After watching Master Can's work, it was quite late.

Can Can crawled into bed and went to sleep. When Wen Shu Qiao came out of the children's room, Shen Jia Zhou was looking through a photo album.

She walked over and asked, "Aren't you going to rest?"

Shen Jiazhou got up very early today.

Shen Jiazhou looked up and smiled at Wen Shuqiao: "We'll rest soon."

Wen Shuqiao nodded and pursed her lips slightly: "Then I'll go up first."

Shen Jiazhou stood up, not answering her question, but instead asking, "Is Can Can asleep?"

Wen Shuqiao hummed in agreement: "She's asleep, sleeping soundly."

Shen Jiazhou walked to Wen Shuqiao's side and glanced at his watch: "It's still early."

"Hmm?" Wen Shuqiao raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Shen Jiazhou invited, "Would you like to go for a walk with me?"

Wen Shuqiao glanced out the window: "Now?"

Shen Jiazhou nodded: "Yeah, it's only a little past nine o'clock anyway, and we'll be back by ten o'clock after taking a cake."

More importantly, it was just the two of them, and Can Can the little pig was already asleep!

Cake and Milk are resting in their nest right now. They've already been out for about an hour today, so their exercise level has long been up to standard.

Wen Shuqiao thought for a moment: "The cake was taken out for a walk today, and it's very windy outside now."

Shen Jiazhou responded with an "oh," sounding slightly disappointed.

The next second, Wen Shuqiao said, "Tomorrow, I'll have Cancan take a walk around the neighborhood in the afternoon, and then we'll take her out for another walk in the evening."

Shen Jiazhou's eyes lit up again, and he said, "Alright then, let's go for a walk again tomorrow night, just the two of us."

Wen Shuqiao wanted to laugh, but felt a little embarrassed, so she nodded and said, "I understand."

Shen Jiazhou leaned down slightly, gesturing for her to come upstairs: "Goodnight, Miss Wen."

Wen Shuqiao returned the greeting: "Good night, President Shen."

Shen Jiazhou couldn't help but laugh, but quickly hid it: "Why do you always call me President Shen? It sounds too formal."

As Wen Shuqiao walked, she said, "Okay, okay, I misspoke. Goodnight, Jia Zhou."

"That's more like it." Shen Jiazhou crossed his arms. "If I hear you call me President Shen again, I might..."

Hearing this, Wen Shuqiao couldn't help but turn around: "So, are we about to have to use up all your tricks and coquetry in advance?"

"Wen Shuqiao!" Shen Jiazhou's handsome brows furrowed. "Can't you at least say something to comfort me?"

"Sorry, it was just a reflex," Wen Shuqiao apologized half-heartedly. "But is that really not the case?"

Shen Jiazhou chuckled twice: "I don't know how."

Wen Shuqiao seemed to have heard something interesting, so she stopped going upstairs and instead walked back to Shen Jiazhou's side, tilting her head slightly to look at his face.

After watching for a while, he finally let out a long "hmm": "I really won't anymore, without even blushing or skipping a beat."

Shen Jiazhou sensed the mockery in her words, but he stubbornly replied, "I'm not that kind of person. I'm very serious."

Wen Shuqiao blinked and reached out her hand to him. Shen Jiazhou took her hand without even thinking.

"He's really serious," Wen Shuqiao commented. "Don't be so critical of a serious person."

Shen Jiazhou coughed lightly: "You reached out your hand yourself, so don't blame me."

If someone offers you a hand, why not take it?

Wen Shuqiao tried to pull her hand away, but Shen Jiazhou held on tightly, saying very considerately, "I'll escort you upstairs!"

He pulled Wen Shuqiao toward the stairs, giving her no chance to refuse.

Wen Shuqiao's gaze slowly climbed up from their clasped hands, finally landing on his ears.

Well, at least it's not as red as if it's been scalded.

She had wondered more than once why Shen Jiazhou blushed so easily, his face and ears turning red, and how he would blush like a ripe shrimp when he was shy.

Now that her mood had calmed down, Wen Shuqiao didn't know whether to laugh or feel helpless.

They arrived at her room quickly, and Shen Jiazhou sighed, "We're here."

How could it be so fast?

Wen Shuqiao hummed in agreement: "Goodnight."

After saying that, he shook the two of them holding hands again.

Shen Jia seized the opportunity to get close to him on Monday. Although she was happy, she felt something was off. They hadn't even talked yet, so what was the difference between now and they had?

Wen Shuqiao felt that she had been led astray.

Shen Jiazhou regretfully let go, saying, "You should rest. I'll go downstairs to rest too."

This time, unlike usual, he didn't dawdle and refuse to leave. After saying that, he turned around and walked downstairs.

Wen Shuqiao opened her mouth, wanting to call Shen Jiazhou back, but in the end she watched him go downstairs and leave.

Let's talk about it next time... It doesn't seem quite right to bring this up so abruptly now, even though we'll be together in the future...

After making up her mind, Wen Shuqiao also returned to her bedroom.

Shen Jiazhou returned to the living room. He originally wanted to go to the children's room to see Cancan first, but he caught a glimpse of the photo album on the sofa, which was hidden under a cushion.

I guess Can Can took the photos out to look at them, but was interrupted by taking pictures and forgot to take them back.

Shen Jiazhou went around to the other side, removed the cushion, and there was more than one photo underneath.

Forgetful, silly boy.

He'll have to be taught a lesson tomorrow.

He bent down slightly and picked up the photos one by one. Most of them were photos of Wen Zhixia and Shen Jiachen together, and occasionally there were photos of Can Can as a baby. Shen Jiachen's gaze towards Wen Zhixia was so intense it was almost painful.

Although he had already seen it before, Shen Jiazhou was still a little unaccustomed to this version of Shen Jiachen.

He carefully put all the photos away, then sat on the sofa and helped Can Can put the photos back one by one.

The last one.

It's a photo of Wen Zhixia and Cancan, and it's also the last photo of Wen Zhixia before she passed away.

The woman had become emaciated due to illness, but her eyes remained gentle.

He could also see that Can Can had inherited the best features of both Wen Zhixia and Shen Jiachen. He couldn't imagine how many romantic troubles she would cause when she grew up. He still needed to discipline her properly and not let her become arrogant because of her good looks.

Cake came over at this moment, sitting next to him with its tail wagging.

Shen Jiazhou glanced at it and was about to put the last photo back when suddenly the cake barked fiercely at him.

He was startled by the sudden shout, his hand trembled, and the photo slipped from his grasp and fell off the album.

Shen Jiazhou clicked his tongue: "Cake, why are you suddenly calling it that?"

Like the bad boy, he's a bad dog.

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up the photos, pinching the album between his fingers to check for dust.

There is no front view.

The photo is flipped over.

There was no dust on the back, but... there were words on it?