Yang Xiaoyu learned about Wan Qiu's fight and injury in the morning, and immediately bought a plane ticket and flew back to China.

Wan Qiu also received a message of concern from Yang Xiaoyu's assistant, Zhao Jingyue.

It was already late at night when Wan Qiu saw Yang Xiaoyu.

Yang Xiaoyu, looking travel-worn, didn't even change out of her slippers and went straight into Wanqiu's bedroom in her high heels.

Even though Wan Qiu still has the habit of only closing the door but not locking it, he was a little confused when he looked up and saw Yang Xiaoyu while wearing his pajamas.

Yang Xiaoyu stood in front of Wan Qiu, and Wan Qiu could see that her usually exquisite makeup was now a little smudged.

Yang Xiaoyu moved closer to Wan Qiu, her fingers lightly touching the corner of his eye.

Wanqiu knew that this fleeting touch was caused by trembling.

Yang Xiaoyu's extremely poor complexion and tightly pursed lips both spoke volumes about her urgency.

Wan Qiu grasped Yang Xiaoyu's hand, allowing her fingers to rest against the bruises.

It doesn't hurt at all when you just touch it lightly.

"Mom, welcome home."

Wan Qiu saw Yang Xiaoyu take a deep breath, closed her eyes briefly, and then opened them again.

Calmness returned to her beautiful face.

"It's okay, baby, don't be afraid, Mommy is fine now."

Yang Xiaoyu was very unhappy, but she tried to hide it.

Wan Qiu didn't expose him, but simply nodded obediently.

Yang Xiaoyu told Wan Qiu to rest and then went to find Chu Jianshu.

Wan Qiu didn't know what had happened, but she still quietly got out of bed and followed behind in her soft slippers.

The housekeeper, Bai, who noticed the situation, was clearly a little worried.

Wan Qiu tugged at Butler Bai's clothes, trying to comfort him.

Butler Bai simply smiled and told Wan Qiu that it was alright.

When Yang Xiaoyu came out again, she still looked very unwell.

He simply ruffled Wanqiu's hair and kissed Wanqiu's forehead.

Wan Qiu was on leave from school due to her injury, so Chu Yigui naturally didn't go back to school either.

Chu Yigui was always very clear about Wan Qiu's daily class progress and would take the initiative to teach Wan Qiu at home.

Individual instruction and group instruction are different. Chu Yigui's tutoring method, which was specifically designed for Wan Qiu, actually made him learn faster than he did at school.

Wanqiu's perspective was limited, so no homework was assigned; the course was completed but no further work was done.

Yang has been unusually silent these past two days because he doesn't want to disturb Wan Qiu.

Yang Ze has now begun to gradually take notice of Chu Jianshu's actions, and he usually works overtime until very late every day, but these past two days he has been going home early.

After learning the whole story, even though Yang knew in his heart that Wan Qiu only had superficial injuries and wouldn't have any major problems, his feelings were more complicated when he actually saw it with his own eyes.

After Wan Qiu appeared to be in better condition, Yang Ze took the initiative to find her.

Yang then asked Wan Qiu where he had hit the other party.

Because Wan Qiu had rested well, he even reenacted the scene for Yang Ze.

Yang nodded and said that Wan Qiu did a good job and had put into practice the techniques he had taught her.

But as if that wasn't enough, they intensified Wanqiu's training.

When Wan Qiu saw Yang Ze teaching him how to attack the genitals more skillfully, even Wan Qiu felt a phantom pain.

Wan Qiu instructed Steward Bai not to tell Chu Zhang about the matter.

Chu Zhang took a long leave of absence for his birthday banquet and is extremely busy right now.

Everyone seemed to think that Wanqiu's injury was very serious, but Wanqiu still felt that it was just a trivial injury.

It was just bluish-purple.

It won't hurt at all if you don't touch it.

But it seems that everyone is happier when he obediently 'recovers from his injury'.

While washing up in the bathroom, Wan Qiu carefully examined her face.

My only worry is that I look a bit ugly like this.

Wanqiu doesn't want to lower the average aesthetic appeal of her home.

Chu Yigui hasn't gone back to her own bedroom these past two days, instead choosing to sleep with Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu didn't think much of it; they had already slept together a lot.

Wan Qiu leaned against the bed and made a phone call to Zhou Peiyu.

Zhou Peiyu, who loved gossip, inquired around the school and learned some rumors.

