"Fourth Brother, the results are out." Xu Muyan walked into the ward holding the examination report.
"How is it?" Lu Siye immediately stood up and asked Xu Muyan.
"All examination results are normal." Xu Muyan himself could hardly believe it.
Clearly Ning Yan's… ahem, condition was abnormal, so how could there be no problem at all?
Of course, this was just Xu Muyan's inner thought.
If Lu Siye ever found out he had said that about Ning Yan, he would definitely break his legs.
"Fourth Brother, could she be…" faking it.
Before Xu Muyan could finish his sentence, he was fiercely glared at by Lu Siye.
Lu Siye's gaze was icy cold, like a sharp blade pressed against Xu Muyan's chest, as if the next second it would pierce straight through his heart.
Xu Muyan instinctively swallowed hard and quickly explained, "I mean, is sister-in-law faking it? Otherwise, how could nothing have been found at all?"
Lu Siye's gaze was terrifying.
Of course, Xu Muyan's words weren't without reason, but looking at Ning Yan like this, she clearly wasn't faking it—her memories really had stopped at age six.
"Fourth Brother…"
"Shut up."
Xu Muyan nodded. "Okay."
Lu Siye turned to look at the person on the bed, his tone becoming gentle. "Yanyan, let's go home."
Hearing the words "go home," Ning Yan's starry black-grape eyes instantly lit up. "Okay, okay!"
Xu Muyan, standing nearby, was full of shock and astonishment—his jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
Was this gentle Lu Siye really the same aloof, desireless CEO?
Oh! Right, he was desireless, just not desireless when it came to Ning Yan.
By the time he snapped back to his senses, Lu Siye was already carrying Ning Yan out of the ward.
At Yunyue Villa.
Ning Yan leaned against Lu Siye's chest and asked timidly, "Where is this?"
"Yanyan, this is our home.
Come, let me carry you down."
Lu Siye coaxed Ning Yan in a soft voice as he carried her out of the car.
As soon as they entered the villa, the servants were all stunned.
The young mistress was actually willing to let the young master carry her?
Lu Siye carried Ning Yan up to the third floor.
Ning Yan tugged at Lu Siye's long, slender fingers and shook them gently, speaking in a small voice, "Can we not stay here?"
"You don't like this place?" Lu Siye asked Ning Yan in a deep, husky voice.
Ning Yan shook her little head, her soft, sweet voice carrying a hint of babyishness. "It's all dark in here. Yanyan is scared."
Lu Siye was taken aback.
He had forgotten—he had carried Ning Yan into his own bedroom. His bedroom had a simple color scheme: just black and white.
No wonder. She was only six now; how could she like this kind of color scheme?
"Can it be changed to pink?" Ning Yan tugged at Lu Siye's sleeve, her beautiful starry eyes full of expectation.
The words of refusal that were on the tip of his tongue turned into a single word: "Okay."
Lu Siye bent down and ruffled Ning Yan's hair. "Then will Yanyan still stay here?"
Ning Yan nodded happily. "Yes."
She didn't know why, but even though she had clearly never met this uncle before… no wait, husband—his embrace was so warm and so comfortable. She kind of liked it.
"Yanyan is such a good girl."
"Go take a bath, and then come downstairs to eat in a bit." Lu Siye patiently coaxed Ning Yan without the slightest hint of impatience.
But wait—wasn't there something a little off here?
Wasn't this routine supposed to be for coaxing a daughter? How had it turned into coaxing a wife?
"What's wrong?" Seeing Ning Yan with her head lowered and silent, Lu Siye thought she was unhappy again.
Ning Yan bit her lip in displeasure. "I don't know how to wash."
???
"I'll have the maid help you."
"No." Ning Yan shook her head in refusal.
"Honey, I want you to help me."
It was the first time Ning Yan had called Lu Siye "honey," and she said it so sweetly, so adorably, that Lu Siye couldn't bear to refuse.
Lu Siye pressed his slightly dry lips together and uttered a single word, "Fine."
"I'll go run the bathwater first."
Only when the water temperature was just right did Lu Siye pick up Ning Yan and carry her into the bathroom.
Lowering Ning Yan into the bathtub, Lu Siye bathed her with gentle movements. Her skin was fine and smooth, like the finest suet jade.
The moment he touched Ning Yan, Lu Siye didn't dare look at her. He simply held her slender arm and wiped her back. How agonizing this moment was, only Lu Siye knew.
"Why are your ears red? Are you sick?" Ning Yan raised her delicate, fair little hand and pressed it against Lu Siye's forehead.
Lu Siye quickly grabbed Ning Yan's small hand, his low, hoarse voice carrying a hint of restraint. "I'm fine."
Did this girl have any idea what she was doing?
Lu Siye lifted Ning Yan out of the bathtub, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her out. The moment he set her down, he rushed back inside.
Ning Yan furrowed her beautiful brows, looking utterly confused. "What's wrong with him?"
Half an hour later.
Lu Siye finally came out.
There were still traces of water on his jet-black hair that hadn't been dried. Water droplets slid down the strands, dripping onto his deep blue bathrobe before disappearing.
The bathrobe hung slightly open, revealing his wheat-colored skin, his firm chest, and the faintly visible eight-pack abs.
Ning Yan stared without blinking, momentarily forgetting how to breathe.
This husband of hers was so handsome.
Her little face flushed bright red as her small hands clutched at the blanket beneath her, twisting it into creases.
Lu Siye approached Ning Yan and asked in a low voice, "What is Yanyan looking at?"
Ning Yan answered instinctively, "You."
The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it and quickly shook her head. "Nothing, nothing."
If she told the truth, would he think she was a little pervert, staring at him like that?
A faint, barely perceptible smile tugged at the corner of Lu Siye's lips. "Looking at me isn't a crime."
Huh, how did he know what she was thinking?
"I'll go get you some clothes."
As soon as he stepped out, Lu Siye let out a sigh of relief. Ning Yan, having turned into a child, was even harder for him to resist. After all, she kept teasing him from time to time, making it difficult for him to remain a gentleman.
When he returned, Lu Siye was holding a white dress in his hands.
"Change by yourself." Lu Siye placed the clothes on the bed and turned around.
He didn't want to take another cold shower.
Ning Yan picked up the dress from the bed and began to put it on, but when she got to the part of zipping it up at the back…
She started crying.
Lu Siye quickly turned around and saw Ning Yan looking at him with tearful, glistening eyes.
The way she looked—like a wounded little white rabbit gazing at him with pitiful, aggrieved eyes—made him want to scoop her into his arms and cherish her.
"What's wrong?" Lu Siye's gentle voice came, making Ning Yan cry even harder.
"I can't reach it." Ning Yan complained in a pitiful voice.
"Can't reach what?"
"The zipper."
The veins on Lu Siye's forehead twitched.
All because of this?
"I'll help you, so no more crying." Lu Siye spoke as if giving an order, but regretted it the moment the words left his mouth, afraid the girl would start crying again.
"Thank you." This time, Ning Yan didn't call him "husband."
Lu Siye seemed a bit unaccustomed to it. The way the girl called him "husband" was too sweet—he wanted to… hear it a few more times.