Qiao Wanwan felt herself melting in the man's hot embrace, becoming as soft as water.

She was powerless to break free, nor did she want to.

As a result, everything only stopped just before dawn.

In a daze, Qiao Wanwan felt the man carry her to the bathroom to take a shower.

She was exhausted, but her mind was still preoccupied with the last thing: "If anything happens during the National Day holiday, please wake me up."

"good."

Qiao Wanwan no longer had the strength to speak and soon fell into a deep sleep.

......

When I woke up again, it was already afternoon.

Qiao Wanwan glanced at the time, then quickly got up to wash up. When she went downstairs, she saw Eleven sitting on the sofa playing with Wen Xue.

"Miss Qiao, you just woke up?" Wen Xue looked her over with an ambiguous gaze.

Qiao Wanwan was a little embarrassed. "Yes, I overslept. How are you feeling today, November?"

"not bad."

"That's good."

"Madam, you're awake?" Zheng Ma came out of the kitchen and said, "I've made you some nourishing soup. Please have a bowl first, and I'll have the kitchen prepare some food for you."

Why didn't you wake me up?

Aunt Zheng smiled like an aunt, "Young Master said you were too tired last night, and instructed that you should not be disturbed unless necessary, and to sleep until you naturally wake up."

Qiao Wanwan: "......"

She glanced at Wen Xue subconsciously, and seeing her expression change slightly, she felt even more embarrassed.

"Alright, alright, where is he?"

"Young Master has something to attend to and has gone out. He said he will come back to have dinner with you."

"I understand." Qiao Wanwan's face turned red to the roots of her ears. "Miss Wen, please make yourself at home. I'll take my leave now."

"good."

Qiao Wanwan went to the restaurant, and Wen Xue gritted her teeth, her exquisitely made-up face revealing undisguised anger.

"Mommy, you broke my toy!" Eleven complained anxiously.

Wen Xue then realized her lapse in composure and quickly apologized to Eleven, "I'm sorry, Mommy's grip was too strong. Mommy will buy you a new one, okay?"

"No need," Eleven pouted, looking sullen. "This was bought for me by Sister Wanwan. I like it very much and cherish it."

Wen Xue's anger flared up instantly. She carried Eleven to the room, closed the door, and questioned, "Tell me, do you really like your Wanwan sister that much?"

She nodded at eleven, "I like it."

"So, do you like her more, or do you like Mommy more?"

Looking at her face, Shiyi pouted and said, "Mommy is angry. Shiyi doesn't like Mommy now. Shiyi is going to find Sister Wanwan!"

"You're not allowed to go!" Wen Xue stopped him. "You'd better listen to Mommy, or I'll take you away from here and you'll never see her again!"

Tears welled up in Shiyi's eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall!

Wen Xue was taken aback. For some reason, she saw Qiao Wanwan's shadow on Shiyi's face again!

She thought she must be crazy to have such a delusion!

Wen Xue felt extremely upset. "Zhan Shiyi, I am your mother. The person you like the most should be me. Do you understand?"

Eleven pushed her away, "I don't like Mommy anymore! I'm going to find Sister Wanwan!"

"Come back here!" Wen Xue pulled him back.

Eleven was no match for her strength and finally broke down, crying and struggling!

Qiao Wanwan rushed over upon hearing the noise, knocking anxiously as she entered. "What's wrong?"

"It's none of your business!" Wen Xue roared angrily.

"Sister Wanwan, save me!" Eleven cried out for help.

Just as Qiao Wanwan was about to step forward, she suddenly saw that Eleven stopped struggling and fell backward!

"Eleven!" Qiao Wanwan exclaimed in surprise!

Wen Xue also sensed something was wrong and turned pale with fright. "Eleven, what's wrong with you? Don't scare Mommy!"

Qiao Wanwan hurriedly stepped forward to take his pulse!

The silver needles were placed in the sofa on the bedside table. She took out the silver needles and gave them to the unconscious Eleven.

After a long while, Eleven slowly opened her eyes and looked at her weakly, "Sister Wanwan..."

"I'm here." Qiao Wanwan said with heartache, "How are you feeling?"

"I didn't feel any pain during the National Day holiday, but I was very tired and sleepy."

"Okay, get some sleep. When you're refreshed, Wanwan will play with you."

Eleven's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Of course it's true."

"Great, I need to wake up quickly!"

"Go to sleep."

Shiyi closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.

"What exactly happened during the National Day holiday?" Wen Xue asked anxiously.

Qiao Wanwan turned to look at her and said, "Come out with me for a moment."

The two entered the living room, and Qiao Wanwan spoke up, "Judging from Eleven's sudden fainting just now, he can't be stimulated. Miss Wen, I don't know why you scolded him, but his situation is special right now. You must try your best to avoid stimulating him in the future."

Wen Xue collapsed onto the sofa in despair, "How could this happen? How could he become so fragile..."

"Jingting's genetic disease is a brain problem. If you stimulate Shiyi, it can easily cause brain nerve spasms that lead to fainting."

Wen Xue rubbed her temples wearily. "I understand. I'll be more careful in the future."

Qiao Wanwan recalled how Shiyi had cried just now, and her heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles. "Miss Wen, the child is still young. You can talk things out. I personally believe that it is very important for adults to be emotionally stable."

Wen Xue's face turned cold in an instant, and she stared at her coldly, "Eleven is my son. It's none of your business to interfere with our relationship or my parenting style!"

Qiao Wanwan's tone also hardened, "I didn't mean to interfere with your parenting style, nor did I intend to interfere with the matters between you and your son. It's just that you're living in my house now, and if something were to happen to the child here, I would feel terrible. So I have an obligation to remind you."

"Your home?" Wen Xue scoffed. "Eleven is Jing Ting's biological son. From a certain perspective, this should be my son's home!"

Qiao Wanwan frowned. "I didn't say this wasn't Eleven's home, but I am the mistress of this home, the only one."

Wen Xue was so angry that her face turned pale. Their eyes met in the air, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder!

“Miss Wen,” Qiao Wanwan spoke first, “I have other matters to attend to. Please make yourself at home. You are a guest, so please forgive me if I have failed to provide adequate hospitality.”

Wen Xue's face turned even paler, and she almost gritted her teeth as she replied, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Qiao Wanwan smiled faintly and quickly went upstairs.

Zheng Ma followed with the ginseng tea, saying, "Madam, please calm down."

Qiao Wanwan pinched the bridge of her nose and said slowly, "Aunt Zheng, don't you think Wen Xue is acting a little strange?"

"What makes you say that, Madam?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm being too sensitive, but my intuition tells me that she seems to dislike me..."