Four years later, Shangyang Ancient City, Jiashui City.

In a small courtyard, the trees and leaves are lush and the flowers are fragrant. A gentle evening breeze blows, and a slender figure lies on a rocking chair under the eaves.

Ye Zhao lay on the rocking chair wearing an apricot-colored cotton and linen dress, her exposed calves were fair and slender, her black hair was cascading down to her side, and a palm-leaf fan covered her face, leaving only her smooth chin visible.

A short while later, a small, fair-skinned baby ran out of the house, chattering in a baby voice, "Mama, Mama..."

Ye Zhao removed the palm-leaf fan from her face, opened her sleepy eyes, and mumbled, "What's wrong?"

Her face was fair, and her soft, glossy long hair was draped over her side, making her look languid and beautiful.

The little girl wore a brown cotton-linen Chinese-style round-neck top with knotted buttons and matching pants. Her features were small and delicate, and her fair and chubby face looked adorable and very endearing.

He leaned against the rocking chair and carefully touched Ye Zhao's hair with his chubby hand, saying, "Mom, your hair is so beautiful!"

Ye Zhao couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to touch the little dumpling's chubby face: "Our Yuanbao is pretty too!"

Little Yuanbao pouted unhappily and said in his childish voice, "Mommy is bad! Only girls say 'pretty,' boys say 'handsome'!"

Ye Zhao chuckled: "Really? But our little Yuanbao is really beautiful!"

"Hmph!" Little Yuanbao pretended to be angry and turned his face away, but he still couldn't help but look at Ye Zhao's reaction.

Ye Zhao's heart softened at his adorable appearance, and she reached out to touch his chubby little face: "Baby, don't be angry anymore, okay? Mommy knows she was wrong."

Little Yuanbao finally turned around reluctantly, pouting with a smug look on her face: "Okay, then I'll forgive Mom."

Ye Zhao was amused again, and looking at his smug expression, she asked, "Didn't you go to play with Xiao Jiu? Why are you back?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuanbao replied in his childish voice, "Xiao Jiu's mother was taking her to her grandmother's house, so I came back."

Ye Zhao slowly sat up in the rocking chair, her soft, shiny hair cascading down her back, the strands fluttering in the breeze.

Little Yuanbao was extremely surprised when he saw this, and clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Wow! Mommy's hair can fly!"

Ye Zhao smiled and stood up, placing the palm-leaf fan in her hand on the small table. She reached out and took Xiao Yuanbao's hand, saying, "Let's go, it's time to eat."

Ye Zhao led Xiao Yuanbao through the door, then went straight through the main room and out the door.

The houses on both sides of the street look ancient, all of them are wooden buildings with a strong ethnic minority style. The streets paved with bluestone slabs are not wide, but there are some exotic flowers and plants scattered along the way, which are very attractive.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Ye Zhao has been here for almost two years. Yuanbao is now three years old, having grown from a frail little baby into a lively little dumpling. Ye Zhao can finally relax.

Three years ago, Ye Zhao was more than seven months pregnant, her belly was so big it looked like a ball. Cheng Yu was worried that if she stayed at home all day without moving around, it would be difficult for her to give birth, so he took her to the park for a walk. Unfortunately, it was a weekend, and there were many children in the park. Several children ran over while playing and stepped on the wet moss, and slipped and fell towards Ye Zhao. Cheng Yu tried to pull her away, but it was too late, and Ye Zhao fell to the ground.

Born more than seven months premature, Xiao Yuanbao stayed in an incubator from birth and was hospitalized for more than two months before being discharged. During that time, Ye Zhao couldn't take care of herself at all. Looking at her frail child, she was afraid that he would be gone in the blink of an eye.

Cheng Yu felt extremely guilty during that time, and even quit her job to stay with her and take care of the child.

Fortunately, Xiao Yuanbao gradually recovered, and Ye Zhao was able to return to China and settle down in Jiashui City.

Chiashui City enjoys a spring-like climate year-round, with a warm environment, beautiful surroundings, fresh air, and convenient transportation, making it an ideal place to live.

Ye Zhao had stayed here for two months before going abroad and loved the climate. When Yuanbao turned one, his health improved significantly and he no longer needed to go to the hospital often, so she brought her child here.

Little Yuanbao has always been cheerful and lovable. He was a local expert even at a young age, and all the neighbors liked him very much.

Ye Zhao led Yuanbao across the bluestone street. Little Yuanbao greeted the neighbors on both sides with great enthusiasm, being incredibly lively.

"Is Little Yuanbao going to eat?"

"Has Yuanbao grown taller again?"

"Yuanbao is so cute!"

Ye Zhao greeted them with a smile and strolled out slowly. By the time she reached the open street, it was already getting late.

Shangyang Ancient City is an undeveloped ancient city, but it attracts many tourists throughout the year. Ye Zhao looked at all kinds of people and led Tuanzi along the bluestone street.

Suddenly, the little girl in her arms pulled her forward a couple of steps and said in a childish voice, "Hey uncle, why are you littering cigarette butts?"

Ye Zhao realized what was happening and quickly covered his mouth. She smiled apologetically at the tourist, then picked up Xiao Yuanbao and ran away in a flash.

When they arrived at their destination, the little boy struggled to get off Ye Zhao. He stood on the ground, looked up at Ye Zhao, and said, "Mommy is a bad guy. Mommy is protecting the bad uncle."

Ye Zhao crossed her arms and asked with a smile, "Do you know what 'covering up' means? You're just making baseless accusations against me?"

Little Yuanbao said with a righteous and indignant look, "Uncle Lin said that helping bad guys is protecting them!"

"Pfft, hahahahaha..."

Suddenly, a laugh came from the side. The man, dressed as a chef, walked over, picked up little Yuanbao, and praised, "Our Yuanbao is so clever, he knows so much."

Little Yuanbao pouted with a smug look on her face, not forgetting to glare at her mother who was protecting bad people.

Ye Zhao smiled helplessly, turned around and went inside.

Last year, she bought two houses in the old town, renovated and decorated them, and opened two guesthouses. She also hired people to manage them. However, she was too lazy to cook at home, so she would bring her son, Yuanbao, over for meals every day.

As soon as she entered, Yang Juan looked up from behind the counter and asked with a smile, "Where's Xiao Yuanbao?"

Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Yuanbao's voice came from behind Ye Zhao. Yang Juan put down the booklet in her hand and came out.

Yuanbao is well-liked. Aunt Zhang who cleans the guesthouse, Yang Juan at the counter, and Xiao Lin, the chef, all like him. Even the tourists who come and go at the guesthouse like him because of his stubborn personality.

Ye Zhao glanced at the two people circling around the child, then went straight to the kitchen.

Aunt Zhang, with her sleeves rolled up, was stir-frying vegetables when she heard the sound and turned around. Seeing that it was Ye Zhao, she smiled and said, "Little Zhao is here? Today we're having braised pork and steamed sea bass. Try my cooking!"

Ye Zhao smiled and replied while picking up the bowls and chopsticks, "Yes, your cooking skills must be excellent."