"Jiajia, I..." Tang Mingli embraced her and paused for a long while, unsure of how to begin.
"Uncle, little aunt, are you at home?" Tang Yue's voice came from outside the door, saying, "Anan seems to have a fever. He woke up from a nap and something seemed off."
Today, Tang Yue had no classes, and Bai Qing was also at home. Tang You'an followed Tang Yue, and Bai Qing quite liked Tang You'an. Besides, with Tang You'an around, there was someone to play with and food to eat, so he wasn't noisy at all. Often when they had no classes, they would take Tang You'an with them.
Tang You'an usually took a nap every afternoon, sleeping longer today than usual.
Bai Qing had mentioned earlier that she saw Tang Mingli and Wei Jiajia returning. Thinking that a short separation was good as a new honeymoon, she decided not to disturb them. Seeing that Tang You'an slept longer today, she went to check whether he slept well or had woken up. She didn't realize until she saw him, his cheeks were red like cooked shrimp.
Tang Yue reached out to touch his forehead, the scalding temperature made her feel burned.
Tang Yue didn't dare to delay and immediately went to find Tang Mingli and Wei Jiajia. She knew they should go to the hospital, but after Tang You'an woke up, he kept crying nonstop, and no amount of consoling would calm him.
Tang You'an's cries continued incessantly, making Wei Jiajia feel heartbroken.
The words Tang Mingli wanted to say also choked back down.
"Uncle, little aunt, Anan just fell asleep, and when I went to check on him, he suddenly started having a fever," Tang Yue said guiltily, cradling Tang You'an and trying to soothe him. But Tang You'an kept crying. Seeing Bai Qing then, Tang You'an stretched out his arms and lunged towards Wei Jiajia.
Perhaps feeling the comfort of his mother's arms, Tang You'an's crying became softer, but his little face was still deeply flushed. Wei Jiajia, with her forehead pressed against Tang You'an's cheek, could feel the heat radiating from his body.
"Xiao Yue, it's okay, Anan has been pretty healthy since he was little, but it's normal to have a fever," Wei Jiajia consoled, and hurried to the hospital with Tang Mingli in a rush.
Tang Yue also wanted to follow them but was refused by Wei Jiajia, who said, "Xiao Yue, if you have time, help me make some porridge. Tonight, Anan can eat it."
"Sure," Tang Yue turned back and went to start making porridge for Tang You'an as soon as she entered her house.
"How is Anan?" Bai Qing saw Tang Qing return and could not help but ask worriedly, "Looking at his fever, it must be at least thirty-nine degrees."
"He's at the hospital now," Tang Yue felt a bit guilty, saying, "Could it be because I loosened Anan's clothes at noon? But I put them back on very quickly."
"Xiao Yue, don't blame yourself. It's normal for children to catch a fever or a cold," Bai Qing reassured her. Tang You'an had several times woken from naps with a fever, and even she, an outsider, had encountered it a few times.
"I'll go make some porridge for Anan. With a fever, he surely lacks appetite."
Tang Yue grabbed a handful of rice and started cooking porridge. To make sure it was well-cooked, Tang Yue kept a close watch from the start, fearing the porridge might burn. After all, even adults dislike the burnt taste, let alone a sick child.
"Hello," Bai Qing answered the phone; it was Tang Mingli's call. She spoke briefly and went to the kitchen to call Tang Yue to take the call: "Uncle, how is Anan?"
Tang Yue hurried over to answer the phone, her voice sounding urgent.
"High fever, he's on an IV now. Jiajia is coming back alone now, go pick her up later and then come to the hospital together. I'm worried about Jiajia being alone," Tang Mingli explained in detail.
"I understand, uncle. Take good care of Anan. I was just making porridge, actually planning to go to the hospital."
The call ended, and Tang Yue was thinking that after she sends the porridge over, she needs to pack some toys to bring along too.
"Xiao Yue, are you going to the hospital tonight?" Bai Qing asked.
"Yep." Tang Yue nodded, and said, "Sister Qing, little aunt and I are going together, nothing will happen."
"I still rescheduled tonight's plan." Bai Qing said this, and without any further explanation, made a phone call, quickly saying "not going," before hanging up.
"Sister Qing, you shouldn't have." Tang Yue knew that Bai Qing was just worried about her, but she really felt it was making a big deal out of nothing.
"It's fine, I could have gone or not." Bai Qing reassured her, she hasn't taken much work recently, spending most of her time by Tang Yue's side, partly to fulfill Feng Zhi's promise, and also because she truly sees Tang Yue as family. So, Bai Qing didn't want anything unexpected to happen to her.
The phone rang, and Tang Yue picked it up. Hearing Mo Siyu's voice on the other end, she was a bit surprised and asked, "How do you have time to call me now?"
Usually, Mo Siyu would call her in the evenings when he was free.
It's only afternoon, shouldn't they be busy running around outside?
Bai Qing, realizing it was a call from Mo Siyu, consciously gave Tang Yue some space.
"I wanted to give you a surprise." Mo Siyu's deep voice came through the phone, sounding even more pleasant than in person. There's a saying about ears getting pregnant, she kind of felt it might be true.
Tang Yue liked listening to his voice, wanted to keep listening, she hugged the phone while lying down on the nearby sofa, switching to a comfortable position, she asked, "What surprise? Are you getting time off?"
"Nope." A low, soft chuckle came from Mo Siyu over the phone.
Tang Yue pursed her lips and guessed again, "Then did your company land a big contract?"
Mo Siyu cleared his throat, unable to resist saying, "Xiao Yue, do you really think landing big contracts is as easy as buying cabbage?"
"I'm just guessing randomly, our Uncle Mo is so capable, the deals you get are as plentiful as cabbage in a field, right?" Tang Yue's words were sweet as honey, and her comment wasn't even an exaggeration.
Mo Siyu's glory had never been short-lived.
In her heart, Mo Siyu was nearly on par with a god; otherwise, her reborn self wouldn't have felt so inferior due to the vast difference between them.
"Uncle Mo?" It had been a long time since Mo Siyu had heard this nickname, he chuckled lightly: "Xiao Yue, in your heart, am I the most capable?"
"Of course." Tang Yue replied without hesitation, she tilted her head and pouted, "I wonder who it was before, making me call some people Uncle Mo." Google seaʀᴄh noⅴelfire.net
Even though he couldn't see her, Mo Siyu could feel that on the other end of the phone, Tang Yue's eyes would definitely be sparkling, he swallowed, saying: "Xiao Yue, from now on, don't call me Uncle Mo."