It's said that the two boys who caused trouble in the class were actually the girl's boyfriends, one knowing the truth and the other not.

In Zhou Peiyu's words, he was a proper boyfriend and girlfriend, but also a mistress who knew he was a third party.

Zhou Peiyu then recounted numerous scandalous rumors surrounding the three of them, leaving Wan Qiu completely bewildered.

When Wanqiu hung up the phone, he was somewhat questioning the meaning of life.

"Isn't it said... that you can't have a relationship too early?"

Wan Qiu felt as if all the knowledge he had built up was collapsing.

“Yes, it’s not allowed according to school rules,” Chu Yigui said.

Chu Yigui leaned against the headboard, holding a book in her hand. Wan Qiu glanced at it a few times; it was covered in dense text.

"But they're dating? And..." Wan Qiu asked expectantly, "Can a person have two boyfriends?"

"..." Chu Yigui paused slightly while reading, her face darkening. "No."

Wan Qiu knelt on the bed, somewhat hesitant: "Then they did something they shouldn't have done."

"Yes, according to school rules, at least two of the three should be expelled, but given Uncle Chu's personality, he will probably directly demand that all three be expelled."

Chu Yigui guessed that Chu Jianshu would do this, and Yang Xiaoyu would likely prevent them from attending school anymore, at least not in this city.

"You won't be able to go to school if you're in a relationship." Wan Qiu suddenly became nervous.

Chu Yigui realized that Wan Qiu had misunderstood.

"It's not that you can't date... it's just that school rules don't allow it."

Wan Qiu looked bewildered. Not being able to go to school was a terrible thing, but if you can't go to school, you still have to date. What is dating?

"Don't overthink it," Chu Yigui interrupted Wan Qiu's chaotic thoughts. "There are always many things in this world that people can't understand, and it's not necessary to understand them all."

Wan Qiu nodded, accepting the fact that he couldn't understand.

"It's too late, go to sleep." Chu Yigui closed the book in her hand and placed it on the bedside table.

Wanqiu obediently lay down and pulled the blanket over herself.

Chu Yigui looked at Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu always deliberately showed his bruised and swollen eye to the other side so that he wouldn't see it.

Even while chatting, Wan Qiu kept looking in his direction with one eye.

Even when he was focused on examining Wan Qiu's recovery, he would curl up and wrap himself in the blanket to prevent others from seeing.

Chu Yigui picked up another storybook that she had prepared beforehand from the bedside table.

Unlike the fairy tales read in the orphanage, they read some more well-known books.

Chu Yigui's voice was not loud; he was intentionally trying to lull Wanqiu to sleep.

Only when Chu Yigui's voice grew softer and softer, and Wan Qiu's even breathing, now that she was asleep, could be heard, did Chu Yigui look at Wan Qiu.

Once Wan Qiu was fast asleep, he no longer guarded his injured side of his face.

Chu Yigui loathed seeing any wounds on Wan Qiu's body.

Just as he found it even more unbearable after learning that Wan Qiu had suffered injuries that ordinary people could not even imagine in their entire lives.

Wanqiu noticed.

So Wanqiu secretly didn't want him to see it.

But Chu Yigui's gaze remained fixed on the part of her skin that was different from her healthy skin tone.

Even though she loathed him, Chu Yigui still wanted to remember all the injuries Wan Qiu had suffered.

After no one cared about the time Wanqiu was injured, Chu Yigui hoped to be the only one who would remember all of Wanqiu's wounds.

Chu Yigui lifted the blanket with her fingertips, revealing Wan Qiu's mouth and nose.

In the end, Chu Yigui turned off the lights and reached out to embrace Wan Qiu, seemingly unintentionally.

Bruising does not cause pain.

It is painful when pressed.

He wouldn't let Wanqiu wake up because of the pain.

——

Wan Qiu remained very enthusiastic about attending classes at home, even though she had no classmates or deskmates, and the only teacher was Chu Yigui.

During the break between classes, Wan Qiu looked through the notes he had taken in his textbook over the past two days and was quite surprised.

"Yi Gui, is the teacher you have class the same as the teacher I have class?"

“No,” Chu Yigui said.

"Then why do the notes you gave me look almost identical to our teacher's notes?"

"The knowledge required for the college entrance examination is basically the same, and the things that need to be paid attention to are also roughly the same."

