Chapter 65 Rainy Season: 'Morning, Feiwen'.
The kindergarten is making lanterns for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Lin Fei is good at handicrafts, but she prefers to let the children do it themselves and does not intend to help.
Xiao Jiashu looked troubled as she faced a table full of materials her mother had bought, worried that she wouldn't be able to submit them on Monday.
"Mom will guide you through it." Lin Fei sat cross-legged opposite her, pointed to the colored paper, and said, "We'll draw the shape first, and then cut it out."
Xiao Jiashu shook his head and protested, "Other children's parents do it for them."
Last time, the teacher asked everyone to complete a drawing. The other children's drawings were all very beautiful and they even received praise from the teacher. Only his drawing had crooked lines and messy colors. Later, he found out that they were all drawn by their parents, and he felt wronged. Why didn't his parents help him?
"Liang Jiashu, this is your homework, not mine," Lin Fei said sternly, resting his chin on his hand. "Get to work."
Xiao Jiashu pouted, almost crying from grievance.
The child is beautiful, and when she puts on a wronged expression, anyone would be moved, except her own mother.
Lin Fei pinched his little mouth: "If it flattens any further, it'll turn into a little duck."
"Then you're the duck's mother!" Xiao Jiashu pushed away her mother's hand, her eyes filled with tears as she accused her.
Lin Fei laughed: "You've got a good tongue, who do you take after?"
Xiao Jiashu stared at his mother, not responding verbally, but his eyes already conveyed the answer.
Seeing that the mother and son would inevitably have a fight if they continued to be at an impasse, Liang Yanzhe placed the warm water he had poured next to Lin Fei and sat down next to his son.
"Your mom and dad will be with you. Try to do it yourself first, and we'll help you with anything you don't know how to do." He offered a balanced solution, without favoring either side.
Xiao Jiashu felt extremely wronged and, suppressing her sobs, expressed her grievances: "Other children have their parents helping them, but why is it that my mom, who is so good at handicrafts, is unwilling to help me?"
Lin Fei tapped the table and said righteously, "Liang Jiashu, this is your homework, and you need to complete it. Why should I complete your homework? Don't you understand the logic? Others are others, and you are you."
The corners of his son's lips drooped, and he was about to cry.
Lin Fei felt a headache coming on. What did she say wrong?
“Xiaoshu, what Mommy means is that we're not refusing to help you, but we'll only lend a hand when you can't complete it on your own. Making lanterns is homework assigned by your kindergarten to develop your practical skills. If Mommy and Daddy did everything for you, you wouldn't get any opportunity to practice.” Liang Yanzhe softened his voice. “Which would make you feel more accomplished and happier: receiving praise from the teacher for a lantern made by Mommy and Daddy, or receiving praise from the teacher for a lantern you made yourself?”
Xiao Jiashu thought for a moment, then held up two short fingers: "The second one."
"Let's get started." Liang Yanzhe patted his son's round head.
Encouraged by his father's gentle persuasion, Xiao Jiashu picked up a pencil.
Lin Fei's gaze swept back and forth across Liang Yanzhe's face several times before swallowing back what she wanted to say and focusing on guiding her son's craft project.
The line drawing was done by the mother and son together, and they also made a little pendant. They needed to use a needle and thread, and it was Lin Fei's turn to do it, but she deliberately didn't move. Watching Liang Yanzhe use the needle and thread with some difficulty, she asked with a smile, "Should I get you two surgical forceps? It will make your suturing faster."
"Teasing the child is enough, why drag me into it too?" Liang Yanzhe actually considered taking out the surgical forceps from the cabinet and using them.
Lin Fei took the needle and thread: "I'll sew it. You guys assemble what you've already made."
The family of three worked together and finally finished making the lantern before midnight.
The moment the lights came on, Xiao Jiashu happily circled around it.
Liang Yanzhe hung the lantern on the living room wall, intending to use it for lighting during the homework submission period, and also to give the child a sense of accomplishment.
Lin Fei looked at his son, who was grinning foolishly, and patted the side, intending to signal Liang Yanzhe to come over, but his son ran over first.
"Mom." The son snuggled closer, cautious yet full of expectation.
Lin Fei crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow: "What do you want to say?"
"I shouldn't have been angry with you just now. Dad said you were only doing it for my own good." Jia Shu pressed his chubby face against his mother's arm. "You're not angry, are you?"
"What's there to be angry about?" Lin Fei glanced at Liang Yanzhe, realizing that accompanying her son to the toilet was actually a way of putting in a good word for her.
Liang Yanzhe smiled slightly, voluntarily giving up the space, and went back to his study upstairs to handle his work.
"Son," Lin Fei said, wrapping her arms around her son's small frame, "Mom understands you want praise from your teachers and friends, but I hope you earn it yourself. We go to school not to be number one or the best, but to acquire knowledge and use it to solve problems. When you have these skills, you'll naturally achieve your goals. All honors are temporary, but the skills you learn will benefit you forever. We might not get an 'Excellent' this time, but you've already created a piece that's almost excellent on your own. So try harder next time, and 'Excellent' will be yours sooner or later."
