Chapter 91 Prenatal Education - Don't put pressure on your baby so early
Su Nian couldn't help but laugh. Professor Si in front of her was simply unbearable to look at. He gently placed his ear against Su Nian's still flat belly and chattered seriously, as if he was conducting some major scientific research.
"He's three months old now, and the little one is about the size of a strawberry," he said, his voice very low, for fear of scaring the "little strawberry" in his belly. "But don't be fooled by the size, his neural tube is fully developed, and his heart is beating regularly..."
Su Nian was amused by his appearance of "giving an academic report to his belly" and unconsciously touched his hair: "How do you even know this? Did you look up the parenting encyclopedia in advance?"
"Not only that," Si Yan looked up, a hint of pride in his eyes, "I also read a lot of books. You wanted to eat sour food last week, but it was actually the little one 'sending a signal'. The hormones secreted by the placenta in early pregnancy can affect taste preferences. This is the body's natural regulation..."
He paused, then turned his attention back to his belly, gently circling with his fingertips. "Also, you can start playing some soft music now. It doesn't have to be too complicated, just Mozart. Studies have shown that the frequency of classical music can stimulate the fetus's auditory nerves..."
Su Nian suddenly had an idea and suggested, "Then why don't you recite the periodic table of chemical elements for me to listen to? Maybe after listening to it, I can get a perfect score in chemistry. Or the Compendium of Materia Medica would be fine."
Si Yan looked at the little girl and reached out to scratch the tip of her nose. "Don't make trouble. Her hearing isn't fully developed yet. Listening to the periodic table is probably no different from hearing a spell. Don't put pressure on her so early."
Si Yan’s inner thoughts: If this kid falls asleep during chemistry class in the future, I won’t take the blame.
As he spoke, he stood up and poured a glass of warm water and handed it to me. "By the way, I've already made an appointment for a prenatal checkup next week. Then we'll be able to see her ultrasound image. Although it's just a small outline now, you can see her heartbeat."
Su Nian held the warm water in her hand and watched him chattering seriously, her heart softening.
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Got it, Professor Si. From now on, I'll follow your 'academic guidance' on everything related to babies."
Si Yan's ears turned red from her kiss, but he still pretended to be calm. He just put his hand back on her belly and said in a softer voice, "Of course, I'm the baby's first 'private teacher'."
"Go to sleep." There was an unconcealable sense of satisfaction in his voice, which gently spread in the quiet night.
The next day was Si Yan's day off as usual, and the two finally experienced the long-awaited peaceful days.
When Su Nian's studio was first set up, she had imagined this scene countless times: "When Professor Si gets tired of reading, he can turn around and see me drawing designs." Now this scene is really unfolding before her eyes.
The doors of the open-plan study and Su Nian's studio are open, and the original wooden door frames are like an invisible bridge, connecting the two busy yet mutually concerned spaces.
They didn't go anywhere for the whole day and just guarded this small world.
There was a thick medical monograph spread out on Si Yan's desk. He would occasionally raise his hand to push the sliding glasses frame, and his fingertips made a slight rustling sound as they slid across the paper.
The sunlight flowed over his shoulders, softening even his usually serious profile.
In the studio, Su Nian was busy working on the large drawing table.
She was wearing comfortable house clothes, her hair pulled back loosely, a few strands falling on her cheeks. Her pencil moved smoothly across the drawing, occasionally pausing to frown and ponder the material on the screen.
When she got tired of painting, she leaned back in her chair and looked over the door frame towards the study. She would always happen to meet Si Yan's gaze looking at her. They would smile at each other and feel at ease without words.
During a break, Si Yan prepared some fruit and snacks. Su Nian immediately put down her paintbrush and ran over. The two sat side by side on the sofa and shared the food.
The strawberry juice stained the corner of Su Nian's lips, and Si Yan naturally reached out to wipe it off for her.
At this time, the air was filled with the sweet aroma of food and the smell of sunshine, and even breathing became lazy and comfortable.
Su Nian bit a strawberry and mumbled, "If I had known that my day off would be so comfortable, I should have finished setting up the studio sooner. It feels like I've turned on 'silent mode', automatically blocking out even my anxiety."
Si Yan passed a piece of dessert to her mouth, with a smile in his voice: "There will be days like this in the future."
This kind of plain and down-to-earth satisfaction is a tenderness they have never experienced before.
On Monday, the two continued their brick-moving mode.
The morning light shone through the blinds onto the floor of the design department. Su Nian had just sat down at his workstation when his attention was drawn to him by a burst of hurried footsteps.
Li Yue came over with a coffee cup in hand, and her low voice was wrapped in the unique mystery of the workplace: "Have you heard? Our department will have an intern today. I heard that he is a relative of some senior executive and was forced to come in.
"So, are you here to contribute to our design department, or to be worshipped as an ancestor? I bet fifty cents it's the latter."
Su Nian was sorting through the design manuscripts on the table, and her hand holding the manuscript paper paused. "Intern? With such a tight schedule lately, you still have the energy to train new people? Do you think our KPIs are too gentle?"
The conversation was interrupted by the soft sound of a glass door being pushed open. The administrative assistant walked in with a girl.
The man was wearing a well-groomed pair of long wavy hair, a light grey internship badge pinned to his well-tailored commuter suit, and a thin silk scarf tied around his collar - it was as if the words "I have connections but I want to act like an elite" were engraved on his forehead.
Su Nian was a little confused. He was called an intern, but the way he was dressed made him look more professional than many of the regular employees in the department who had been working there for years. He didn't look like a college student who hadn't graduated yet and should be wearing a sweatshirt and studying textbooks.
The intern turned his head, and when the familiar round face came into view, the manuscript paper in Su Nian's hand fell onto the table with a "click".
Zhou Xiaomeng?!
She actually came to Chen's for internship. It turned out that what she said was true.
——What a big change, wow, such a mature look!
No, is it necessary to say goodbye to youth in such a hurry?
The other party obviously recognized her. His mouth opened in surprise and the folder in his hand almost dropped. His expression looked as if he had seen a ghost.
——After all, Vice President Zhang patted her chest and said that Chen's Design Department would not recruit interns this year.
How did Su Nian get in? Did he use some unorthodox methods?
"Su Nian?" Zhou Xiaomeng's voice was deliberately calm, but the tail end of her voice didn't hide the surprise. "You...you said you wanted to work at Chen's...it was actually true?"
She deliberately emphasized the word "Chen's," implying, "How could you possibly get in?"
Zhou Xiaomeng quickly calculated in his mind: This person probably came in to serve tea and water through the help of some 18th-tier relative. This introduction by a senior executive cannot be compared with mine.
Humph, this time, I'm in the atmosphere.
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