“Then we won’t sleep. Come here, Uncle will hold you.”
Zhan Yin, worried his wife might be tired, took Yangyang into his arms.
He found topics to chat about with Yangyang, keeping the boy entertained and happy.
Watching Zhan Yin patiently cheer Yangyang up, answering every question the child asked with seriousness, Haitong’s gaze softened with tenderness and gratitude as she looked at her husband.
Marrying Zhan Yin in this lifetime was a blessing she must have earned in her past life.
As she watched, Haitong felt her eyelids grow heavy. She wanted to sleep.
Before she knew it, she leaned back against the car seat and drifted off.
When she woke up, she was back at Youyou Villa, in the room she shared with Zhan Yin.
The room was quiet—Yangyang was probably not there.
Zhan Yin wasn’t there either.
Haitong sat up and saw her phone on the bedside table. She reached for it and checked the time—it was already two in the afternoon.
She’d slept for so long.
As she became fully awake, she felt her stomach growl with hunger.
With her belly gradually growing, her already decent appetite had become even bigger. It felt like she could never eat enough.
During her prenatal checkup, the doctor had advised her to eat smaller, more frequent meals.
Haitong rolled out of bed and walked to the window, pulling back the heavy curtains. Outside, the sunlight was bright.
In Guancheng’s winter, if there was no cold front sweeping south and the sun was out during the day, it didn’t feel like winter at all.
But when a cold front hit, the temperature would drop fast. Sometimes, you’d wear a long-sleeved shirt one day and still feel hot, wishing you could switch to summer short sleeves.
By that same evening, it’d turn cold, and the next day you’d need two or three layers, hunching your shoulders against the chill as you walked, rubbing your hands to keep warm.
Yet, if you rushed to order thick clothes online, by the time they arrived, the temperature would often rise again, leaving you wondering when you’d ever get to wear the heavy clothes you’d bought.
Guancheng’s winter truly showcased unpredictable, ever-changing weather.
After standing there for a few minutes, Haitong turned away from the window, ready to head downstairs to find something to eat.
Just as she reached the bedroom door, it swung open.
Zhan Yin stood there, about to come in. Seeing her, he smiled. “Wife, you’re awake. Hungry, right? I was just coming up to check if you were up, to call you downstairs to eat something before sleeping more.”
“I just woke up—I’m starving. I’ll head down to eat now.”
Zhan Yin took her hand.
“I made you some fresh food—just finished cooking it.”
When they’d returned, since Haitong was asleep, he didn’t have the heart to wake his beloved wife and let her keep sleeping while they ate first.
Su Teng had brought his fiancée back to Guancheng, and they’d come to visit the old lady.
Naturally, the old lady kept them at the villa for a meal, so they hadn’t waited for Haitong to wake up.
Zhan Yin didn’t ask the kitchen to save food for his wife either. Instead, after everyone had eaten, he kept an eye on the time and personally cooked a hearty lunch for Haitong, so she’d wake up to freshly made dishes.
“You could’ve just saved me some—I don’t mind.”
Without asking, Haitong knew he didn’t want her eating leftovers.
“It’s been a while since I last cooked for you. It’s a good chance for me to show off a bit. Sixth Brother’s been cooking for his fiancée every day now. For someone who can cook, making food for the woman you love is actually a happy thing.”
Haitong smiled. “Sixth Brother and Ouyang Ya have made progress?”
“Not yet, but he says Ouyang Ya appreciates him. As long as she appreciates him, getting her to fall in love with him isn’t hard, according to him.”
