Chapter 270, Part 2
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When Ye Qingxi returned in the evening, Mu Shaowu had already taken his medicine and gone to sleep.
Ye Qingxi didn't disturb him. After looking at him, she followed Feng Que to his room.
This was not his first time in Fengque's room, but it was his first time staying in Fengque's room.
"Do you want to sleep in a separate bedroom, or sleep with me?" Feng Que asked him.
"Let's sleep in a separate bedroom," Ye Qingxi said.
Although he and Feng Que were familiar with each other, they were not so familiar that they could sleep together.
Therefore, Ye Qingxi still prefers to sleep alone.
“Okay,” Feng Que replied.
Do you want me to help you take a bath?
Ye Qingxi shook her head, "I can wash myself."
"So, would you like to have some late-night snacks before taking a shower, or go now? Or, play for a while before you go?"
Ye Qingxi laughed.
He said, "Uncle Feng, you don't need to be like this. If I need anything, I'll just tell you, so you don't need to be so polite."
It was as if he were his guest.
Although he was a guest, Ye Qingxi still preferred to interact with Feng Que as usual.
Feng Que nodded upon hearing his words.
Whether it was his first time spending time alone with Ye Qingxi, or whether Mu Shaowu had entrusted the child to him, Feng Que inevitably hoped to do a good job, even better, so that Ye Qingxi would be happy staying with him. Mu Shaowu also felt that it was the right thing for him to entrust the child to him.
"Uncle Feng, you go ahead and do your own thing," Ye Qingxi said. "I'm going to put some things away."
"good."
After Feng Que finished speaking, he walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down.
Ye Qingxi then went into the small bedroom and put her backpack down.
He picked up his smartwatch and patted the room's layout, preparing to send it to Mu Shaowu later so that he wouldn't be unsure and wouldn't worry.
Feng Que then contacted room service to change his sheets, duvet cover, and pillowcases.
Ye Qingxi asked, puzzled, "Uncle Feng, why did you suddenly change all these?"
"Oh, I'll get you a new set," Feng Que said.
Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?
"Don't I live in that bedroom inside?"
“That one is too small,” Feng Que said. “And the bed isn’t as soft as this one.”
Ye Qingxi used to sleep in the master bedroom of the suite with Mu Shaowu, and the mattress there was the same as the mattress on the bed he was sleeping on now.
The mattresses in smaller bedrooms are different; they are firmer.
Feng Que was worried that Ye Qingxi wouldn't be used to sleeping there.
Ye Qingxi: ...
"Uncle Feng, I'm not that delicate."
He's not some princess and pea who can feel the difference just by changing a mattress.
Feng Que felt that this wasn't the right way to put it. "You're only six years old, which is a time when you should be pampered. If you're not pampered now, when will you be?"
“Of course,” he added, “your father loves you so much, even when you grow up and are twenty-six, you can still be spoiled.”
Ye Qingxi was amused by his words.
His father certainly dotes on him, but he shouldn't be so spoiled at twenty-six.
Since Feng Que had already said so, Ye Qingxi did not refuse again.
After the hotel staff left, Feng Que pointed to the new four-piece bedding set and said to him, "They're all new; I've never used them once."
Ye Qingxi suddenly thought of Duan Yi at that moment.
When he used to live with his uncle at Duan Yi's house, if it got late and he was sleepy, Duan Yi would let him go to bed.
He was afraid that his son wouldn't be used to sleeping on the sheets and blankets he had slept on, so he would put a clean blanket on him so that he could sleep well.
They were all very good people, Ye Qingxi thought. Although they were not related to him by blood and were not his family, they were all very kind to him and cared about him a lot.
I was afraid that he might not be comfortable, dislike, or get used to something.
"Thank you, Uncle Feng," Ye Qingxi said softly.
"You are welcome."
"By the way, do you know how to fold paper?" Feng Que asked.
"Origami?" Ye Qingxi asked, puzzled.
"Isn't there a scene later where Qiao Tian picks a flower for Qiao Xia?"
Ye Qingxi remembered, but that scene was still quite far removed from the present, and he hadn't had time to learn it yet.
Ye Qingxi shook her head.
“I’ll teach you,” Feng Que said.
"Okay," Ye Qingxi replied.
He sat down on the sofa with Feng Que.
Feng Que took out the colored cardstock that she had her assistant buy three hours earlier.
The assistant director told him that children his age like to do crafts, so he could try doing some crafts with Ye Qingxi.
Feng Que immediately thought of the scene where Qiao Tian plucked the flower.
That just so happens, he knows how to fold paper flowers.
Feng Que took out two pieces of colored cardstock and gave one to Ye Qingxi.
He first folded the paper diagonally, and Ye Qingxi followed suit, folding it diagonally as well.
Then fold it in half again.
Ye Qingxi watched and followed him step by step as he folded the folded paper.
It was relatively easy at the beginning, but it gradually became more difficult later on.
Ye Qingxi watched his movements, her little hands fidgeting back and forth, but nothing seemed right.
"Like this." Feng Que held his soft little hand and folded it several times for him.
Ye Qingxi couldn't help but exclaim, "Uncle Feng, you are so skillful!"
Feng Que smiled.
"Do you know how to fold those kinds of roses?" Ye Qingxi asked curiously.
Feng Que nodded.
Ye Qingxi smiled mischievously, "How do you know how? Did you fold it for some girl before?"
"Of course not, what are you thinking?" Feng Que said, both amused and exasperated.
