SY - 75

The weather forecast said there would be rain recently, so Song Zhi reminded Jiang Yucheng repeatedly to remember to bring his raincoat.

She went to the underground garage to get the car.

In the past two years, due to various inconveniences, she had made a great effort to get her driver’s license.

Her instructor was the same as before, and he would call her “Grandma” when he saw Song Zhi.

He had indeed not seen many people who could still mistake the accelerator for the brake after practicing for so long.

However, fortunately, although it took her a bit more time, she still passed.

After driving out the car, she parked it outside and lowered her head to reply to Tang Xiaoyan’s message.

This young lady had been pressured tightly by her family recently, constantly making her go on blind dates.

Today it was the Li family’s young master, tomorrow it was the Zhang family’s second uncle, with a wide age range, from thirty-five down to twenty-two.

Anyway, her dad was firm that she had to get married this year.

The young lady had a fiery temper and insisted on doing the opposite, running abroad to live a carefree life.

[Tang Xiaoyan: Let me tell you, there are so many handsome guys here, you run into one every two steps. Come over and watch handsome guys with me when you’re free.]

Song Zhi sighed.

[Song Zhi: Never mind, I’ve noticed that Jiang Yanzhou has been getting more and more jealous lately. If he finds out I’m looking at handsome guys, he’ll probably be angry for a whole year.]

[Tang Xiaoyan: Hmph, old man, serves him right to feel a sense of crisis.]

[Song Zhi: He’s not that old, is he?]

[Tang Xiaoyan: You’re already defending him so quickly?]

[Song Zhi: Hehehehe, he’s my husband after all. Be a little nicer to him.]

[Tang Xiaoyan: Fine, for your sake, I won’t call him old anymore.]

[Tang Xiaoyan: Oh, right, I just remembered I have something to do. Talk later, okay?]

After Song Zhi replied with an “okay,” she looked up out the car window.

Jiang Yucheng, carrying his schoolbag, was laboriously carrying a goldfish bowl over. The few small goldfishes he kept were swimming around inside.

Song Zhi was silent for more than ten seconds, then frowned. “Why are you carrying a fish tank?”

He walked carefully, afraid the water inside would spill out. “You told me to bring fish.”

“...I told you to bring a raincoat.”

He blinked. “Oh.”

“...”

“Never mind,” Song Zhi opened the car door and got out, taking the goldfish bowl from his hand. “You go sit in the car and wait for Mama for a bit, don’t run around, okay?”

He nodded. “Mm.”

Then he went to pull the car door, pulling twice but it didn’t open.

Song Zhi reached over his head to open the car door, and only closed it after he had gotten in.

No one was home at this hour. She put down the fish tank, grabbed the raincoat, and went out.

Jiang Yucheng sat quietly in the car, waiting obediently.

He and Jiang Yanzhou shared similar personalities, both taciturn.

After Song Zhi got in the car and buckled her seatbelt, she asked him, “Do you want anything to eat? Chocolate? Or fruit gummies?”

He shook his head. “Thank you, Mama, I’m not hungry.”

Song Zhi sometimes found it quite frustrating. Why did he have to be like Jiang Yanzhou of all people? Not only did he look like him, but their personalities were also identical.

She wondered if his introverted personality would make it difficult for him to find a girlfriend in the future.

As a mother, she was truly heartbroken.

After dropping him off at kindergarten, she drove directly to the film set.

Song Zhi, a first-tier actress, possessed both talent and beauty, and had recently been taking on big-budget films.

After becoming a wife and mother, Xia Wanyue helped her turn down all the idol dramas that came her way.

She wanted her to move towards a more high-brow style.

As soon as she arrived on set, Xiao Xu was squatting there eating a bento box.

Xia Wanyue had also arrived early. She had nothing much to do today, so she decided to observe Song Zhi filming.

In the single dressing room, Song Zhi held a coffee cup and sighed directly, “Didn’t everyone say that sons are like their mothers? How come Xiao Cheng is so much like his dad? He’s a miniature Jiang Yanzhou.”

Xia Wanyue yawned and sat over. “Oh, it’s fine if he’s like Jiang Yanzhou, he’s so handsome.”

“You don’t know how little he talks. He can’t even say ten sentences a whole day, and they’re all ‘oh,’ ‘hmm,’ ‘okay’ kind of things.”

As a mother, she was very troubled, fearing that her son would not make friends in kindergarten due to being too aloof.

Jiang Yanzhou didn’t have friends before, which is why he later developed a rather difficult personality, hiding his affections.

Song Zhi didn’t want Jiang Yucheng to follow in his footsteps.

“Should I enroll him in another class?”

Xia Wanyue: “Come on, how old is he? He just started kindergarten, and you’re already enrolling him in all sorts of classes.”

“You’re right.”

“It’s fine, little kids talking less is good. My grand-niece, my aunt’s grandson, talks a lot, like a little radio blaring in my ear all day. I’m almost driven crazy by her.”

Xia Wanyue lowered her head, playing a built-in mini-game on her phone. “Oh, right, where’s Xiaoyuan?”

“She insisted on following Song Luo. We just sent her over a few days ago.”

“But your figure recovery is pretty amazing. You gave birth to twins and didn’t even get stretch marks, still like a young girl.”

“What are you saying? She is a young girl.”

“Yes, yes, a young girl with two children.”

Staff members called out to them from outside. Song Zhi put down her coffee cup and went out with her script to rehearse.

