"You’re so annoying!" Ye Wanwan said, frustrated as she raised her hand and hit Shen Yi, then turned her head to continue sulking.
Shen Yi found Ye Wanwan’s childlike behavior amusing yet exasperating, and asked somewhat helplessly, "Why are you in such a hurry?"
Ye Wanwan didn’t reply, both because she didn’t want to entertain Shen Yi, and because she didn’t know how to explain it to him.
Seeing that Ye Wanwan remained silent, Shen Yi could only try to console her, "Wanwan, no matter what made you suddenly want a baby, just let nature take its course. There’s no need to rush."
"But I am in a hurry!" Ye Wanwan said, pouting.
How could she not be in a hurry? Zhouzhou already thought she didn’t want him!
Shen Yi was at a loss for words. How had he become nothing more than a tool for procreation in his mind?
Perhaps it was because she had it on her mind during the day that she dreamed of Zhouzhou that night.
In the dream, Zhouzhou stood at the gate of the kindergarten. All the other children had been picked up by their parents, and only Zhouzhou was still waiting at the gate.
From dusk till dark, yet no one came to pick him up.
The little darling who had been waiting patiently, as time ticked by, went from holding back tears with reddened eyes, to finally bursting into loud sobs.
"Mommy, where are you?"
"Mommy, please come pick Zhouzhou up and take him home!"
"Mommy, Zhouzhou is scared!"
However, no matter how Zhouzhou shouted, no one ever came to take him home.
In the large kindergarten, only Zhouzhou was alone.
Seeing Zhouzhou crying so hard, Ye Wanwan really wanted to rush over and hold him, then take him home.
But she couldn’t reach Zhouzhou; he couldn’t see her, nor could she touch him.
When Ye Wanwan awoke from the dream, tears were streaming down her face, even soaking the pillow with the traces of her tears.
Shen Yi, frowning at her side, watched her with great concern and asked, "What’s wrong? Why are you crying so sadly?"
Ye Wanwan had many things she wanted to tell Shen Yi, but when the words reached her lips, she didn’t know where to begin. In the end, she could only tell Shen Yi that she had had a nightmare and was scared.
Because of this dream, Ye Wanwan was downcast for several days, lacking the spirit to do anything, and even felt somewhat sickly.
Shen Yi also wanted to cheer up Ye Wanwan, but as for the matter of having a baby, it really wasn’t something he could simply decide—it was all about fate.
So Shen Yi could only try every possible way to coddle Ye Wanwan, hoping to make her happier.
But one day after work, when he returned home and saw a statue of Guanyin, brought by Song Ziyi to pray for a child for Ye Wanwan, Shen Yi was still shocked.
He couldn’t describe what he felt at that moment, only that Ye Wanwan must have lost her mind.
Even old friends who had not been in touch due to busy work schedules called him to ask if there was something wrong, why Ye Wanwan had been pressured to pray to Guanyin for a child.
Shen Yi hung up the phone helplessly, choosing for the first time to evade the issue when facing a problem.
Before they knew it, it was early December, and Beijing had already become very cold. Ye Wanwan had to be coaxed out of bed every day, only willing to get up after Shen Yi had asked her repeatedly.
Shen Yi wasn’t impatient, nor did he suggest she just stay in bed if she didn’t want to get up, because he could see clearly that Ye Wanwan was enjoying herself.
Today, there was no need to get up early, but Shen Yi still got out of bed early. After informing the sleeping Ye Wanwan, he left for the company.
Lately, Shen Yi was extraordinarily busy, preparing for a very important bid, so busy that he had to go to the office to work overtime even on weekends.