Ms. Lu listened to Zheng Wei with a speechless expression, but still placed the phone on the bed in front of her treasure, who was kicking his little short legs.
When his daughter’s fair and chubby little face appeared before him, Zheng Wei’s expression softened even more: "Baby, did you miss Daddy?"
The baby was only three months old and couldn't speak with "aahs" and "oohs." She couldn't even turn over yet, and could only kick restlessly.
"I say, Ah Wei, can you focus on your work? I'm making soup here. I asked Na Gu to hold the phone for you. I need to go make soup. I see Xiao Yan doesn't look well, you scoundrel, I knew it..." Ms. Lu didn't finish complaining before heading to the separate kitchen to make soup. Zheng Wei, however, frowned and asked, "Na Gu, what's wrong with Xiao Yan?"
Na Gu was originally holding the phone to let Zheng Wei see the baby, but when she heard Zheng Wei's question clearly directed at her, she didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Zheng Wei heard the hesitation in Na Gu's voice and became a little anxious: "Na Gu, is something wrong with Xiao Yan? Why didn't you take her to the hospital? No, I'm coming back right now." As Zheng Wei spoke, Na Gu could even hear the sound of a chair being pushed back.
"Young Master Zheng, wait, I'll tell you." Na Gu still didn't turn the phone around, keeping the camera focused on the baby. If she turned the camera to her old face, she felt she wouldn't be able to say it.
"Young Master Zheng, it's like this, we saw that Xiao Yan looked a bit weak... so Madam is making soup for Xiao Yan." Even without the camera facing her, Na Gu felt very embarrassed saying this.
Indeed, after Na Gu finished speaking, Zheng Wei fell silent. When Na Gu didn't hear any more noise, she heard a "thump"—the video call had been hung up.
Ms. Lu happened to be bringing out the soup. Obviously, she had overheard their conversation. Ms. Lu placed the soup down without a word and carried it to Shen Xiao Yan in the greenhouse behind.
Meanwhile, Zheng Wei, in his office, had a look that was both amused and exasperated.
It was his fault. She needed to reflect on this. Her body had just recovered, and he mustn't let her get sick again.
As Zheng Wei chuckled, his phone rang again. He thought it would be from home, but when he looked down, it was Sima Han.
"Hello?" Zheng Wei answered, his tone somewhat serious. He thought Sima Han should have given up by now, so him calling could only be about treating Xiao Yan's voice.
"Three months is almost up. Bring Xiao Yan tomorrow for acupuncture!" Sima Han wasn't asking a question; it sounded like an order.
Zheng Wei grunted, "Thank you for the trouble."
"It's nothing." Sima Han's tone was very calm. Listening to his tone, Zheng Wei felt immensely fortunate. Fortunately, fortunately, he hadn't lost Xiao Yan back then, otherwise, the one who would be dejected now would be him, and the one who would be full of spring pride would be Sima Han.
The thought made him feel very grateful.
...
The next morning, Zheng Wei first took Shen Xiao Yan for a check-up. After confirming that her body was fine, he went to see Sima Han.
As they went upstairs, Zheng Wei couldn't help but squeeze Shen Xiao Yan's hand and smile, "Did you like the soup Mom made for you yesterday?"
Upon hearing Zheng Wei mention yesterday's soup, Shen Xiao Yan suddenly pinched the back of Zheng Wei's hand.
Seeing Shen Xiao Yan like this, Zheng Wei just wanted to laugh continuously. However, his wife was too thin-skinned, so he had no choice but to stifle his laughter.
When the two found Sima Han, Sima Han seemed to be reading a foreign language book, a very large and thick one. As soon as Zheng Wei saw Sima Han, although he knew that Shen Xiao Yan's condition wouldn't be possible without Sima Han's contributions, he still restrained the emotions on his face and his expression turned serious.
Shen Xiao Yan's mood was very calm. However, she still noticed that Sima Han seemed even calmer than her. Sima Han's state made her feel a subtle sense of relief in her heart. He deserved better; there was no need to place his feelings on an ordinary woman like her.
"I'll give the acupuncture. If the condition is good, she should be able to speak soon," Sima Han said, taking out his needle bag. He always carried a faint scent of herbs. Regarding Shen Xiao Yan's body, her various indicators had been carefully recorded during her pregnancy and showed no abnormalities, which meant that acupuncture now would have no side effects.
Seeing him look at her, Shen Xiao Yan nodded, then lowered her head to write a small note and picked it up: "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Sima Han smiled and began to meticulously insert the needles.
While Sima Han was inserting the needles, Zheng Wei initially watched Shen Xiao Yan, then he couldn't help but open his phone and start shopping online.
The weather was already getting a bit cool, and winter was approaching. Xiao Yan often had to go to the workshop, but she couldn't stand the cold. Zheng Wei started planning to buy something for his wife. He was so engrossed that even when Sima Han removed the needles from Shen Xiao Yan, Zheng Wei hadn't looked up from his phone.
"Mr. Zheng, is this how you take care of your wife?" Sima Han looked at Zheng Wei's seasoned online shopping posture and couldn't help but speak.
Hearing Sima Han's voice, Zheng Wei snapped back to attention. Seeing that Shen Xiao Yan had finished her acupuncture, he immediately put away his phone and stepped forward to drape a coat over Shen Xiao Yan. Regarding what Sima Han had just said, he only replied, "I'm buying clothes for my wife, don't try to sow discord."
After speaking, Zheng Wei put his arm around Shen Xiao Yan and started to walk away, but Shen Xiao Yan tugged at his arm, stopping him. Zheng Wei glanced at his wife's eyes and knew what she wanted to say. So, under Shen Xiao Yan's hopeful gaze, Zheng Wei suppressed his unruly expression and said, "Thank you."
Sima Han shook his head. Shen Xiao Yan smiled at him before allowing Zheng Wei to put his arm around her and walk out.
...
As Zheng Wei was fastening Shen Xiao Yan's seatbelt, Shen Xiao Yan's note was already in front of Zheng Wei: "We're out of vegetables at home. Mom said to bring some back."
Although the baby was only three months old, neither Na Gu nor Ms. Lu could be without her. Zheng Wei naturally understood. He grunted, kissed Shen Xiao Yan on the forehead, and then took her to the supermarket.
He used to be someone who hated going to supermarkets, but after going with Shen Xiao Yan once, he gradually began to enjoy it. After all, going with the woman he loved felt very different from before.
When they arrived at the supermarket, it seemed a bit lively inside, with quite a few people. Zheng Wei instinctively stopped and quickly reached out to shield Shen Xiao Yan.