Then, before Yan Shao could react, the little guy had already started yelling at the top of his lungs with a sob in his voice.

"Mommy, Mommy, something terrible has happened! Daddy's bleeding!"

By the time Yan Shao noticed warm, bright red blood dripping from his nose, the door had already been pushed open, and Zhu Qianying rushed in like a gust of wind, her face tense. She grabbed his shoulder and stared at him with undisguised concern.

"What happened to you? Are you hurt somewhere?"

Yan Shao raised his hand to cover his nose, looking a little bewildered. After a moment, he realized that perhaps the scene he was imagining was too sentimental, which was why he had a nosebleed.

The moment this reason popped into his mind, he immediately accepted it.

However, such a reason was naturally impossible to say in front of Zhu Qianying and her son, so she could only give a perfunctory answer.

"I'm not injured, it's just a sudden nosebleed."

Zhu Qianying didn't think too much about it. She frowned as she watched the blood still seeping from between his fingers. She lifted his chin with one hand, staring intently at Yan Shao's face, while instructing the little guy.

"Zizai, go to the washroom and wring out a hot towel."

The little guy, who had just been pampered and made comfortable, rolled off the bed and ran barefoot into the bathroom. Soon, he came out with a hot towel.

The little guy was clearly used to being waited on; besides the hot towel, he also grabbed a dry one.

"Mommy, here you go!"

After handing the two towels to Zhu Qianying, the little guy immediately climbed back onto the bed like a monkey, nervously lay down next to Yan Shao, and looked up at him with a worried expression.

"Daddy, does it hurt?"

The little hand reached out and carefully touched Yan Shao's cheek, which was smeared with blood.

Yan Shao looked up and saw his son, Zhu Qianying, looking at him with a worried and tender expression. He felt both heartache and a secret sense of satisfaction.

It turns out that both his son and Zhu Qianying cared about him and were concerned about him.

Thinking of this, although he felt a little guilty, he really couldn't bear to tell the mother and son that he was naive and had just been holding it in for too long, which was why he had a nosebleed.

"Silly girl, Daddy doesn't hurt!"

With her brows slightly furrowed and lips tightly pursed, Zhu Qianying first used a hot towel to wipe away the blood from his face and nose, and then used a dry towel to cover his nose.

"Zizai, cover up for your daddy!"

After instructing the little guy, Zhu Qianying used a hot towel to wipe Yan Shao's hand, which was covered in a lot of nosebleed.

After finally cleaning up Yan Shao's disheveled face and hands, Zhu Qianying let out a long sigh of relief.

"Young Master Yan, have you been staying up late again lately?"

In fact, for a workaholic like Yan Shao, working overtime late into the night is the norm.

In particular, he has been on vacation during the day recently, spending his time with his son, and only starts handling official business after his son has gone to sleep at night.

But this was not the main reason for his nosebleeds.

The main reason, however, he would never say out loud.

"Well..." Unable to articulate the main reason, he could only stammer in response.

Zhu Qianying still frowned, glanced at his blood-stained bathrobe, hesitated for a moment, and then raised her chin.

"Lie down for a while, and then change your dirty bathrobe. I'll go out and buy you some medicine."

As he spoke, he got up to leave.

Young Master Yan was quick-witted and grabbed her.

"Ying'er, I'm fine, I just need to lie down for a bit!"

How could he possibly let her go out to buy him medicine in the middle of the night?

The fact that she had this thought was enough to make him happy for days!

Zhu Qianying stared intently at him, her worry evident in her eyes.

"But you've really lost a lot of blood, how can you not take medicine?"

"It's really nothing. It's just that staying up late caused some internal heat. I'll be fine after a couple of days of rest."

Yan Shao didn't want Zhu Qianying to worry too much, but he couldn't tell her the truth, so he could only try his best to comfort her.

As for treating the symptoms and the root cause, Yan Shao dared not think too much about it for the time being. He was afraid that if he thought about it, his nose would start bleeding uncontrollably again.

Despite being obstructed by Di Yanshao, Zhu Qianying ultimately did not go out to buy medicine. Instead, she called the driver and asked him to buy the medicine and bring it back.

She personally poured water for Yan Shao and urged him to take his medicine until the nosebleed stopped before she spoke.

"Young Master Yan, go wash your face, change your bathrobe, and come sleep with me!"

"..."

Happiness came too suddenly, and Yan Shao thought he had misheard, staring wide-eyed at Zhu Qianying.

“If you keep doing this, Zizai and I will worry. Instead of running around all night to check on you, why don’t we sleep together? That way, if anything happens to you, it will be easier to take care of you.”

Zhu Qianying's reason was so plausible that it left no room for doubt.

Yan Shao was also well aware that this reason might indeed be Zhu Qianying's reason.

Even so, Young Master Yan was still very happy.

"Really, will we sleep together?"

Although Yan Shao was secretly overjoyed, his face remained indifferent, as if he didn't care about the suggestion of sleeping together at all.

Zhu Qianying's attention was still focused on his health, so she didn't notice Yan Shao's desperate attempt to suppress his joy.

She looked carefully at the bed and nodded.

"Hmm, the blankets and sheets are all dirty, and we can't sleep on them. It would be a hassle to have someone come and change them again. Why don't you two sleep in the next room? The bed is quite big, and it won't feel cramped with you and your son."

Zhu Qianying also emphasized that she sleeps with her son, so there must be a little one between them.

But even so, Yan Shao was already very satisfied and secretly pleased.

About ten minutes later, Young Master Yan lay on Zhu Qianying's bed like an old man, while the little guy knelt beside him, sometimes touching his head and sometimes leaning over to look at his nose.

"Son, Daddy's alright, don't worry."

Young Master Yan patted his son's head, feeling extremely guilty. "Come on, go to sleep!"

He patted the spot next to him, signaling his son to lie down quickly.

Zizai turned to look at Zhu Qianying, who was still brushing her teeth in the bathroom, and said, "I'll wait for Mommy to sleep together!"

Yan Shao didn't react for a moment, "Huh? Your mommy will go to sleep after brushing her teeth."

Zizai stared thoughtfully at Zhu Qianying's back and said with concern.

"Mommy also stays up late like you. Could she also suddenly bleed a lot like you?"

Clearly, what just happened really frightened the little guy.

Yan Shao felt increasingly guilty towards his son and wanted to tell him the truth, but how could he bring himself to say such a truth?

If my son were a little older, it would be better. The little guy is only four years old now. I can't exactly tell him that the nosebleed is caused by holding it in, not by enduring it!

"Silly boy, go to sleep. Mommy isn't that lame!"

Hearing her son's words, Zhu Qianying called out from the washroom.