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"Okay."
Although Song Lan is a strong woman with a busy work schedule, if Tong Tong needs her company, she would drop everything without hesitation and be by Tong Tong's side.
Song Lan took a sip of water, the warm liquid easing the bitterness in her mouth.
"I'll go buy some books. If you need anything, just call me. There are bodyguards outside; you can instruct them if necessary."
"Mm."
After Zhu Junjie left, Song Lan placed the cup on the table and pressed Tong Tong's hand against her face.
Tong Tong's small hand was cold, and no matter what Song Lan did, she couldn't warm it up.
She could only keep rubbing Tong Tong's hand gently.
...
Three days later, at Riverside Villa.
The old Madam came to pick up Er Bao as agreed.
Yang Jiaojiao wanted to speak up to stop her several times, but seeing Er Bao's tear-streaked face, she turned her head away.
Once the old Madam's car drove out of Riverside Villa, Yang Jiaojiao couldn't control her emotions any longer and followed outside.
Yan Wen didn't stop her and stayed close behind Yang Jiaojiao.
Yang Jiaojiao's suppressed tears flowed freely.
She had anticipated feeling upset when Er Bao was taken away, but she didn't expect it to hurt this much.
Though it wasn't a life-and-death separation, she still felt an emptiness inside.
Yang Jiaojiao ran after the car for over twenty meters until it disappeared from sight.
Since late in her pregnancy until now, Yang Jiaojiao hadn't engaged in any vigorous exercise for a long time; twenty meters had become too much for her weakened body after giving birth.
Sweat beads formed on her forehead, her face pale as if transparent, her legs felt heavy as if filled with lead, and her head spun as if she could fall at any moment.
Seeing that she was in poor condition, Yan Wen reached out and pulled her into his embrace.
"Wen, I miss Er Bao already."
"Then shall we go see him later?"
"Sure!"
Yang Jiaojiao quickly added, "No... no way! I'm afraid that if we go see him right away, I won't want to come back."
Even if she returned, she would want to bring Er Bao back with her.
Yang Jiaojiao lacked confidence in herself.
"Then let's go back and video call Grandma; we can see Er Bao through the video."
"I..."
She was afraid that during the video call, she wouldn't be able to hold back her tears.
Grandma loved her dearly; seeing her cry would surely upset her greatly.
Just as Grandma took Er Bao away, she held back her tears with great effort. Yang Jiaojiao sighed, "Forget it, I'll find a way to distract myself." She could study! During her confinement period, she hadn't attended classes and only occasionally glanced at design books. Ever since she decided to send Er Bao to the old house, she had lost the motivation to read. If this continued, the little design knowledge she had learned would soon be returned to her teacher.
"I have a way for you to distract yourself," Yan Wen said as he picked up Yang Jiaojiao and walked toward the villa's entrance. Aunt Qing, worried about Yang Jiaojiao, followed them to the door. She saw Yang Jiaojiao stop in her tracks and not continue running forward. Aunt Qing was perceptive; upon seeing Yan Wen carrying Yang Jiaojiao away quickly, she hurried back to the living room to continue with her own tasks.
At the moment Yan Wen lifted her, Yang Jiaojiao had already forgotten about crying. She quickly grabbed onto Yan Wen's front. When he turned around, she let go of her grip and exclaimed, "You... put me down!" Every time he said he would distract her, it involved kisses, hugs, and being lifted high. Now that she had completed her confinement, she was very wary of Yan Wen... The doctor had advised that before engaging in intimate contact, she should go for a check-up.
Rationality told her that she could refuse Yan Wen's request. But when the atmosphere was right and she saw the affectionate look in his eyes—those eyes that seemed to hold everything—her mind would clear out. Not only would she not stop him, but she also suspected she would recklessly go along with him.
"Jiaojiao, am I not even allowed to hug you now?" Yan Wen noticed her expression and knew what she was thinking. He chuckled softly. His voice was deep, and those dark eyes seemed able to see through everything; his laughter felt like it had hooks that tugged at the strings of shame deep within Yang Jiaojiao.
She dared not look up at Yan Wen and lowered her gaze. "It's not that I don't want you to hug me; it's just that the doctor said I need to exercise moderately." For mothers, giving birth was a draining experience. In Aunt Qing's view, after a woman gives birth, she needs proper care and can only engage in postnatal training after completing her confinement period. Aunt Qing's thoughts were deeply rooted and stemmed from concern for Yang Jiaojiao.
Yang Jiaojiao considered Aunt Qing family; she didn't want to worry her. Each day, she only went from upstairs to the living room and then back to the master bedroom. After a month, Yang Jiaojiao felt as if her body was rusting away. This morning, she had already contacted a postnatal training coach and planned to start systematic training tomorrow; she wanted to recover quickly to a satisfactory state. But at this moment, what she said felt like an excuse.
"So Jiaojiao is so obedient," Yan Wen remarked without insisting further. He set Yang Jiaojiao down and helped her put on the hood of her wool coat. In late autumn by the seaside, the wind was a bit stronger, and the salty sea breeze carried an extra chill compared to usual winds.
"Listening to the doctor is definitely wise."
The crisis was averted, but Yang Jiaojiao's feelings of sadness and longing for Er Bao had not yet coalesced again. Yan Wen slowly spoke, "Tong Tong has been kidnapped."
"Who took her? How is Tong Tong now? Have they found her?" Yang Jiaojiao hadn't seen Tong Tong for a while; just a few days ago, she had wanted Song Lan to bring Tong Tong to the villa to play. Later, for some reason, she forgot about that idea. These past few days, she had been in a bad mood because she was sending Er Bao to the old house for upbringing and hadn't contacted Song Lan.
Hearing such news suddenly changed her expression, and her tone became urgent.
"We found her," Yan Wen held her hand. He initially didn't want to tell Yang Jiaojiao about this matter; to divert her attention, he could only find something more engaging than Er Bao being away from her. After thinking it over, he decided that the matter concerning Tong Tong was the most suitable.
"Then Tong Tong..." Yang Jiaojiao tightened her grip on Yan Wen's hand. "Just tell me everything at once without gasping for breath."
Wen was getting worse; he knew how much she cared for Tong Tong, genuinely loving that child from the bottom of her heart. He was dragging it out like squeezing toothpaste, revealing little by little, which was purely to make her worry!
Yang Jiaojiao's tone revealed her dissatisfaction.
"Tong Tong is in stable condition; she was injured and is at Mutau Hospital."
"Is the injury serious?" After saying this, Yang Jiaojiao felt it was a pointless question. If she was hospitalized, it certainly wasn't just a scrape. "Children are like fragile porcelain dolls; any injury is enough to make one anxious."
"The injury on her neck isn't deep, but her shoulder is more serious. Wei Sheng thinks that the physical wounds will heal easily; what worries him is the potential psychological trauma."
"Wei Sheng's concerns are valid."
Tong Tong had already been sensitive due to being excluded by other children; if she experienced a kidnapping... Yang Jiaojiao felt particularly worried. "We should go see Tong Tong."
"Yank has a break tomorrow at noon."
Yank had been training hard lately and hadn't taken a day off.
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