Lin Fei wasn't good at explaining things in such a detailed way, but she couldn't let Liang Yanzhe down. He had given her the opportunity to have a heart-to-heart talk with his son, so she had to instill good values in him.
Xiao Jiashu nodded vigorously, hugged his mother's neck tightly, and agreed with what his father said. His mother loved him the most, and her strict requirements were also for his own good.
"Mom, I'll do my homework myself next time," Jia Shu said confidently. "I want to learn to do things independently."
"As expected of my son, I can't even imagine how handsome Liang Jiashu will be when he grows up, with his good looks and problem-solving skills." Lin Fei praised her son, making his lips curl into a smile.
"Like Dad?" Jia Shu thought the most powerful man should be like her father.
"Of course, you are Liang Yanzhe's precious eldest son." Lin Fei kissed her son. "It's getting late, let Mom go to bed with you."
Usually, it's his dad who puts him to sleep, but it's rare for his mom to offer to stay with him. He happily stands up, determined to show off, squeezing toothpaste and brushing his teeth all by himself, carefully brushing every corner.
Lin Fei was praising it from the side.
Now came the part Lin Fei was least comfortable with—telling bedtime stories.
She can tell countless stories that will captivate investors, but fairy tales are a bit of a challenge, and reading picture books is even more difficult. On two separate occasions, her son didn't fall asleep while she did, even though she was reading picture books to him.
"Mom, you can sit next to me." Xiao Jiashu patted the empty space next to the pillow.
Lin Fei sighed helplessly; her son was surprisingly considerate.
"Let's chat, Mommy," Lin Fei said, lying down. "You can ask me anything, just three questions, then go to sleep."
Little Jia Shu snuggled happily into her mother's arms, inhaling her sweet fragrance, and asked in her childish voice, "Does Mommy like Daddy?"
This seems to be a question that all children like to ask. Rather than whether their parents love them, they prefer the idea that their parents love each other.
"Yes, I love him. It's because my parents love each other so much that Jia Shu came into this world." Lin Fei gave the standard answer that Liang Yanzhe had taught her.
Xiao Jiashu's smile became even sweeter.
"How did Mom meet Dad?" Little Jia Shu asked curiously, her eyes sparkling, not at all sleepy.
Lin Fei smiled faintly: "What's your name?"
"Jiashu, a good rain, rain is a blessing from heaven." Little Jiashu always remembered the meaning of his name. Although it was difficult to write, his father said it was the first gift his parents gave him when he came into the world.
Lin Fei stroked his chubby face: "A blessed rain from heaven brought Mommy and Daddy together."
Little Jia Shu laughed even harder, feeling his parents' purest love for him, and nestled obediently closer: "One last question. Why did Mommy give birth to Jia Shu?"
Rather than focusing on the questions themselves, Lin Fei noticed the child's motivation for asking them.
“Baby, who told you what?” Lin Fei asked softly.
Little Jia Shu betrayed her uncle like this: "My uncle said that Dad didn't plan to have children, but Mom insisted on bringing me into this world. Doesn't Dad like children?"
Lin Fei was relieved by his son's choice of words. It wasn't that he disliked Jia Shu, but rather that he disliked children. It was good that he didn't feel that his father didn't love him.
“Because Dad had a tough childhood, he worried that his children would suffer too, and that he wouldn’t be good enough. Out of a sense of responsibility, he decided not to have children.” Lin Fei pinched her son’s chubby cheeks. “But Mom believes our baby is a good child and will love him very much. Your arrival is not an accident, but a decision made by Mom and Dad after careful consideration. We hope you can spend the rest of our lives with us.”
Xiao Jiashu nodded and promised, "I will be good to Dad together with Mom."
Lin Fei patted him on the back: "Three questions are over. It's time for us men of our word to go to sleep."
Little Jia Shu, who wasn't very sleepy, obediently closed her eyes. After all, she had to keep her promise and couldn't go back on her word.
Lin Fei was exhausted after a busy day, so she took a half-hour nap while holding her child.
After waking up, she tiptoed out of the children's room and into the study across the street.
Liang Yanzhe had finished work and was sitting on the sofa next to the floor lamp, reading a business plan.
"Why don't you go back to your room first?" Lin Fei walked over, sat directly in his lap, and curled up into a ball.
Liang Yanzhe hugged her tightly and turned to the next page: "I'm not sleepy, I'll wait for you."
"What's this?" Lin Fei snatched it away forcefully, flipped to the first page, and was slightly taken aback when he saw the words "Interview Outline" in large print. "You have an interview?"
"The hospital recommended me to go, and I couldn't refuse. The hospital director said it was an assignment." Liang Yanzhe showed a hint of helplessness.
Lin Fei said smugly, "I'll oversee things for you; I'm experienced in interviewing."
Liang Yanzhe wrapped his arms around her waist and listened attentively.
Lin Fei miscalculated.
The interview outline was six pages long, with five pages dedicated entirely to professional questions about cardiac surgery.
"Solve your own problems; don't rely on others." Lin Fei pulled Liang Yanzhe's hand and put it back.
