It's ... Again

“……”

“Mm…”

“Sigh…”

Late that night, in the room.

Ye Shuang was staring at the three neatly folded scarves on the table, feeling rather troubled. After all, Chen Qin was going to hold a party to celebrate her discharge from the hospital, and Bai Yuyou and the others would surely be invited as well. Yet on Christmas, he had received three scarves all at once.

The temperature that day was probably low enough to warrant wearing one, wasn’t it?

Just as Chen Hai had said, when would this damn cold air finally leave?

Ye Shuang folded his arms, then picked up one of the scarves and wrapped it around his neck. After thinking for a moment, he wrapped the second one around himself as well.

And finally…the third.

Ye Shuang walked over to the mirror. Looking at his reflection, he saw that his neck was practically wrapped into a ball, making it look swollen.

Not to mention that turning his head had become rather difficult…

It was as if fate itself had a hand around his throat. So hot.

Ye Shuang tried wrapping each scarf only once and letting the rest hang naturally. Although it wasn’t as bulky as before, the three ends in front and the three behind swayed as he walked, making him look incredibly strange. After all, normal people didn’t wear scarves like this.

He still couldn’t get used to it. And because so much of the fabric was hanging down, the feeling of being strangled around the neck became even more pronounced.

Ye Shuang took all the scarves off and set them aside. He felt as though he was evolving into a Michelin Tire Man. He also couldn’t understand why Yu You always liked dressing herself so warmly.

Still, with all that wobbling, she looked like an adorable little penguin.

He really wasn’t used to this.

Ye Shuang stopped dwelling on it and took some clothes to prepare for a shower. He had been busy outside all day and hadn’t gotten much rest. He had already done his best to balance work and life, but even so, there were still many things he couldn’t properly attend to.

Just then, someone knocked on the door several times.

Ding, ding, ding.

Ye Shuang thought it was Bai Yuyou and called out without turning around, “Come in.”

The door was pushed open, and a voice came from outside.

“Daddy~”

Ye Shuang turned around and saw a little head peeking in from beside the door. Yezi entered the room wearing a fluffy pink pajama set. When he realized who it was, he smiled faintly and asked, “What is it, Yezi?”

“Daddy, this.” Yezi took a box from behind her back. “A Christmas present. Daddy’s been working hard lately.”

“A Christmas present?” Ye Shuang was a little surprised, but he still reached out and accepted it. “Thank you. I didn’t expect you to prepare a present for Daddy too.”

“Hehe.”

Yezi seemed very happy when Ye Shuang rubbed her head.

“I’m really happy, but Daddy forgot that today was Christmas too…so I didn’t prepare a present for you.” Ye Shuang apologized. “As compensation, how about I take you out to have fun this weekend?”

Ye Shuang hadn’t expected even his own child to prepare a gift for him. Perhaps thinking of Yi'an, he suddenly looked at his daughter and asked, “Yezi, is there anything you’re interested in?”

“Interested in?” Yezi asked in confusion.

“Yes. Like an extracurricular class or something. If there’s anything you’re interested in, Daddy can send you to learn it.”

“Not for now.”

“Hmm…”

Ye Shuang thought for a moment. Perhaps there were simply things Yezi had never experienced before.

“I’ll take you out to try more things in the future, then.”

“Okay. But Daddy’s so busy, so you don’t have to worry about it too much. Daddy, I’m going back to sleep.”

Yezi gave him a sweet smile before turning around and heading back to her room. The thoughtfulness of this little angel was practically identical to Bai Yuyou’s.

Maybe they really were mother and daughter.

It was just that Bai Yuyou still didn’t know that Yezi was her biological daughter. Ye Shuang had no intention of telling her, either.

“Hm?”

Ye Shuang suddenly realized something.

If Yezi had come from the future, then the child Bai Yuyou would eventually give birth to…

Could that child be Yezi?

But Ye Shuang quickly dismissed the idea. After all, the race between the little tadpoles still involved an element of chance. Moreover, Yezi’s arrival in this world had undoubtedly disrupted the balance and triggered a butterfly effect. If that was the case, it was unlikely that Yu You would give birth to another Yezi.

Ye Shuang looked at the box in his hand and immediately began opening it.

A few seconds later, he took out a miniature scarf. It was much smaller than the others, and at the ends, there was embroidery of a little rabbit and a leaf. It was obvious at a glance that Yezi had knitted it herself.

Ye Shuang: “…”

Why was everyone so consistent?

It wasn’t as though he were Nezha.

After taking a shower, Ye Shuang lay on the bed and rested for a while. As he played with his phone, he noticed a post An Shiyu had made on her social media.

It was simply a picture of a cake, without any decorations or accompanying text.

Ye Shuang stared at it for a few seconds before suddenly remembering that today wasn’t only Christmas—it was also An Shiyu’s birthday.

It wasn’t that he had completely forgotten. He simply didn’t have that part of his memories, so he had no direct impression of it. He only remembered that it had been mentioned in the novel.

“But she didn’t mention it today. Is she worried about something?” Ye Shuang wondered.

After sending An Shiyu a belated birthday greeting, Ye Shuang thought for a moment, then began marking the holidays on his calendar so he could set reminders for them. He didn’t remember many things, but fortunately, it wasn’t too late to start now.

Coincidentally, An Shiyu replied at that very moment.

An Shiyu: Image.jpg

An Shiyu: This can count as the birthday present you gave me.

The image showed the plush toy Ye Shuang had given her. Although it had only been a Christmas gift he’d picked up at the last minute, An Shiyu seemed to have accepted it as her birthday present.

Before Ye Shuang could reply, An Shiyu suddenly sent another message.

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An Shiyu: I really like this. It’s a shame you probably don’t remember it.

An Shiyu: Maybe.

The image showed a fair, slender wrist, with a little fish bracelet shimmering faintly under the light. Ye Shuang stared at the picture and pondered for a while.

He began examining his relationship with the two “fish.”

Although it seemed a little complicated, he felt that he shouldn’t ignore An Shiyu’s feelings. Given Little Yu’s personality, many of the things she said sincerely were hidden beneath jokes.

Ye Shuang looked at the messages in the chat window. After tapping his finger against the screen for a few seconds, he replied.

Ye Shuang: There’ll be even better presents in the future.

An Shiyu: Oh?

An Shiyu: Then I’ll believe you this once.

After ending the conversation, Ye Shuang had only just put his phone down when the screen lit up again.

Ye Shuang turned his head and glanced at it—

An Shiyu had sent him another message.

An Shiyu: I want a baby.

An Shiyu: Send me some pictures of Jinjin.

Ye Shuang: “…”

Ye Shuang: Xiaoyi, stop messing around with Little Yu’s account.

An Shiyu: Oh.

A few seconds later—

Anshi Yi: Send me some pictures of Jinjin.

Ye Shuang: “…”

Enough already.