Wan Qiu lay on the table, looking up at Chu Yigui.

Chu Yigui was looking at his textbook for the next class and deciding on the content of the next lesson.

Whenever Chu Yigui was very serious, Wan Qiu could see a rare side of him.

Although he looked just as serious as a teacher, Wan Qiu couldn't feel the same way about Chu Yigui as he did about a teacher, probably because of his closeness to Chu Yigui.

"Is it okay if Yi Gui doesn't go to school?" Wan Qiu remembered that the senior year of high school was a very important time.

"It's alright," Chu Yigui said.

"Why?"

“I’ve already finished all the courses for senior year. What’s left is mostly repetitive practice and doing a lot of problems to consolidate my knowledge, so I don’t really need that,” Chu Yigui said.

When Wanqiu was in elementary school, he had no concept of middle school entrance exams or college entrance exams.

However, Wan Qiu personally witnessed Chu Yigui's brilliance during the high school entrance examination.

The college entrance examination is even more anticipated than the middle school entrance examination. When Chu Yigui was in her first and second years of high school, Wan Qiucai witnessed the importance of the college entrance examination firsthand.

"Is Yi Gui very confident about the college entrance examination?" Wan Qiu asked.

Chu Yigui then looked up from the book at Wan Qiu: "Yes, I am very confident."

Wan Qiu was somewhat worried.

However, if it were Chu Yigui, Wan Qiu felt there was no need to worry too much.

Chu Yigui is truly outstanding.

Wanqiu just felt that going to high school must be a very stressful thing.

"Do you feel pressured about returning?" Wan Qiu asked.

"Is it academic pressure?" Chu Yigui countered.

Wan Qiu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"I don't feel any pressure," Chu Yigui said.

"What about other aspects?" However, Wan Qiu did not overlook this point.

Chu Yigui looked at Wanqiu.

Wan Qiu, who was lying on the table, looked at him from bottom to top. His clear black and white eyes reflected his image directly.

Chu Yigui realized that the method of easily skipping over questions she didn't want to answer, which she used to be able to do, was no longer working with Wan Qiu.

"There are still some," Chu Yigui said truthfully.

What is it?

Chu Yigui sat down in front of Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu straightened his back, sat up straight, and took the impending lawsuit very seriously.

Chu Yigui was unwilling to deceive Wan Qiu, but for some reason, she was unable to accurately convey her emotions to Wan Qiu.

Rather than saying I can't find a good word, it's more accurate to say I'm unfamiliar with my own feelings.

It's like facing something very familiar; you know what it does, how to use it, and that it's important.

But no matter what, I couldn't name this thing.

Familiarity and unfamiliarity intertwined, and Chu Yigui could not express it in words.

"Does this concern me?" Wan Qiu vaguely recalled what Chu Zhang had once told him.

Chu Zhang seemed to be implying that he had put pressure on Chu Yigui.

Chu Yigui pondered for a moment: "It is indeed related to you, but it's not entirely because of you."

Chu Yigui did not want Wanqiu to harbor resentment towards him because of this.

While pondering how to reassure Wan Qiu, she first heard Wan Qiu's reply.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Wan Qiu asked.

Chu Yigui was somewhat surprised.

"Yi Gui?" Wan Qiu tilted his head and asked.

For some reason, Chu Yigui suddenly revealed a subtle smile.

"This is enough for now."

Meeting Wan Qiu's bewildered gaze, Chu Yigui's mood subtly improved.

It's like sitting around a fireplace in the cold winter, feeling warm.

"Pressure isn't necessarily a bad thing; appropriate pressure can actually promote progress," Chu Yigui said. "If one day I can't handle it anymore, I will ask you for help."

Wan Qiu blinked.

He nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Chu Yigui knew that Wan Qiu might not understand what his reaction just now meant to him.

People generally don't like being pressured by others.

However, if one is willing to listen, take responsibility, and share, it is because one cares.

For Chu Yigui, getting this answer would be the best way to relieve stress.

Wan Qiu received a message from Zhou Peiyu during a break between classes.

Zhou Peiyu said, based on a rumor, that Yang Xiaoyu had gone to school.

It is said that he went directly to the principal's office and was very forceful.

Zhou Peiyu: Your mother is really assertive. It is said that even the principal does not dare to speak loudly in front of your mother.

Zhou Peiyu: But isn't it a bit unfair of your mother to treat you like this?

