"Where’s mom?"

"Sleeping!" The little guy chirped, resting his small hand on his cheek, "Baby’s being good, not making a fuss, letting mom sleep."

"Tingye is so great." Ye Mingmei’s hand holding Tingye stiffened for a second. She looked at the well-behaved and sensible little guy, her eyes slightly dimming.

One hand unconsciously touched her own belly.

"Hungry, baby wants milk." The little guy didn’t notice Ye Mingmei’s daze, puckering his small mouth and licking his lips.

"Go find your uncle first. I’ll make milk for you." Ye Mingmei put the little guy down, letting him go to find Jin Chenye. After hesitating for a second, she went into the kitchen to make a bottle of milk for him.

Walking back to the sofa, she waved at Tingye, and he immediately ran to her side, snuggling in her arms, drinking his milk obediently.

Ye Mingmei just quietly watched his delicate little face, her mind unknowingly sketching the figure of a tiny person...

When she realized what she was thinking, her eyes gradually darkened.

"Just milk isn’t enough; Tingye is growing up and needs food. Auntie will get you some rice, okay?" Ye Mingmei took away the bottle, pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and asked softly.

"Okay." The little guy wasn’t full at all; hearing there was more food, his big, dark eyes lit up, looking eagerly at Ye Mingmei.

"What a little foodie." Ye Mingmei’s lips curled into a smile as she tapped his small nose, "Wait here for auntie."

Ye Mingmei quickly went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of porridge to feed Tingye.

Bit by bit, Ye Mingmei was very patient, occasionally wiping his mouth.

Her gentle manner made even the men in the living room raise their eyebrows slightly.

"Seeing Tingye makes me miss my wife and son." Jiang Jinchen held his heart with a face full of grievance, "Jie, I’ve sacrificed so much for you, how are you going to comfort me?"

Dan Hanjie gave his dramatic face a sideways glance, his long legs lazily crossed, ignoring him.

He propped his head up with one hand, lost in thought.

"Mom!"

The little Tingye suddenly looked up from his meal, happily shouting towards the direction of the staircase.

"Nothing escapes your eyes." Qin Youxuan reached out to tidy her hair, walking down the stairs with strides, her eyes carrying a hint of darkness, clearly exhausted from being worn out by a certain man the previous night.

She walked to the sofa and kissed Tingye’s cheek, picking him up.

With a smile, she looked at Ye Mingmei, "I suddenly realized you really like kids. When you become a mom someday, you’ll definitely be more patient than me."

"..."

Ye Mingmei was taken aback, and the smile at the corners of her mouth slowly faded.

Looking at Qin Youxuan joking, she couldn’t bring herself to smile at all.

"What’s wrong? You look so pale, your hands are so cold." Qin Youxuan noticed something off about Ye Mingmei and took the empty bowl from her hands, setting it aside.

She held her hand, warming it in her palm.

"...I’m fine, maybe I’ve just been lying in my room all week and haven’t gone out much, I feel chest tightness." Ye Mingmei nibbled her lips for a moment, speaking softly.

"It must be too stifling, but given the current situation, it’s not good to leave the villa. How about this, let’s take Tingye out for a walk in the yard, just to unwind."

Qin Youxuan didn’t notice Ye Mingmei’s unusual behavior; she just thought she was worried about Yu Xiuzhun and didn’t want her to stay in her room overthinking, so she pulled her out of the living room.