It's Chen Hai's

……

Bai Yuyou noticed the content displayed on her phone. She lowered her head slightly, her long, soft strands of hair falling onto the screen, obscuring a few words. Yet, the girl didn’t respond immediately, quietly staring at the message instead.

She wasn’t sure how she felt.

After a moment, she looked up and turned to Ye Shuang, clearly seeking his opinion.

"Reply properly. You’ve grown up now," Ye Shuang simply smiled.

Bai Yuyou nodded, her slender fingers tapping on the keyboard.

Bai Yuyou: Yes, there’s a school sports festival.

Bai Yuyou: Are you coming?

Soon, the other party replied—

Mother: Is that okay?

Bai Yuyou: Yes.

Bai Yuyou: If… you really come.

The other side seemed to hesitate before finally replying with an apology.

Mother: Sorry, my dear daughter.

Mother: [Transfer: ¥100,000]

Mother: I’ll be there. Buy yourself some snacks.

Bai Yuyou: Okay.

However, the girl didn’t accept the money, instead putting her phone away.

"Done," Bai Yuyou said to Ye Shuang.

"Mm," Ye Shuang reached out and ruffled her hair.

But Bai Yuyou suddenly threw herself into his arms. Ye Shuang instinctively held the soft girl against him, noticing her drooping ahoge—clearly in a bad mood.

Ye Shuang sighed, gently patting her back.

He hoped Aunt Xian would keep her promise this time and actually come.

Otherwise…

Getting used to disappointment was a terrible thing.

……

By evening, when club activities ended, Tang Keke seemed to have other plans with Bai Yuyou and left first.

Meanwhile, Ye Shuang drove to buy groceries, hurriedly cooked dinner, then headed out again to the hospital’s inpatient ward.

Pushing open the door to the hospital room, he saw Chen Qin leaning against the headboard, reviewing documents on her tablet as if working. Her gaze was focused, her high nose bridge adorned with a pair of glasses—she hadn’t even noticed the door opening.

"Oh, A-Ye?" Only when Ye Shuang reached the bedside did Chen Qin finally turn her head, her face lighting up with a grin. "Hehe, you’re here."

"Are you nearsighted now?"

"Blue light filter. My eyesight’s sharper than a hawk’s," Chen Qin said, removing her glasses.

"Alright." Ye Shuang placed a thermal lunchbox on the bedside table. "Made you some soup."

"Huh?"

"Blood-nourishing soup—astragalus and black chicken." Ye Shuang opened the container and ladled a bowl for her.

"Wow, proper soup…" Chen Qin started blowing on it before taking small sips, then suddenly asked, "A-Ye, have you had any?"

"I have." Watching her sip the soup, Ye Shuang picked up the tablet and rested it on his lap.

"What kind of contract is this?"

"A potential collaboration for the company. Just checking for any issues," Chen Qin replied.

"Let’s go through it together. It’ll be faster," Ye Shuang said without looking up. "You should be resting right now."

"The doctor said I can be discharged in a couple of days."

"That’s good."

Chen Qin stirred her soup with a spoon, studying Ye Shuang’s focused profile before suddenly asking, "Aren’t you exhausted? Working in the morning, cooking in the afternoon, then bringing me soup and helping with my workload."

Ye Shuang replied calmly, "Not really. Being a school doctor is pretty relaxed."

With that, he continued reviewing the documents.

The room was quiet, and since this was a special floor, the entire level had no other patients—just a few nurses and doctors on duty.

"A-Ye, is your school’s sports festival coming up soon?"

"Yeah, very soon."

"A-Ye, what did you have for lunch today?"

"McDonald’s."

"A-Ye… you’re ignoring me~"

Ye Shuang suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. Glancing sideways, he saw Chen Qin had wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, pressing her "slime" against him.

She even deliberately blew into his ear.

"I’m literally helping you with work right now," Ye Shuang said, amused by her pouting expression. He cleared his throat. "Alright, fine."

"Work isn’t important," Chen Qin grumbled.

"If work isn’t important, I wonder who’s the one reviewing contracts in a hospital bed," Ye Shuang retorted before setting the tablet aside.

"How’s Chen Hai doing lately?"

"Him?" Chen Qin snorted. "Who knows?"

Ye Shuang could only chuckle. After all, no one expected Zhou Min’s child to actually be Chen Hai’s. The situation between Zhou Min and Chen Hai’s wife was now a tangled mess.

"Will they divorce?"

"Probably not. My sister-in-law will most likely forgive him," Chen Qin shrugged. "You know her family background isn’t great. Even though Chen Hai’s dumb and fat, his family’s status is top-tier."

"For the sake of her future and Qiaoqiao, she’ll probably let it slide."

Ye Shuang understood Chen Qin’s reasoning. Besides, Chen Hai hadn’t been fooling around—it was just an accident.

"Still, something feels off about this whole thing," Ye Shuang murmured. "Zhou Min."

Was it really just a coincidence?

Ye Shuang knew the world was full of them, but a little caution never hurt.

"How are Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen planning to handle Zhou Min?"

"My parents’ idea is probably to let her marry into the family, though without formal status…" Chen Qin shook her head. "But given my sister-in-law’s temper, who knows?"

"Honestly, my parents just want the baby, but Zhou Min refuses to give it up. She even said she’d rather raise the child alone outside, claiming she’s not after money—just that she loves Chen Hai."

"Frankly, we find it hard to believe anyone could love Chen Hai that much."

"But for now, we’ll have to wait until she gives birth."

Ye Shuang: "……"

Chen Hai must be regretting his lack of self-control now.

"Still, if that woman has ulterior motives, she’s in for disappointment," Chen Qin smirked. "I’m the one managing the family business, after all."

Ye Shuang thought for a moment. "Hard to say. If she really gets into your family, she might whisper things into Chen Hai’s ear."

Then he paused. "Actually, let’s not assume the worst. Just tell Chen Hai to stay alert."

"Okay."

A bad wife brings ruin for three generations.

Ye Shuang had a feeling Zhou Min’s presence would disrupt the Chen family’s harmony. But given the circumstances, Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen wouldn’t abandon a woman carrying their grandchild.

"A-Ye, what’s on your mind?"

"Nothing, just Chen Hai’s situation."

"Are you… jealous of him? Hmph." Chen Qin’s tone suddenly turned sour.

Ye Shuang blinked, momentarily confused. "Why would I be jealous of him?"

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