chapter 8

n

n

nYu Yaoyao briefly closed her eyes, narrowing them only a crack.

nThe small, steamed stuffed bun glanced at her and finding out that she didn’t wake up, immediately breathed a sigh of relief. But not for long, he wrinkled his delicate eyebrows, stretching out his soft, short and white hands to gently wipe the tears that fell at the back of her hand.

nBut after one swipe, he was shocked to find his own hands became wet. He wiped her hands in panic, only to discover both their skin was now drenched in tears. Immediately, the face of the small steamed stuffed bun was completely flustered.

nAh! Where did this little guy come from…?

nFrom beneath the quilt, Yu Yaoyao’s eyes were shining brightly.

nWhenever she was bored in the zoo, she loves to amuse all kinds of little babies. Since she didn’t have her own, she could only play with others.

nWhile looking at the little steamed stuffed bun who was stuck with panic and anxiety, her heart softened unconsciously. As he raised his tiny buttocks in a desperate effort to reach for paper towels that were out of reach, she secretly rubbed the back of her hand against the mattress to dry it.

nFinally having been able to take a tissue out, the little steamed stuffed bun came back to her side. Seeing her dry hand he looked stunned, but he quickly wiped his white and tender little face cleverly.

nHe secretly looked at Yu Yaoyao again, as if to make sure she was still asleep.

nWas this the original owner and Shen Yichong’s son, Shen Rui, who is approaching his fifth birthday? This little cutie… he was so lovely it melted her a snake heart, ah!

nWhy so cute?!

nAfter having enough of Yu Yaoyao’s instigations, Shen Yichong had decided that he would not let their son go with her after the divorce was pushed through.

nIt was better if she didn’t cultivate feelings with her son in the beginning and later, only make him feel heartache once they became separated. So after weaning her child, she gave him to the nanny’s care. She hardly paid any attention to him and even seldom talked to her child at home.

nThis poor pup!

nWhat’s the little steamed bun doing? Yu Yaoyao wondered curiously.

nBefore long, she saw the little steamed stuffed bun’s hands and feet, carefully and gently climbed onto the bed. He then slowly placed his own messy, little black head on her stomach, rubbing it.

nHis whole face was splayed across the quilt as he stuck to her.

nSeeing that her eyes were still closed, the little steamed bun seems to finally feel at rest. From this comfortable position, a happy voice unconsciously came out from his mouth as his small hands firmly grasped the quilt.

nHe closed his eyes, lying peacefully in her arms.

nHe was wrapped around her like a cub who had just come into the world and was afraid of being carried away by a fierce eagle.

nYu Yaoyao’s heart instantly turned into water.

nIt was written in the novel that the steamed stuffed bun wanted to be close to his mother when he was young, and even cried for his mother to hug him, but the original owner would push him away and even scold him loudly.

nBut still, the little steamed bun yearned for his mother. Day by day, he had been approaching her silently and secretly.

nYu Yaoyao felt tender pain assault her heart.

nThe tense body of the steamed bun relaxed slowly over time, and she could see that he had climbed atop her without any shoes on his feet.

nIn the room, beside her big bed, was a temporary small bed for children with a blue duckling embroidery.

nYu Yaoyao slightly pursued her lips. Her fingers were twitching; she wanted to touch the small feet of the steamed bun.

nBut just then, the door to the ward was suddenly opened.

n