Zhou Peiyu: I usually don't dare to play with classmates whose parents are too domineering.

Zhou Peiyu: I once borrowed a classmate's homework, and her mother called to scold me for not studying properly. I was so embarrassed.

Wan Qiu recalled that Yang Xiaoyu's expression and condition were relatively normal during breakfast.

Wanqiu: Is Mom alright?

Zhou Peiyu: I don't know, I just heard it.

Wanqiu: My mother is a very good mother.

Zhou Peiyu:

Zhou Peiyang: I was wrong, I'm sorry.

Wanqiu didn't know why Zhou Peiyu was apologizing.

After thinking it over, Wan Qiu still made a phone call to Yang Xiaoyu.

The call was answered immediately after just one ring.

Wan Qiu asked, "Mom, are you at school?"

"We're about to go home, honey. Why are you calling Mommy now? Do you miss me?"

"Is Mom alright? Are you very angry?" Wan Qiu murmured.

Yang Xiaoyu's voice softened considerably: "Baby, are you worried about Mommy? Don't worry, Mommy is fine. Mommy will be home soon. Baby, wait for Mommy at home."

As Yang Xiaoyu listened to Wan Qiu's soft voice responding to her, she felt an indescribable tenderness in her heart.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiaoyu leaned back in her car seat and looked up, saying, "Ah, my head, which was so fuming from the school, has been cured by this darling."

Song Wenqiu, who was driving for Yang Xiaoyu, couldn't help but laugh and said, "Wanqiu is very cute."

"When I answered the phone, I was worried that my darling might plead for those bastards," Yang Xiaoyu said.

Song Wenqiu said, "Although Wanqiu seems to be gentle, he can still distinguish between what is important and what is urgent."

"I want to offer Wanqiu something to comfort her. Wenqiu, do you have any recommendations?" Yang Xiaoyu asked.

Song Wenqiu's expression was somewhat subtle; Chu Jianshu had asked him the same question before.

Actually, it's a bit difficult to give Wanqiu a gift.

Not to mention Yang Xiaoyu, who dotes on Wanqiu to the point of having no principles, even Chu Jianshu, a man who rarely shows special concern for his children, often brings Wanqiu gifts.

Wanqiu really has everything.

"Since you've already taken leave, why don't you take him out for some fun?" Song Wenqiu asked.

“My baby still has injuries on her face, no way.” Yang Xiaoyu refused.

Song Wenqiu felt conflicted. Wan Qiu was full of energy, but the whole family treated him like a sickly person.

"Wanqiu looks quite energetic now; it's amazing how quickly a teenager recovers," Song Wenqiu said.

"I know..." Yang Xiaoyu said somewhat nervously.

"The gifts were chosen based on Wanqiu's usual hobbies. She never gets tired of receiving gifts she likes," Song Wenqiu said.

This was a good suggestion, but Yang Xiaoyu remained silent.

"Wanqiu's favorite things are, first, fruit salad, and second, supermarkets..." Yang Xiaoyu was quite helpless about Wanqiu's hobbies.

Song Wenqiu was also taken aback. He could understand fruit salad, but a supermarket?

“Wanqiu has a fondness for supermarkets, a habit he developed as a child.” Yang Xiaoyu rubbed her temples. “Should I go and see if there are any supermarkets near the company that I could acquire?”

Song Wenqiu's expression was somewhat subtle: "Does that mean Wanqiu really enjoys shopping at supermarkets?"

"Mm," Yang Xiaoyu replied, but upon closer reflection, she realized she rarely took Wanqiu to the supermarket.

More often than not, Yang Xiaoyu would take Wanqiu to the mall, where Wanqiu was always very interested in the large supermarket that was inside.

"A new supermarket has opened near my home."

When Song Wenqiu stopped at a red light, he used his phone to send a location to Yang Xiaoyu.

"A 24-hour supermarket is quite large, with a wide variety of products, including many popular snacks and treats. It's not crowded at night, so why don't we take Wanqiu there to try it?"

——

When Yang Xiaoyu and Chu Jianshu actually brought Wan Qiu and Chu Yigui to the supermarket late at night, Yang Xiaoyu wondered if there was something wrong with her brain that she had listened to Song Wenqiu's inexplicable advice during the day.

But when she actually arrived and found Wan Qiu to be genuinely interested in her, Yang Xiaoyu wondered if her thinking was too limited.

