She withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted.

"What clothes should I wear when I take a shower?" Pei Yuchen asked in return.

A flush of heat rose to Song Yanzhi's face as she recalled the scream from her. She felt as if she had encountered a hooligan.

She recalled her previous life, where he left after their marriage and only returned five years later, with whom she had no feelings for each other.

After that, their romantic relationships became even more rare.

Perhaps because she was afraid of getting pregnant, and also because she always felt shy and couldn't let go, Pei Yuchen didn't touch her much after that.

He has always been restrained and aloof.

Thinking about those things made it hard for her to breathe.

The two stood quietly for a while before Song Yanzhi remembered what he was supposed to do.

She slapped her forehead: "Oh no, I forgot to bring in the laundry."

After saying that, he ran outside.

Before Pei Yuchen could stop her, she ran out like a gust of wind.

He paused for a moment, then turned and followed him out.

The drizzle outside was quite heavy, mixed with a cool breeze.

Song Yanzhi had just run to the wire where clothes were hung to dry by the door when she discovered that all the clothes on it were gone.

Pei Yuchen took a coat from somewhere and put it over her head. A faint scent of soap wafted to her nose. He said in a deep voice, "I've already put away the clothes. Go inside first, don't catch a cold."

After saying that, before Song Yanzhi could react, he put his arm around her shoulder and led her into the house.

The two hadn't been this intimate in a long time, and Song Yanzhi felt a little short of breath. She subtly dodged the man's hand and said, "Thank you for your help."

He had never been asked to do such a small task as collecting laundry at home before.

Pei Yuchen used a towel to dry her hair. Although she had only been outside for a short while, the rain was heavy and her hair was already a little wet.

She was thin and frail, sitting on the stool, looking rather small, and somewhat similar to Xiao Bao.

Pei Yuchen still remembered her youthful appearance five years ago at a social dance party, wearing a sailor-collar cardigan dress, small leather shoes, revealing half of her calves, and with two braids.

Because of her plump and round face, several people pointed her out to him and said that she looked like a girl who would have children and take care of her family.

He didn't pay attention to those words at the time; he just felt that it looked very comfortable and clean.

However, at this moment it is as slender and pale as a winter plum blossom, which would break if broken.

You could even see skin and bones on his chest.

Pei Yuchen felt a pang of heartache in his eyes, feeling even more guilty towards her and the child.

He took the initiative to ask, "Have you been busy these past few days?"

Song Yanzhi wiped the rain off her face, feeling a little cold. She rubbed the goosebumps that had risen on her arms. "I'm not busy for now. What's wrong?"

Pei Yuchen said, "I rarely get to come home, and I'm not busy these past few days. I'd like to take you and Xiaobao to visit your parents' home."

And by the way, see how much of what his mother said is true.

At that time, Song Yanzhi was almost able to go to university, but for some reason, she was unable to do so. Later, she was arranged to marry through a blind date. He didn't have much of an impression of the Song family, only that they treated Song Yanzhi very well, otherwise they wouldn't have brought all the betrothal gifts back to her.

Since he was willing to bring so much money back to her, why would he possibly take money from her?

Pei Yuchen realized upon reflection that his mother's words were full of loopholes.

But without concrete evidence, he couldn't bring himself to say anything about it.

The Song family's circumstances were indeed not very good; their hometown was in a village.

It's not far away, but the conditions there are worlds apart from those in the city.

It's inconvenient to go back and forth.

Upon hearing this, Song Yanzhi was taken aback, but then she remembered that Pei Yuchen had also mentioned this matter in her previous life. At that time, she was particularly happy and thought that the man still cared about her, otherwise he would not have taken the initiative to visit her home.

She knew that Wang Yanmei looked down on her family, so she didn't let her come home.

I only go there twice a year.

She hadn't had a chance to go back this year, so she nodded: "I do need to go. Xiao Bao hasn't started school yet, so I have time to go back. Once he starts school, I won't have time."

"Your job isn't urgent. You can go for a trial class next Monday. I'll go out early tomorrow to buy some things and be back by 10 o'clock."

Song Yanzhi nodded. She actually missed her parents a little. They were both farmers, working hard in the fields all day long.

What puzzled her was that she had become somewhat strange ever since she failed her college entrance exam.

Her mother, who always doted on her, didn't want her to repeat a grade.

She clearly had excellent grades, and everyone said that if she repeated a year, she would definitely pass the exam.

But her mother strongly opposed it.

The reason given was that her brother was getting married, and her family simply couldn't afford to send her to school.

Under such immense pressure, Song Yanzhi had no choice but to reluctantly agree. Afterward, her mother even started arranging blind dates for her, as if she really wanted her to get married.

Outsiders say that her mother wanted her to get married so that she could get a dowry for her brother's wedding.

She had thought so too, and was extremely angry, which caused her relationship with her family to plummet.

But after she got married, her mother gave her all the money.

But looking back now, Song Yanzhi still finds it strange.

She nodded: "Okay."

To everyone's surprise, the teacher from the Yuhong class came over the next day.

He handed Song Yanzhi a red envelope and said, "Comrade Song, we are very sorry about your son's situation. Director Zhu has already been demoted. This is compensation for you. The leader asked me to tell you that as long as you are willing to send Xiaobao back, the school can waive his tuition for two years and provide him with a place in the senior class without any conditions."

"That's it?" Song Yanzhi asked calmly.

The other party was somewhat embarrassed: "The leader also said that if you are not at ease, you can come and teach in our Yuhong class. You don't need an internship period; you can directly receive the salary of an intern, plus subsidies, which is thirty-five a month."

They only found out after checking that Xiao Bao's father was actually the genius who was admitted to university at the age of fifteen.

No wonder Xiao Bao is so amazing at such a young age.

It's ridiculous that Director Zhu, who only graduated from elementary school, dares to make trouble so brazenly.

Even setting aside Xiaobao's father, his mother, Song Yanzhi, is a high school graduate.

Either of the couple has a higher educational background than the teachers in their childcare class.

No wonder everyone stopped going after hearing that Song Yanzhi was unwilling to send her child to the preschool.

They even demanded a refund of their tuition fees.

Their situation has been quite awkward these past few days.

If Song Yanzhi had heard this news yesterday, he would have been overjoyed.