After waiting for half an hour, the doctor finally arrived.
He skillfully took out his medical equipment and began examining Yu Siyu.
Yu Siyu cooperated fully, as if he had been through this many times before.
Jin Qiao silently gave Yu An a big mental thumbs-up!
This father wasn’t bad at all—she had expected him to completely ignore his own son. Otherwise, how could the little antagonist have become so withdrawn later on?
After the check-up, the doctor packed up his tools.
“Madam, the young master’s throat is fine for now. As before, if he continues not speaking, his vocal cords will experience slight atrophy, and over time it could worsen.”
Jin Qiao nodded.
Yu Siyu’s face revealed a hesitant expression upon hearing this.
Once the doctor left, Jin Qiao lifted Yu Siyu onto her lap.
“Mommy apologizes. But don’t forgive me so easily. What I said was really, really wrong. So now, Mommy wants to make it up to you. Whatever you want or want to do, just tell Mommy, okay?”
Yu Siyu turned and threw himself into Jin Qiao’s embrace.
It was spring; the outdoor temperature wasn’t high, but inside the house, wearing a short-sleeved shirt was comfortable.
Feeling her shirt dampen with his tears, Jin Qiao also felt a deep ache in her heart.
After Yu Siyu had composed himself, Jin Qiao took him to a nearby supermarket.
The small boy was placed in the shopping cart, a little shy at first.
By the end, Jin Qiao had fully ignited his shopping enthusiasm, and together they went on a crazy spree.
“There are so many notebooks here! Which one do you like?”
Jin Qiao was overwhelmed by choices.
Yu Siyu picked up a small notebook with a bunny on it and put it in the cart.
He had already made his decision at first glance—the bunny looked just like his doll.
Jin Qiao admired her son’s decisiveness. People without choice paralysis really were fast and resolute shoppers.
Seeing how much he liked the notebook, she wanted to buy the whole shelfful to avoid having to go out again when it ran out.
But Yu Siyu stopped her. Seeing his serious expression, Jin Qiao respected his decision.
She also bought him a bunny pencil, a bunny eraser, and a bunny pencil case.
Of course, after finishing the stationery, Jin Qiao went back to the snack section to continue shopping.
At checkout, she thought she’d have to carry everything herself, but the clerk said they could deliver it if she left her address.
Yu Siyu happily took a pencil and his notebook from the bag, held Jin Qiao’s hand, and walked home.
Once home, Yu Siyu immediately went to the living room, leaning over the table to start writing.
Jin Qiao, unsure of what he was doing, didn’t stop him and poured herself a glass of water.
Yu Siyu walked over and handed her the notebook.
On it, in wobbly handwriting, was a sentence:
“Mom, den notebook used up, you can pei me go buy more?”
Not bad—he even got the question mark right, though the pinyin for “deng” was wrong.
Suppressing a laugh, Jin Qiao squatted and pointed at “den” in the notebook.
“Sweetie, it’s ‘deng’ with the third tone.”
Yu Siyu’s face instantly turned bright red. He hurriedly took back the notebook and ran to the living room.
Seeing him like that, Jin Qiao couldn’t help but laugh.
“If your notebook runs out, just tell Mommy. I’ll go with you to buy a new one, okay?”
By now, Yu Siyu had buried his whole head into the pillow.
He had learned pinyin—it was just that he had been too excited and wrote it wrong!
At dinner, Jin Qiao was surprised to find Yu An had returned home to eat.
The meal was quiet. Unable to tolerate the silence, Jin Qiao quickly finished and ran back to her room.
Being alone was simply more comfortable.
After dinner, Yu Siyu eagerly drew and wrote in his notebook, then tiptoed to show it to Yu An.
“Daddy, today Mommy took me to buy a notebook!”
Yu An looked at it.
“Mm, Daddy knows.”
Later, after finishing a meeting, Yu An knocked on the bedroom door. Receiving no answer, he opened it—and a wave of music hit him sharply.
“Wu Meng Shan connects to mountains beyond mountains, moonlight shines on Xiangshui Beach!”
Jin Qiao was passionately singing in the bathroom.
Yu An paused at the doorway, gripping the handle, and quietly left, closing the door to reclaim some peace.
Back in his study, Yu An rubbed his brow. He had come back today specifically to observe a difference in Jin Qiao’s recent behavior—he was cautiously hopeful.
After calculating the time, he returned to the bedroom. Jin Qiao, wearing a face mask, leaned against the headboard scrolling through short videos.
Hearing the door open, she assumed it was Nurse Wu bringing milk.
“Nurse Wu, leave the milk on the table. I’ll drink it later.”
No reply—just another familiar voice.
Yu An, calm and measured:
“When did you start drinking milk? Aren’t you allergic?”
When Jin Qiao first moved in, Nurse Wu had brought her a glass of milk. She had immediately knocked it away, saying milk wasn’t allowed in the house. Yu An had been there retrieving documents and had witnessed it.
Jin Qiao was speechless—she hadn’t expected her husband to care about such small things.
“No, I don’t remember saying that.”
She feigned ignorance, knowing that there would be many more surprises in the future—no reason to make herself miserable.
Yu An’s gaze darkened slightly. He said nothing and went to the bathroom.
Jin Qiao felt baffled by his behavior.
When Yu An returned from the bathroom, Jin Qiao had finished with her phone and was ready for bed. Seeing him at the bedside, she glanced between him and the bed.
Could it be that today she had to share a bed? She wasn’t used to it!
“Um… where will you sleep?”
“This is the master bedroom. Where do you think I sleep?”
Jin Qiao was speechless. She gave up and sprawled out, taking up as much space as possible.
“The bed’s full! You can crash in the boy’s room for one night!”
Yu An had only echoed her words. He never intended to sleep there himself.
He definitely wasn’t going to share a bed with her.
In the end, Yu An went back to the study.
The next morning, Jin Qiao was up eating breakfast, while Yu Siyu quietly drew in the living room.
At this time, the crew arrived at the house to set up equipment according to the provided address.
“Have you had breakfast? Want to eat together?”
A few of the female crew members looked quite young. Seeing Jin Qiao smiling and greeting them, they only shyly shook their heads.
Jin Qiao, chewing on bread, asked:
“Do we need to set up anything in my bedroom?”
“No. We’re live-streaming the whole process. Photographers will come tomorrow to capture everything. The cameras in the house are for post-production shots that weren’t captured live.”
She nodded, asking no further questions. The crew relaxed—before coming, the director had warned them that the female homeowner had a temper, but since she was the largest investor, they had to handle things carefully.
Seeing her in person, they realized she was completely different from the director’s description—very approachable.