In a 24-hour convenience store, brightly lit as daytime, the heating is very comfortable in winter.

Yang Xiaoyu doesn't usually bring Wanqiu to the supermarket, firstly because she's busy, and secondly because Wanqiu's love for supermarkets lies in browsing rather than buying things.

Wanqiu has a lot of money, and Wanqiu is also aware that he has a lot of money.

However, due to a habit inherited from childhood, I don't buy things that aren't necessary.

Wanqiu was very interested in all sorts of novel things in the supermarket, and although he learned about them, he didn't buy them.

Yang Xiaoyu felt complicated whenever she saw that although she had provided Wan Qiu with an extremely comfortable environment, Wan Qiu had basically suppressed his desire to spend money.

If she could, she would like to see Wanqiu spend money lavishly.

Instead of hoarding all the money like a hamster.

As always, Wanqiu became bolder in looking around after entering the supermarket.

But this time...

Yang Xiaoyu noticed that things seemed a little different from usual.

"Wang Yue has mentioned this many times, it's taro mochi." Wan Qiu held a small package, looking somewhat curious.

"Try it. If you like it, tell Wang Yue. She will be very happy."

Wan Qiu nodded: "What Wang Yue likes most is when the things she recommends are liked by others, so how about I buy a few?"

“One, and if it’s good, I can buy more,” Chu Yigui said.

"Should we divide it into four portions?"

"Um."

Yang Xiaoyu saw Chu Yigui in the chilled food section and saw a lot of fresh cheese.

"It's cheese. Do you remember the cheese chicken cutlets you always bought for Zhou Peiyu?" Chu Yigui asked Wan Qiu. "Back then, she always said that cheese tastes good no matter what you make with it."

Wan Qiu leaned closer: "Then how do you make it taste good?"

"Instant noodles?" Chu Yigui asked.

"But we've already had dinner." Wan Qiu hesitated.

"You can try it as a late-night snack. If you can't finish it, you can share it," Chu Yigui said.

"Then divide it into four portions?" Wan Qiu asked.

"Then add more cheese," Chu Yigui said with a smile.

“I saw the maid in my house using this.” Wan Qiu picked up the glass scraper.

“If it’s a commonly used item, we should already have it at home, so there’s no need to buy any more,” Chu Yigui said.

Wanqiu nodded obediently and put the glass scraper back in its original position.

Chu Yigui: "You're still recovering from your injuries, so it's not suitable for you to eat spicy food."

Chu Yigui: "Perhaps we could try freeze-dried strawberries? They're dried fruit, you might like them, you could give it a try."

Yang Xiaoyu followed behind the two boys, watching them discuss things that interested them. Chu Yigui always had a way of turning Wan Qiu's interest into a purchase.

This is something she can't usually do.

Yang Xiaoyu raised an eyebrow.

She turned her head and asked Chu Jianshu in a low voice, "Is this how Yi Gui and Wan Qiu usually get along?"

"I haven't paid attention to it." Chu Jianshu felt completely at ease with the two children being together and had no intention of interfering in their interactions.

Yang Xiaoyu had always known that Chu Yigui was guiding Wan Qiu, but she had no idea how exactly he was guiding him.

After witnessing it with my own eyes today, I have a strange feeling.

Chu Yigui really put a lot of effort into how she interacted with Wan Qiu.

In Yang Xiaoyu's eyes, this interaction at first glance seemed to be Wan Qiu following Chu Yigui's ideas.

However, upon closer inspection, it turns out that every suggestion Chu Yigui made was based on Wan Qiu's specific situation.

like……

In reality, it was Wan Qiu who was in charge.

Yang Xiaoyu and Chu Jianshu rarely had this kind of interaction with their two children.

Compared to them, Wan Qiu and Chu Yigui's way of getting along is more like that of partners who often live together and have decided to live together forever, working together to the extreme.

This feeling struck Yang Xiaoyu as somewhat absurd.

While observing, Yang Xiaoyu noticed Chu Yigui after she finished talking to Wan Qiu and glanced at her slightly.

Yang Xiaoyu and Chu Yigui locked eyes.

His gaze was calm and unwavering, devoid of any desire.

There was only a light intimacy between him and Wanqiu, without any excessive emotions.

Yang Xiaoyu then wondered if her ideas were too radical, which was actually normal.