Chapter 423 Inherited Skills
"Meow~"
"Meow meow meow~"
Wen Shuqiao was awakened by a meow beside her ear. She opened her eyes and the room was still very dark, but a gap was squeezed out in the door of the master bedroom, and the light from the living room fell in.
She looked around again and found that Shen Jiazhou was no longer in the room.
Wen Shuqiao looked at the digital clock again. It was only six o'clock.
Last night, both she and Shen Jiazhou had a lot on their minds and fell asleep very late. Where had Shen Jiazhou gone so early?
Niu Nai drove over on his "motorcycle", and seeing that she was awake, he stepped on her pillow twice, then lay down and purred something in her ear.
Wen Shuqiao touched the milk a few times, and Cake came in at some point, walking around her, and finally put the dog's head on the edge of the bed, wanting Wen Shuqiao to touch it too.
She looked at the cake, reached out her hand and moved its head, and the cake squinted comfortably.
It's a real puppy.
Wen Shuqiao withdrew his hand, sat up from the bed, washed up, and then went out in slippers.
Shen Jiazhou was not in the living room either. She looked towards the children's room, walked over and gently pushed open the door, and saw Shen Jiazhou sitting beside Cancan's bed, looking down at Cancan, wondering what he was thinking.
He noticed the door was open, looked up, and when he saw it was Wen Shuqiao, he asked in a gentle voice, "Why are you up?"
Wen Shuqiao walked to his side and glanced at Cancan. Cancan was still sleeping soundly at this moment and had no idea that his uncle had been guarding him for a long time.
She looked back at Shen Jiazhou: "Why don't you rest a little longer?"
Shen Jiazhou shook his head: "I couldn't sleep, so I came to see him."
He leaned his head against Wen Shuqiao's arms, closed his eyes and said, "I looked at the cake this morning. It's a puppy now."
Wen Shuqiao put one hand on his shoulder and touched his face with the other hand, without saying anything.
Shen Jiazhou took a deep breath: "Is Shi Yue really gone?"
"Yeah." Wen Shuqiao finally responded: "He went back."
Shen Jiazhou put his arms around Wen Shuqiao's waist and hugged her tighter.
Wen Shuqiao knew that he was depressed, so he touched his face and comforted him: "Don't be sad, he will definitely live a good life when he returns."
"I hope he's doing well." Shen Jiazhou opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot: "I know he's about my age now, but I always feel like he's still a child. How can a child live alone?"
But he said that these were all useless, Shen Shiyue had no way to stay, and he had no way to appear in Shen Shiyue's world.
There is an invisible galaxy between the uncle and nephew.
"He won't be alone." Wen Shuqiao said, "He must be very happy and relieved to see you and Cancan now."
Shen Jiazhou murmured, "If only I were... a little stronger."
"That's why he said he hated you last night." Wen Shuqiao said softly, "Your nephew knows you very well and knows that you will blame yourself."
Shen Jiazhou's tears soaked a small piece of Wen Shuqiao's pajamas.
Wen Shuqiao felt it, reached out and took the tissue on the bedside, lifted his chin up, and wiped his tears: "Okay, don't cry, Cancan will be sad when she wakes up later."
Shen Jiazhou said: "I, I can't control it. I feel bad when I think about him going back to that world alone. He is my nephew, why can't he stay with me?"
"He won't be alone. He knows you love him." Wen Shuqiao patted his shoulder gently and coaxed him, "We just need to wish him all the best from afar. He is an adult and can handle his own affairs. You also gave him a lot of advice last night."
Shen Jiazhou wished he could go straight through last night and help Shen Shiyue deal with the group of people from the Shen family.
"I know." Shen Jiazhou's emotions stabilized a little: "I know that no matter how much I say, it will be useless. If...if Shen Jiachen and Wen Zhixia were still here, it would be great."
Wen Shuqiao rubbed his head and said, "Don't think too much. Be happy. Otherwise, when Cancan wakes up, I will really worry about you."
Shen Jiazhou adjusted his mood, let go of Wen Shuqiao, patted his face, and finally stood up: "I'll go wash my face."
Wen Shuqiao nodded: "I'll accompany you."
The two of them took another look at Cancan who was sleeping soundly, and left the children's room quietly.
After washing his face with cold water, Shen Jiazhou calmed down a lot.
Wen Shuqiao wiped his face, then stood on tiptoe and kissed him: "Just stay at home today, right? I'll send a message to Cancan's class teacher later. Our family will have a good rest today. We won't go to work or class."
Both of them were feeling quite bitter, and Wen Shuqiao did not dare to let Shen Jiazhou go to the company alone in this state.
Shen Jiazhou nodded: "Okay."
Wen Shuqiao said, "It's still early, sleep a little longer, Cancan won't wake up until at least 8:30."
It’s not even half past six now.
Shen Jiazhou nodded blankly. He didn't sleep well last night and didn't have any dreams, but he just felt very tired.
Wen Shuqiao pulled him back to the bed, and Shen Jiazhou buried his face in Wen Shuqiao's arms. Wen Shuqiao hugged him and chuckled, "Can you still breathe?"
"...Yes." Shen Jiazhou hugged her tighter.
Wen Shuqiao sighed, and she patted Shen Jiazhou on the back again: "Lift your face up."
Shen Jiazhou was reluctant. He didn't want Wen Shuqiao to see this side of him.
Wen Shuqiao actually guessed that Shen Jiazhou still cared a lot about his image. Although he had lost his image in front of her, he still felt a little awkward sometimes.
But Wen Shuqiao was willing to coax him, she said: "Lift it up so I can see."
Shen Jiazhou then reluctantly raised his head, and Wen Shuqiao kissed his forehead: "Good boy Zhou Zhou."
"Don't coax me like that." Shen Jiazhou resisted weakly, "I'm not a brat."
"Then don't cry." Wen Shuqiao placed his fingertips on the corner of his eye: "You cry more often than the little brat."
As the crybaby in the family, Cancan doesn’t even dare to say that she is the number one crybaby.
Wen Shuqiao kissed him again: "Okay, be happy, if Shen Shiyue is defeated by difficulties, he will not be Shen Shiyue, believe him."
Shen Jiazhou hummed in a muffled voice: "I know, I'm just sad enough to make Cancan get up."
Shen Jiazhou himself knew very well that he could not indulge in grief. Just as Wen Shuqiao said, the two of them could only wish him well from afar.
But once he knew that his nephew was suffering, Shen Jiazhou became furious, and was more angry at himself.
Wen Shuqiao pinched his face and said, "Okay, approved."
Shen Jiazhou buried his face again. He suddenly thought of something and said, "The last time I hugged the cake, it was Shi Yue, he also buried his face in my arms."
"Yeah, it's an inherited skill of hiding one's face." Wen Shuqiao stroked his hair: "Cancan is one, Chen Shiyue is one, and you are one too."
"And Shen Jiachen." Shen Jiazhou added silently: "He must be one too."
Wen Shuqiao hummed twice: "Yes, Shen Jiachen must be the same."
Shen Jiazhou was silent again. After a long while, he asked, "Will he really get better and better?"
"Yes." Wen Shuqiao said softly, "He will, and he will definitely make his wish come true."
Shen Jiazhou sighed again, and this time he really stopped talking. He closed his eyes, smelled Wen Shuqiao's scent, and fell asleep peacefully.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