Liang Yanzhe turned to the last page: "There are a few personal questions that I don't quite like the way they were asked."
Lin Fei looked at the spot where his fingertip had touched.
"Everyone knows that Dr. Liang and his wife were both pursued by the woman. Was it his unwavering love that won you over?"
"Is there anything strange about it?" Lin Fei asked dismissively.
Liang Yanzhe said seriously, "I think it's a misunderstanding, and I don't like it when others interpret you like that."
"Dr. Liang, this is an interview. The host always needs some sharp questions to add interest," Lin Fei said with a smile. "I understand. You think I haven't been persistent enough in pursuing you, and you don't agree?"
"How did it turn into an internal conflict?" Liang Yanzhe asked helplessly. "It's because we don't want you to be talked about."
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll just say outright that I love Dr. Liang so much. He’s the greatest treasure I’ve ever found in this world,” Lin Fei said. “No one can explain my deep love for you in just a few words, and love isn’t a one-size-fits-all concept.”
Liang Yanzhe understood more clearly what attracted him most to Lin Fei.
It wasn't just her passionate love for him, but also her unwavering conviction in that love.
Lin Fei sheathed her claws and nestled softly against his chest: "Liang Yanzhe, I've always known that you're the one I love the most."
Passionate love needs a container to hold it.
It was his tolerance and care that enabled her to express her love so confidently, radiantly.
Liang Yanzhe lowered his head and kissed the woman's forehead in his arms, his touch soft and tender.
"Feiwen, thank you."
“He is willing to love me, willing to bring Jia Shu and Shun Shun to my side, and willing to give me a home.”
This was a happiness he could never have imagined in the first thirty-four years of his life.
Lin Fei smiled gently: "Without you, I would always have a void in my heart, unable to find my true self again."
His love was subtle and gentle, and she was well nourished by it.
Some people asked whether Liang Sheng's way of showing his love for her was by giving her money and resources.
Lin Fei only said that Liang Sheng's love for me was a deep kiss at midnight, a hot breakfast, and that "Good morning, Fei Wen".
Love is indescribable.
Love is tangible in every little detail of her life.
-The End-
"Rainy Season" - by Chu Li
October 27, 2025
With the arrival of early winter, this story comes to an end.
However, the story of Wen and Liang continues in another dimension.
Thank you for reading this far, and thank you for stopping by.
Hopefully, this little story can give you a little encouragement. After you close it, keep going towards your own starry sky.
Good morning, everyone.
Good things will happen today.
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That's all for now. Details of the long review event will be posted on DaYan. As for the side story of the secondary CP, it will be written as a side story (I'll post it as soon as it's finished). Also, the character biographies I wrote for FeiWen before starting the story will be posted on DaYan later. I'll continue writing them after I move!
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Don't use your ex's birthday as a password. [Click on the article to read more]
| Also known as "Childhood Sweethearts' Remarriage", a sister work to "After the Wrong Number".
| A broken mirror mended, love blossoming after separation, a bittersweet tale of pear and lemon, a realistic fairytale.
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Yu Xin has a bad memory; her social media passwords and bank card passwords are almost identical.
It begins with his birthday and ends with her birthday.
Every time she typed it, she would think of him again.
After they broke up, she found it too troublesome and didn't change partners again.
I never expected to run into him again.
Even when he took her home and unlocked the door with the old password, she heard him say in a cheeky tone, "Yu Xin, are you still so hung up on me? Why don't you try pursuing me again?"
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When the two were still together, they were short of money and kept track of their expenses on an expense tracking app.
After they separated, the other profile picture never lit up again, and Chen Shi used it as a diary entry.
"The doctor said my condition has been very bad lately and they need to increase my medication dosage. The game has successfully launched, generating a hundred million in daily revenue. I'm overjoyed, how could it be bad? He's the one who's sick, he's got contempt for me!"
"I spent five million on a pink diamond today. You'll definitely scold me for wasting money when you find out. But no, you don't even want to see me, so why would you scold me?"
"I bought your favorite roasted chestnuts today, but they don't taste as good as the ones you bought."
"Xinxin, will I ever see you again?"
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He thought all his obsessions and longings had sunk to the bottom of the sea.
One morning, the budgeting app, which had stopped updating, popped up a notification, and all the messy "accounts" he had kept had new replies.
The reply came from another bookkeeper.
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Everyone's first love is as epic as a historical epic.
Chen Shih also thought so.
The person he liked during puberty was his everything.
"I love no one but you."
[Cold-blooded rascal x Gentle and indifferent]
[Sharp-tongued but soft-hearted x Avoidant attachment style]
[Gaming tech upstart x mystery novelist]
| HE (Happy Ending), older man/younger woman relationship, male unrequited love, childhood sweethearts with a three-year age gap, remarriage (a different kind of reconciliation), slow-burn, sweet and sour, other settings to be thought of later (may be revised and improved at any time, based on the opening of the story).
The male protagonist was a spendthrift playboy during his student days.
| A story by the male protagonist's cousin, titled "After the Wrong Number" [laughing]
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