These days, she worked late, so the driver usually picked up the children from school.

In the evening, it indeed rained.

Xiao Xu was contemplating where to spend his vacation next week. He eagerly flipped through travel guides. “How about we go to Japan? The cherry blossoms should be blooming around this time.”

Song Zhi put on her eye mask and ruthlessly refused. “I’m staying home with the kids this weekend.”

Xiao Xu’s enthusiasm was completely dampened.

Sure enough, women become boring after they get married.

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Song Zhi slept the whole way. At 2 AM, the house was very quiet.

She carefully pushed the door open, afraid of waking them.

The lights were still on in the living room on the first floor. Jiang Yanzhou was sitting on the sofa, reading a book.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked up, his gaze falling on Song Zhi.

She was tiptoeing, like a thief.

He pursed his lips and chuckled softly, reminding her kindly, “There’s nothing left to steal in the house.”

Song Zhi looked up at him. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“Waiting for you.”

He put down his book and stood up.

As she lowered her head to change her shoes, he wrapped his arms around her waist, gently rubbing his chin against her shoulder. “Zhizhi.”

Song Zhi felt a little ticklish from his rubbing and dodged left and right. “What’s wrong?”

He held her hand, moving downwards, his fingertips touching the metal belt buckle.

He chuckled softly. “You can steal me.”

Before Song Zhi could speak, he held her hand and continued downwards.

“Feel this.”

“Don’t you think you’ve been getting more and more seductive lately?”

“Hmm, I do.”

“Jiang Yanzhou,” she called his name.

Her warm hand was guided by his, gently rubbing.

His voice deepened in his throat. “Hmm?”

Song Zhi originally wanted him to let go, but hearing his suggestive voice in her ear, she gave up.

Often, at times like these, he wouldn’t listen to her at all.

No matter how nicely he agreed verbally, he’d still do as he pleased.

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Jiang Yanzhou had been in China for over half a month, and his work was pretty much done during this time.

He could stay home and spend quality time with the three little ones.

However, the oldest little one was at the film set every day and didn’t need his company at all.

For this, Jiang Yanzhou felt very wronged and pestered her for a long time: “I won’t disturb your work. I’ll just sit quietly, okay?”

“Your mere presence there is already disturbing my work.”

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, remaining silent.

Song Zhi squeezed his face. “If you’re sitting there, I’ll just be busy looking at you. How can I focus on work?”

With a few words, Jiang Yanzhou was appeased.

Before he could speak again, a knock came from the door, stopping after only two taps.

Jiang Yanzhou got up and opened the door, seeing Jiang Yucheng standing outside.

He gently squatted down and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t speak either, just leaned on his shoulder, wanting to be held.

Jiang Yanzhou held him, gently patting his back to coax him to sleep.

Song Zhi asked, “What’s wrong?”

“He probably had a nightmare.”

“Then let him sleep with us.”

After saying that, Song Zhi opened the door and went out to his room, bringing back his small pillow and blanket.

She laid them out between the two of them.

Jiang Yucheng quickly fell asleep in Jiang Yanzhou’s arms. He carefully placed him on the bed and tucked him in.

Song Zhi turned off the light, not forgetting to remind Jiang Yanzhou, “Turn over quietly at night, don’t wake him up.”

He nodded. “Do you want water? I’ll get you a cup.”

Song Zhi had a habit of drinking water before bed.

“Yes.”

The little boy, with his eyes closed, also said, “Yes.”

After a moment of silence, Jiang Yanzhou smiled faintly and shook his head.

He really was just like Song Zhi, even his sleep-talking was so cute.

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The rain intensified during the night, and filming was forced to stop due to the heavy downpour.

Song Zhi was able to rest at home for a day.

Not having to go to kindergarten, Jiang Yucheng sat in the living room, staring blankly.

He seemed to have no hobbies; he didn’t watch cartoons, nor did he like playing with toys.

Song Zhi was very troubled by this.

Jiang Yanzhou, however, didn’t think much of it. His childhood was also spent this way, with no major hobbies and no desire to interact with others.

It was actually quite nice to just be alone and quiet.

From a distance, crying could be heard from outside the door.

The nanny opened the door and saw Song Luo carrying Jiang Yuan.

She was only four years old, a tiny little thing, and was currently sobbing hysterically on his shoulder.

Song Zhi asked in confusion, “What’s wrong?”

She was crying so intensely.

Song Luo pushed her into Jiang Yanzhou’s arms. “She saw lightning and refused to leave, insisting she was a fairy undergoing tribulation. She cried when I wouldn’t let her out of the car.”

He tsked, looking at Song Zhi, “She’s exactly like you when you were little, damn it!”

...Song Zhi felt as if she had been subtly criticized.

Jiang Yuan hugged Jiang Yanzhou’s neck, crying heartbreakingly, insisting that her uncle was a big bad guy.

Jiang Yanzhou wiped away her tears and softly coaxed, “Be good, fairies don’t cry.”

Only then did Jiang Yuan force back her tears. “But Uncle said I’m not a fairy.”

“He’s lying to you. Our Xiaoyuan is a fairy, so beautiful.”

She lay limply on his shoulder, her small head close to his ear, and whispered a request, “Daddy, I’ll give you money. Can you help me beat up Uncle, okay?”

Song Luo: “...”

Jiang Yanzhou nodded. “Okay.”