On the side, Seven Star gazed at the North Star, remaining silent for a moment. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn’t say a word.
“You liken yourself to a stone in a dung pit, and I don’t know how to respond.” After a while, Seven Star finally replied to the North Star.
“Tsk, how did Sister Feng teach us? She told us to always see ourselves clearly, not to be blindly arrogant, not to forget everything. Old Seven, it’s not just me saying this, I’ve already understood myself, but you haven’t yet. Your path is still long; take it slowly,” the North Star advised Seven Star with the tone of someone experienced.
Seven Star: “…”
…
At the same time, in the bedroom of the villa, Ye Wanwan initiated a video call with her precious child.
“Baby, do you miss Mommy?”
Looking at the adorable face of her child on the screen, Ye Wanwan almost wished she could rush through.
“I miss Mommy.” The child nodded while looking at Ye Wanwan. “Daddy misses you too.”
Ye Wanwan: “…”
Seems like this little one gets along well with Si Yehan, actually speaking up for him. That was unexpected.
“Where’s Daddy?” Ye Wanwan asked.
“In the kitchen, cooking.” The child turned the video towards the kitchen.
Ye Wanwan saw Si Yehan wearing an apron, holding a cookbook, fully focused…
Ye Wanwan: “…” Is this a last-minute effort to learn?
“Can you get used to Daddy’s cooking?” Ye Wanwan originally wanted to ask if it’s terrible, but she changed her phrasing in the end.
“Better than before.” The child replied, “It was bad before.”
“Well, how’s Daddy’s cooking now?” Ye Wanwan asked with a smile.
“Eatable.” After contemplating for a moment, the child answered.
Ye Wanwan: “…” “Eatable” does sound better than “terrible.”
“Mommy, there are many women in this place.” Suddenly, the child caught Ye Wanwan off guard.
“Huh?” Ye Wanwan was slightly taken aback. Many women?!!
“Yeah, they’re all under Mumu.” The child nodded.
“Under Mumu?” Ye Wanwan was puzzled. “Who’s Mumu?”
“Lin Que.” The child replied.
Ye Wanwan: “…” This was the first time she heard someone pronounce the last name separately.
“Mommy, they all want to get close to Daddy.” The child said.
“Oh? How did your Daddy react?” Ye Wanwan glared at Si Yehan, who was clueless about the current situation, engrossed in reading his cookbook.
“I chased them away. They don’t have a chance to get close to Daddy. Don’t worry, Mommy.” The child reassured her.
Seeing the child’s serious expression, Ye Wanwan couldn’t hold back her laughter. With a broad smile on her face, she thought, indeed, this is her own son, her precious darling.
“Baby, well done. You truly are Mommy’s thoughtful little protector,” Ye Wanwan praised with a smile.
After ending the video call with the child, Ye Wanwan flipped through some magazines and then turned off the lights to rest.
Several hours later, Ye Wanwan was still awake. Vague memories from her youth kept floating through her mind.
However, those fragmented memories were causing her distress. She tried hard to recall, but the more she tried, the more her head hurt, as if she was entering a void.
In the latter half of the night, just as Ye Wanwan was finally feeling a bit sleepy, a faint sound echoed from downstairs.
Though the sound was faint, almost like it was intentionally controlled, in the silent depths of the night, Ye Wanwan still heard it.