Shang Wu leaned against the soft pillows at the postpartum care center.
bright and clean.
Yu Wu was fast asleep in the crib next to her.
Everything was perfect.
But her heart felt like it was stuffed with a wet wad of cotton.
I can't breathe.
The closer I get to leaving the postpartum care center, the clearer this feeling becomes.
She kept scrolling through her phone.
Read industry news.
Check the studio's work group.
My finger slid across the screen unconsciously.
Anxious.
A sense of panic, of being left behind by the world, spread silently.
She wants to work.
Immediately, right away.
She wanted to grasp those flowing lines, to touch those soft fabrics.
That's the real her.
Not just Lu Rang's wife, not just Yu Wu's mother.
When the psychologist came to provide routine counseling, she subtly reminded Lu Rang.
"Mrs. Lu may have some tendency towards postpartum anxiety."
"The root cause lies in the role change."
“She needs to find her own subjectivity, not just her motherhood.”
Lu Rang listened in silence.
He looked at Shang Wu, who was sitting by the window, staring blankly outside.
Her profile was thin and lost.
That evening, after feeding Shang Wu the soup, he held her hand.
His palms were warm.
“A-Wu”.
Shang Wu looked up at him.
"After your postpartum period, you should go back to the studio."
Shang Wu was stunned.
"Leave the jade mist to me."
His tone was calm and resolute.
It's like saying something perfectly natural.
“I work from home, and Aunt Zhang and the nanny help me.”
Shang Wu's eyelashes trembled slightly.
My throat feels a little tight.
"you……"
“I know you want to go back,” Lu Rang interrupted her, stroking the back of her hand with his fingertips. “Go do what you want to do.”
Shang Wu lowered his head.
Tears fell unexpectedly onto their clasped hands.
Warm.
"Thanks."
Her voice was soft, choked with sobs.
Thank you for understanding me.
Thank you for being willing to support me.
The weather was beautiful the day I left the postpartum care center.
Shang Wu took a deep breath of the free air.
They had the driver take them directly to the studio.
She put on her long-unused high heels and pushed open the glass door.
"President Shang!"
Aying was the first to see her and exclaimed in surprise.
Several assistants who were chatting in the break room looked up when they heard the noise, and their faces instantly showed panic.
Shang Wu smiled and nodded, then walked towards her office.
But as they passed the tea room, they paused slightly.
The hushed whispers inside drifted into my ears.
"...After getting married and having kids, can you still focus on design?"
"I've heard that you become less intelligent after giving birth, and your inspiration is definitely not as good as before."
"Times change so fast. It's hard to say whether he still has the same glory after not showing up for so long..."
Her heart sank.
"What utter nonsense are you spouting!"
Ah Ying rebuked sharply, her face turning pale with anger.
The assistants were so frightened that they fell silent. When they saw Shang Wu standing at the door, their faces turned deathly pale.
"President Shang... I'm sorry, we..."
Shang Wu waved his hand.
He still wore a polite smile.
"It's okay, go to work."
She walked into the office.
Close the door.
It isolated them from the outside world.
Sitting at the familiar design desk.
Fingertips brushed across the cool countertop.
The sketch she had drawn before going to the postpartum care center was also on it.
She picked up the pen.
Unfold the snow-white drawing paper.
My mind went completely blank.
Those lines, colors, and compositions that I used to be able to create effortlessly.
They vanished without a trace.
She thought hard.
The pen tip left messy marks on the paper.
It is not formed.
outrageous.
She crumpled up one sheet of paper after another in frustration.
The crumpled paper rolled to the ground.
Like her chaotic mind at this moment.
Could it be... that what they said is true?
Did she lose her charm and talent after having a child?
Is she no longer the dazzling Shang Wu?
This realization filled her with a sense of panic.
There was a gentle knock on the door.
Ah Ying walked in carrying a cup of coffee.
Silently picking up the crumpled paper from the ground.
"Mr. Shang."
She placed the coffee next to Shang Wu.
"Don't listen to their nonsense."
"You've just not touched a pen in a long time, and you're out of practice."
"Have you forgotten how many sleepless nights you stayed up for a series back then?"
"Your talent is ingrained in your very being."
"No one can take it away."
Shang Wu raised his head.
Looking at Aying's determined eyes.
The panic in my heart seemed to have been calmed down a bit.
She picked up her coffee and took a sip.
The warm liquid soothed my tense nerves.
"Aying".
"Get back to me about the designer exchange meeting next month."
I will attend.
That night of the exchange meeting.
Shang Wu stood in the dressing room and took out the black velvet dress she hadn't worn in a long time. The fitted waist accentuated her well-recovered figure.
She put on exquisite makeup, tied her long hair up, and wore simple diamond stud earrings.
The person in the mirror has clear, bright eyes and exudes confidence.
Shang Wu looked at herself in the mirror, a slight smile playing on her lips, and picked up her handbag.
She pushed open the door.
She walked towards the stage that belonged to her.
The designers' exchange was held at a top hotel in the city center.
Crystal chandeliers refracted dazzling light, amidst the elegant attire and the clinking of glasses.
Shang Wu, or rather, a name more familiar to those in the design industry.
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