The little bun nodded woodenly.
After calming him down, Su Wanqing went to handle her own work.
The morning breeze drifted through the window, gently lifting the sheer curtains. Golden sunlight spilled across the entire room—quiet, warm, and comforting.
……
After finishing the more urgent tasks, Su Wanqing leaned back in her chair and rubbed her tired eyes.
The original Su Wanqing had studied painting in university. Although she had been infatuated with the male lead, she had not completely wasted her talent. She had once gained a small amount of fame.
Perhaps to better pursue the male lead, she later abandoned her strong suit and switched to being a secretary in a completely unrelated field.
Before transmigrating, Su Wanqing herself had been ill and unable to run or play like other children her age. From a young age, she had imagined herself as a princess trapped in a tower by a witch—unable to see the outside world, confined alone in a small space.
Her father, when traveling for work, would bring back photos of scenery along the way. Her mother would visit exhibitions and bring her small, exquisite trinkets. Her brother would go hiking with classmates and bring back photos from the mountain peaks.
Later, when doctors finally allowed her to take short trips, she saw the magnificent landscapes and historical landmarks of her country. A small camera could not capture it all, so she began painting freely on paper.
When she later uploaded her work online, she became a slightly well-known blogger, loved by more and more people.
She was even admitted to university through exceptional talent. Even famous painters praised her as gifted beyond measure.
Fate, however, was always fair in a cruel way—it opens one door while closing another.
So she died in the year she became most famous.
Although she knew nothing about finance, at least the “dream” she had experienced was actually real memories she had lived through. She was focused, so she learned quickly.
Since arriving in this world, Su Wanqing did not want any entanglement with the main characters. Recently, she had been acting too strangely, and she was also unwilling to maintain the original owner’s persona. So she decided—after this period passed, she would submit her resignation letter.
She needed to proceed slowly.
A cup of water appeared in front of her.
Su Wanqing paused, then saw the little bun standing on tiptoes, both hands holding the cup as he pushed it toward her.
“Thank you, baby.”
She took the water. Warmth spread through her palm.
The little bun’s ears turned red. He calmly walked back to the sofa and continued watching his tablet.
Su Wanqing checked the time, shut down her computer, and walked over to the sofa. She sat beside him.
“No more watching. It’s bad for your eyes if you watch too long. Rest a bit first, okay?”
The little bun obediently nodded and handed her the tablet.
“Are you hungry?” she asked.
Shimu nodded.
“Let’s go eat.”
She took his hand.
Lunch
In the morning, Shimu had a good appetite, but Su Wanqing didn’t dare let him eat too much. Now, however, his appetite was clearly poor.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Shimu stirred the porridge in his small bowl and looked at her.
“I want the one from this morning.”
The chicken porridge from earlier.
It hadn’t been made in large quantity, and leftovers were not kept for the next meal. Fortunately, there wasn’t much left. The servants also knew the child was sick, and Su Wanqing had only instructed them to make something simple—plain congee.
“I’ll make it for you again tomorrow morning,” Su Wanqing said gently. “For today, let’s eat something lighter, okay?”
Shimu nodded obediently.
After lunch, he took his medicine and was coaxed by Su Wanqing into taking a nap.
Su Wanqing took the agreement she had drafted in the morning and went out to print it.