Jiang Yiyan was helped into the house by the father and daughter. When Feng Ma saw her, she immediately exclaimed, “Oh my, what happened?”
Wen Meimei was drenched in sweat, as if she had just been fished out of a water tank. Yet her spirits were still high. Although her little face was flushed red and covered in sweat, she didn’t look tired at all.
“Mom threw up! My mom ran so much she threw up!” Wen Meimei loudly announced.
Jiang Yiyan lay weakly on the sofa, thinking this was hardly something to be proud of and didn’t need such enthusiastic publicity. But she had no strength to stop her, so she could only lie there quietly and let her daughter broadcast her embarrassment.
Feng Ma quickly poured a cup of honey water, sat beside Jiang Yiyan, and fed it to her. “It’s warm, drink a little to soothe your stomach first.”
Jiang Yiyan took a couple of sips before lying back down again.
The father and daughter, one tall and one short, stood nearby, both looking a little helpless.
Jiang Yiyan glanced at them and suddenly laughed.
“Why are you staring at me like that? Is my miserable state that funny?” She had recovered a little now and felt much better than she did outside. Though her head still spun, at least she no longer felt like vomiting.
Seeing his wife in such a weak state, Wen Mochuan couldn’t help but feel some concern.
“Do you want to go to the hospital?” he asked seriously.
Jiang Yiyan immediately waved her hand, indicating it wasn’t that serious.
“It’s just that I haven’t exercised in a long time and suddenly pushed myself too hard. I’ll be fine after resting for a while, no need to go to the hospital, it’s too much trouble,” she said dismissively. She wasn’t that delicate.
Besides, in her view, it wasn’t good for a perfectly healthy person to keep going to the hospital. Minor illnesses could be endured and would pass on their own, so why bother making a trip?
Seeing that she truly didn’t want to go, Wen Mochuan didn’t insist further.
Wen Meimei felt sorry for her mother, and when she thought about how she had woken her up early and that her mom had gone running because of her, which led to her throwing up, she bravely admitted her mistake.
“Mom, I’m sorry.” Wen Meimei looked deeply upset. “I won’t wake you up again next time.”
If one bout of vomiting could buy her a whole summer of uninterrupted sleep, Jiang Yiyan honestly thought it was worth it. She quickly took her daughter’s hand and said, “Mom isn’t blaming you. You didn’t know this would happen, right? And if you didn’t know, then it’s not your fault, so don’t feel bad.” Then she added, “But if you don’t wake me up early in the morning in the future, Mom will be very happy.”
Wen Meimei nodded vigorously and made a solemn promise. “I promise! I promise I’ll never wake Mom up again!”
“Meimei is such a good girl.” Jiang Yiyan felt delighted and pulled the soft little bundle into her arms. “With those words from you, Mom already feels half better.”
“Really?”
“Of course it’s true. When your mood improves, your body naturally feels better too. So you have to keep your promise, okay?”
“Of course! I’m a good child, I never lie!”
According to their plan from yesterday, Jiang Yiyan was supposed to take her daughter to the nearby mall today to buy paintbrushes and paints.
However, considering his wife’s condition, after breakfast Wen Mochuan said to his daughter, “Let Mom rest well at home during the day. Tonight after I get off work, I’ll take you to buy your painting supplies.”
Wen Meimei had no objections and immediately nodded in agreement.
Jiang Yiyan was still lying on the sofa, and she naturally heard what Wen Mochuan said in the dining room.
To be honest, she felt somewhat grateful.
Wen Mochuan, as a person, was actually quite decent. He was upright and kind-hearted.
At the very least, he wouldn’t scheme against you for no reason.
Even if they didn’t remain husband and wife in the future and even became strangers, having an ex-husband like him wouldn’t make her life difficult.
She had to admit that, in many cases, marriage for a woman was essentially a gamble. If you chose the right person, even if he didn’t love you, at least he wouldn’t drag you down. But if you chose the wrong person, even if he once loved you deeply enough to give up his life for you, once that love was worn away by marriage, he could become the most fatal blow to you.
From this perspective, the original host had pretty good judgment.
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Meimei was very well-behaved today. After Jiang Yiyan ate a simple breakfast and went upstairs to rest, she played quietly by herself.
She didn’t need Feng Ma or Fangfang to entertain her, nor did she try to look for her mother.
