ."
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