“My mom liked it before, but she could never fold it well, so I went and taught her how,” Feng Que explained. “This one is too.”
Ye Qingxi nodded.
He asked, "Did you give it to your mother after you folded it?"
"Um."
"Then, once I've folded this flower, I can give it to my dad too."
Ye Qingxi looked at the tulip in her hand.
"Qiao Tian gave his dad a paper flower, so I can give one to my dad too."
“Okay,” Feng Que said with a smile.
Ye Qingxi then started folding it herself, step by step.
Feng Que sat beside him, gently guiding him.
After Ye Qingxi had picked several tulips of different colors, Feng Que saw that it was getting late and urged him to take a bath.
Ye Qingxi took her pajamas and went into the bathroom.
“I’ll be right outside the door. Call me if you need anything,” Feng Que said.
"Okay," Ye Qingxi replied.
With nothing else to do, Feng Que decided to fold the remaining sheets of paper into tulip shapes as well.
After Ye Qingxi finished showering, she asked Feng Que to blow-dry her hair and noticed that there were several more tulips on the table.
Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?
He looked up at the Phoenix Palace.
Feng Que smiled and took the hair dryer from his hand. "Wasn't this a gift for your dad? It looks nicer with more."
Ye Qingxi laughed.
"Then I'll tell Dad that we folded it together."
“Okay,” Feng Que replied.
He turned on the hairdryer, adjusted the temperature, and started drying his hair.
Ye Qingxi's hair was very soft, and it was almost done in no time.
He carefully tucked the tulips from the table into his small backpack and prepared to go to sleep.
The master bedroom of the suite was very large. Ye Qingxi lay down in the new quilt that Feng Que had given him.
Feng Que sat down by his bedside and asked with concern, "Would you like to hear a bedtime story?"
Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?
You want to talk too?
Sure enough, adults really enjoy telling bedtime stories to children.
“You can listen,” Ye Qingxi said.
Let him see who tells better bedtime stories than his family.
Upon hearing this, Feng Que began to tell him the fairy tales he had carefully selected.
Hearing this familiar story, Ye Qingxi asked him, "Uncle Feng, can you tell it in English?"
Phoenix Palace: ? ? ?
"You've only listened to the English version before?"
"No. But that's precisely why I want to hear the English version," Ye Qingxi said confidently.
That seemed to make sense. Feng Que looked into his bright eyes and silently switched to English.
Listening to his distinctly American English, Ye Qingxi felt as if she had returned to the time when she watched American movies.
He closed his eyes without realizing it and drifted off to sleep.
Seeing that he seemed to have fallen asleep, Feng Que gradually softened her tone.
He finished telling the last part of the story and then stopped, quietly looking at Ye Qingxi.
Ye Qingxi's eyes were closed, his head was tilted slightly to the left, and his black, tousled hair fell naturally, landing between his eyebrows, making his small face look as white and tender as a jasmine flower.
He's such a beautiful and adorable child, Feng Que thought.
They are very well-behaved and easy to take care of.
He loves his father very much and knows how to put his father at ease.
Feng Que tucked the blanket around him, looking at his tender and soft little face.
The dim, warm glow created a tranquil atmosphere, like a soft flame gently warming the heart of the Phoenix Palace on this snowless winter day.
Feng Que suddenly felt a strong urge to reply to his grandfather. He had thought about it very seriously and thoughtfully.
He only wants Ye Qingxi as his child.
He really likes Ye Qingxi, whether as a director or as Uncle Feng. So, as long as he has Ye Qingxi, that's enough for him.
However, this question is based on the premise that he is with Mu Shaowu.
Since he and Mu Shaowu were fake, and they were impossible for each other, his thoughts, whether impulsive or well-thought-out, were meaningless.
Ye Qingxi is not his child.
He will only ever be Mu Shaowu's child.
Feng Que gently brushed aside his loose hair, feeling a pang of regret for no apparent reason.
It wasn't just regret that Ye Qingxi wasn't his child, it was also regret...
The phone vibrated with a "buzz".
Feng Que looked down; it was a WeChat message from Mu Shaowu.
Mu Shaowu woke up and saw the message Ye Qingxi sent him, saying that he was going to sleep.
The photo shows the large bed in the suite where Feng Que usually sleeps.
Mu Shaowu asked, somewhat puzzled: "You gave him your bed to sleep in?"
Feng Que: [Hmm, I'm worried he might not be used to sleeping in the small bed because the mattress is different.]
Mu Shaowu: [Thank you.]
Feng Que: [You're welcome.]
Mu Shaowu: [Is he asleep?]
Feng Que picked up his phone, took a picture of Ye Qingxi who was fast asleep, and then sent it to Mu Shaowu.
Looking at his sweet sleeping face, Mu Shaowu couldn't help but smile.
Mu Shaowu: [Thank you for your help today.]
Feng Que: [No trouble at all, Xiao Xi is very well-behaved and easy to take care of.]
"That's right," Mu Shaowu said proudly. "Our baby has always been very well-behaved and lovable."
Mu Shaowu: [Then you should go to sleep early too, goodnight.]
Feng Que: [Good night.]
After he finished speaking, he reminded him again: "Remember to take your medicine."
Mu Shaowu: [I know.]
"Goodnight," Mu Shaowu said to Ye Qingxi in the photo.
Feng Que looked at Ye Qingxi lying on the bed and said softly, "Good night."
Sweet dreams.
He gently turned off the light for Ye Qingxi and went outside.
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