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As the little fella’s childish voice surrounded her, Yin Yuerong slowly closed her eyes and entered dreamland.

Her sleep was particularly sound and uninterrupted, and Yin Yuerong slept from evening to the middle of the night, only jolted awake by a clap of thunder.

As lightning flashed and thunder clapped, a raging storm surged and gales howled in the night, the shadows of the swaying trees resembling ghosts madly dancing outside the window.

Yin Yuerong reflexively glanced outside the window with a furrow of her brows.

After lying there for a moment, she sat up and covered herself with a jacket before walking out of her room.

She stopped in front of the room next door and pushed open the door.

In the bedroom, a faint lamp was lit on the nightstand and the little fella was lying in bed, sound asleep and unperturbed by the thunder outside.

Yin Yuerong looked at Tangtang, her brows locked together, vexed. She didn’t linger and turned to leave.

However, as she left, she accidentally stumbled into the chair by the bed, making a “bang.”

“Mmm…” The child in bed groggily woke up. “Grandma?”

When the little fella discovered her presence, Yin Yuerong cleared her throat and answered, “Mm.”

Tangtang sat up as he rubbed his eyes before sleepily extending his arm and touching Yin Yuerong’s forehead, checking if Yin Yuerong’s fever had reduced.

Then he yawned and looked at Yin Yuerong, curious. “Grandma, why did you come over? Oh, I know… are you scared, Grandma?”

As he said that, he patted Yin Yuerong’s back with his little hand. “Don’t be scared, Grandma. My mommy said lightning and thunder are natural phenomena and there aren’t ghosts in this world, so you don’t need to be scared!”

The little fella earnestly explained all this to Yin Yuerong and even shifted over on the bed toward the inside. “Grandma, if you’re scared, you can sleep with Tangtang!”

Although Yin Yuerong didn’t want to admit it, she came to see the child out of concern, not expecting to end up being the one comforted.

On the bed, the child wore the pajamas prepared for him by Auntie Qiao. The fuzzy pajamas matched the little fella’s fair cheeks and sleepy eyes and made him exceptionally adorable.

Ah-Jiu was just as charming and adorable when he was younger, but Ah-Jiu was akin to an exquisite but soulless and emotionless porcelain doll. His eyes never contained innocence, light, and warmth of this sort.

Yin Yuerong became absent-minded, dusty memories from ages ago surfacing in her mind. A long, long time ago, when she was still a little girl, she liked children the most.

Since when did she start hating them so much? Was it when Si Huaizhang and that woman secretly got together or when their illegitimate children were born one after another or when she had a child with Si Huaizhang after much effort but the child was ignored and viewed as a burden by him…?

“No need. Go back to sleep.” Yin Yuerong’s expression quickly regained its normal facade, and she turned to leave the bedroom.

Perhaps sick people were prone to letting their imaginations run wild, after all. Her behavior tonight was truly too abnormal.

…

The next morning, Yin Yuerong’s fever had fully subsided.

She’d taken a sick day from the Arbitration Council and would be resting at home today.

Early in the morning, Tangtang sought out Yin Yuerong and wasn’t placated until he confirmed she was well again.

They had just finished eating breakfast when Auntie Qiao led a young woman into the dining room. “Madam, Manager Zhang has personally brought over the newest season of clothes! Would you like to take a look?”

Yin Yuerong didn’t even look up and casually waved her hand. “You decide.”