"Mm, it doesn’t hurt anymore." Si Yu looked at his daughter lovingly, held Chenchen’s hand and said, "Chenchen, where’s the painting you made for Daddy?"
"I didn’t bring it." Chenchen lowered her head. She had left in such a hurry that she forgot to bring it.
"Grandma, I want to paint." Chenchen turned and ran over to Zhang Hualian.
Nearby, Zaozao took a painting out of his small backpack.
Chenchen, who had just been pouting, imdiately broke into a smile and said, "Brother is so nice."
Chenchen excitedly took the painting and placed it in front of Si Yu.
In the golden sunlight, a family of four held hands: a man in a white shirt, a woman in a white dress, holding two children of the sa height, one with pigtails and the other a short-haired boy. It was a painting of their family of four.
The painting skills were immature, but it was full of childlike charm.
"My Chenchen’s painting is wonderful." Si Yu praised. It was the best painting he had ever seen.
"Daddy, I’m the best." Chenchen said proudly.
Zaozao stood quietly by Si Yu’s hospital bed, well-behaved and calm. Compared to the lively Chenchen, Zaozao’s presence was less noticeable.
Zhang Hualian listened to Tang Yue talking about Si Yu’s affairs in Jiang City, and she was also frightened. If anything really happened to this son-in-law, what would Xiao Yue and the two children do?
Since Si Yu often had accidents, Zhang Hualian and Mo Xiaolin later specifically went to a temple to ask for a peace charm for Si Yu. Of course, that’s another story.
Zhang Hualian casually said a few words, and then took the opportunity, while Tang Yue went ho to get so clothes, to talk to her.
Tang Yue was packing clothes in the room, including Si Yu’s. The toiletries, towels, and such small things; although they were sold near the hospital, Tang Yue was still used to using her own.
"Xiao Yue." Zhang Hualian didn’t quite know how to start.
Tang Yue was bustling about, and only when she realized her mother’s intention did she smile gently, put the things aside on the couch, and said, "Mom, did I worry you?"
"Yes." Zhang Hualian nodded, placing a hand on her chest with lingering fear, "I haven’t even been to the scene, but I already feel a lingering fear. You know... what if, what if..."
Though she didn’t finish, her aning was clear.
Tang Yue held Zhang Hualian’s hand, finding it cold, and reassured her, "Mom, it’s okay now. As long as Si Yu rests well, his leg will be alright."
"I know you’re worried about Si Yu; it’s very dangerous. But, Mom, tell , what thing isn’t dangerous?" Tang Yue asked in return.
Zhang Hualian had many things to say, but Tang Yue added, "No matter what profession it is, there’s no absolute safety. If sothing is really going to happen, it could still happen even walking on the main road."
"How can you compare them?" Zhang Hualian disagreed with Tang Yue’s words.
Tang Yue said, "Why can’t they be compared?"
"Mom, the truth is, everything is connected. Even though Si Yu got hurt, he saved many people. I don’t want him to get hurt or take risks, but if it happens, we can’t avoid it," Tang Yue explained further, "I know you worry about , but compared to being apart from him, I’d rather carry so of this burden."
"He’s very strong, and he knows that I and the kids are waiting for him at ho, so he will be more careful." Tang Yue nestled against Zhang Hualian, understanding her perfectly—parents’ hearts for their children are probably all the sa.
Tang Yue patiently guided Zhang Hualian, then said, "By the way, Mom, for the next few days, I’ll need you to keep taking Zaozao and Chenchen to school. My mother-in-law sprained her ankle, and it’ll take so ti to heal."
"Is it serious?" Zhang Hualian imdiately asked upon hearing this, "You child, your mother-in-law is in the hospital, why didn’t you let take the kids to see her?"
"She’s at ho. I forgot to ntion it." Tang Yue pulled her hair, as Mo Xiaolin only needed to rest well at ho, and so she forgot about it while at the hospital.
"Then make so soup later at ho and take it to the hospital. I’ll bring Zaozao and Chenchen to visit your mother-in-law tomorrow."
As the in-law, how could Zhang Hualian not be involved when sothing happened?
Zhang Hualian busied herself in the kitchen, making soup to help Si Yu recover.
When Tang Yue brought the soup to the hospital, she happened to encounter Zhao Xiang bringing Sun Qing and their one-year-old daughter along.
"Zhenzhen is getting prettier." Tang Yue observed Zhao Zhenzhen, whom she hadn’t seen in a while. When she was born, she was like a little monkey, but now she was chubby and very cute.
Being a mother had made Sun Qing even more feminine than before.
"Say auntie," Sun Qing coaxed her daughter to greet, but Zhao Zhenzhen didn’t want to give face; she was holding a lollipop and was too focused on eating it to rember to greet anyone.
"It’s alright, let her enjoy the candy." Tang Yue smiled and asked, "How about your house? Did you manage to buy it?"
"We did." Sun Qing felt very emotional ntioning it—buying a house in Jing City was sothing she never dared to dream of before. If it weren’t for Teacher i recomnding her to work under Tang Yue, she might never have thought about buying a house in Jing City in her lifeti, let alone allow her parents to co spend so ti in Jing City.
If it weren’t for her parents being unwilling to live in Jing City, Sun Qing would have wanted them to co and stay permanently.
"Will your in-laws co to stay?" Tang Yue asked.
"They did last ti, but now they’ve gone back ho. They can’t leave the crops in the fields." Sun Qing felt lucky to have married Zhao Xiangqian, as her in-laws were understanding. When she had her child, they didn’t utter a word of complaint or disdain; instead, they comforted her by saying that having a daughter was just as wonderful.
Once she recovered, she definitely wanted to have another child.
"Your in-laws are quite sensible." Tang Yue was gratified to see the look of happiness on Sun Qing’s face. It wasn’t in vain that she helped Zhao Xiang a few tis secretly in the past. She asked, "By the way, how is your sister doing?"
"Oh, don’t ntion it," Sun Qing said with a headache as soon as her sister, Sun Rou, was brought up. "She’s not young anymore, but still hasn’t married. Dad and Mom ntion this every ti they call, worried sick about her future."
"We don’t even know what kind of person she wants, and she just won’t give in," Sun Qing said, feeling vexed just thinking about it. Her sister was beautiful and had many suitors, but Sun Rou never wavered.
Tang Yue gave her a half-smile and said, "Who was it that set such a precedent for your sister? When you married Zhao Xiang, you dragged it out for years. Isn’t your sister just following your footsteps?"
Sun Qing was left speechless, feeling truly frustrated.
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