Perhaps it was because she hadn’t slept enough the night before, or because the morning run and vomiting had taken a toll on her body. In any case, Jiang Yiyan slept for a long time. By the time she woke up, it was already three in the afternoon.
Having slept deeply and well, she felt refreshed and full of energy.
After not eating for several hours, she naturally felt hungry, so she changed her clothes and went downstairs.
Meimei was playing with building blocks. When she saw her mother coming down, she immediately threw them aside and ran over.
“Mom, do you still feel uncomfortable?” Meimei asked with concern.
Her mother being unwell had been weighing on her mind, so she hadn’t even played properly.
She just wanted her mom to get better quickly.
Jiang Yiyan stretched lazily. “After sleeping, I’m completely fine now.” To prove it, she even spun around in front of Meimei. “See? I’m fine, right?”
Seeing her mother lively and energetic again, Wen Meimei finally felt completely at ease.
Still worried, she followed her mother everywhere like a little tail, afraid that if she got even a bit tired, she might throw up again.
In the kitchen, red date and lotus seed porridge had been simmering, and its fragrance could be smelled from afar. Drawn by the scent, Jiang Yiyan walked straight in.
Feng Ma had already served her a bowl. “It’s been cooking for two hours, nice and soft now, perfect to eat.”
“Thank you, Feng Ma.” After vomiting in the morning, this bowl was just what she needed.
Jiang Yiyan sat in the dining room eating porridge, with Meimei sitting beside her watching. Suddenly, the landline in the living room rang, and Meimei immediately stood up.
“It must be Dad! I’ll go answer it!”
It was indeed Wen Mochuan calling.
He first asked about his wife’s condition. After learning that she had mostly recovered and was currently having porridge, he said to his daughter, “Go tell Mom we won’t be eating at home tonight, we’ll eat out.”
Wen Mochuan had been busy at work recently, so he had inevitably neglected his family. Now that the cooperation was progressing smoothly and work was under control, he wanted to spend more time with them.
Moreover, his wife’s recent changes had made him suspicious.
At first, he thought her sudden personality shift meant she was plotting something, preparing to stir up trouble again. But after spending a few days with her, it didn’t seem that way.
Although he hadn’t completely ruled out the possibility that she had ulterior motives, he didn’t want to keep judging others with malice.
If she truly meant well and wanted to live a good life, then he was willing to accept her goodwill.
If she took a step back, he would do the same. As long as they could run this family well together and raise Meimei properly, he was willing to coexist peacefully with her.
Wen Mochuan was acting with good intentions, but Jiang Yiyan didn’t feel particularly inclined to accept them.
She wasn’t the original host and had no desire to put on a show to maintain their relationship. To her, this family dinner was more like a social obligation and a burden.
However, since it was a kind gesture and she also wanted to maintain peaceful coexistence under the same roof, she couldn’t refuse outright.
Besides, for Meimei’s sake, she should agree happily.
“Alright then,” Jiang Yiyan nodded in agreement.
Meimei hadn’t hung up yet. She had asked her mother directly while still on the call.
After getting her consent, she excitedly told the person on the other end, “Dad, Mom agreed!”
Sitting in his office, Wen Mochuan seemed to be infected by his daughter’s happiness, his eyes filled with warmth.
“Alright, I’ll be home around six to pick you up.”
“Okay!” After hanging up, Wen Meimei ran back to report, “Dad will come at six to pick us up.”
Six o’clock… It wasn’t even four yet, so she still had two hours of free time.
Jiang Yiyan planned to go upstairs to get ready around five-thirty, so after finishing her bowl of porridge, she took out her phone and comfortably curled up on the sofa to browse.
Since she had made a splash in her daughter’s class group yesterday, the first thing she did was check the group chat.
It was calm. A full day had passed without any activity.
Since she was already on WeChat, Jiang Yiyan casually scrolled through Moments.
By coincidence, the first post she saw was from Shu Yao. It simply said “Back home,” accompanied by a photo of her plane ticket.
It was posted just one minute ago.
Jiang Yiyan specifically checked the flight time. Converted to Beijing time, it was a 2 a.m. flight.
Although this was a fictional world, the author had based the timeline on reality. The flight from London to China would take more than ten hours.
By the time Shu Yao actually set foot in Shenzhen, it would be tomorrow evening.
If there were no delays, she would likely arrive home around six or seven tomorrow evening.
Jiang Yiyan casually gave it a like, then thought for a moment before leaving a comment: “Welcome home!”