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In fact, Song Wanyue had noticed it herself without him saying it. She seemed to be more dependent on him than before.

That kind of dependence comes from a lack of security. If you can't see someone for a while, you will feel uneasy, sad and aggrieved.

It was as if he had abandoned me.

Sometimes when she woke up in the middle of the night and saw no one around her, she would call him and cry, asking him where he had gone.

Duan Baiting was actually in the study.

In the past few days, he has postponed all the work that can be postponed, and completed the work that cannot be postponed at home.

For fear of disturbing her rest, he would accompany her to sleep every day before tiptoeing to the study.

After receiving the call, I hurried over. Regardless of the ongoing meeting.

In fact, he should have gone to London these days, but because of Song Wanyue, he had to change to online.

Now that the decision makers are gone, the few remaining people are looking at each other in bewilderment.

It's not about continuing, nor is it about ending.

Duan Baiting hugged her, wiped her tears, and said gently: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

She shook her head, leaned in his arms, and put her arms around his waist.

I just cried, and my voice is still nasal, as if something is blocking it.

"Where have you been? I didn't see you when I woke up."

"In the study." He covered her with the quilt. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yeah." She buried her face in his arms and said aggrievedly, "I dreamed that I was thrown onto an isolated island and I was alone."

Duan Baiting hugged her from behind: "Dreams and reality are opposites."

She sniffed and complained in a muffled voice: "But I didn't see you after I woke up."

She looked around but couldn't find him.

Duan Baiting said, "I went over because I saw you fell asleep. I was planning to finish it early, but I didn't expect you to wake up so quickly. I won't go. I'll stay here with you."

Song Wanyue raised her eyes, her nose a little red, "Do you think I'm unreasonable and making a fuss?"

He rubbed her hair, "No, if you are unhappy, just say it. Don't bear it or hold it in."

"I won't bear it." She seemed to have withdrawn from that sensitive role and turned back into a pampered and noble princess. "I never let myself suffer the slightest grievance."

She was not like Duan Baiting, a mute who endured everything.

It seemed as if telling someone his secrets would cost him his life.

Song Wanyue placed her hand on her lower abdomen, but the month was too young and there was no change at all. Still flat.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that she could feel a faint beating through her palms.

It must be an illusion. It's so small, so small.

She said, "I still think he can't just follow you. Only the crying child gets the candy. I have loved crying since I was a child, so I have never suffered any hardship. Look at you, even if you have suffered a great injustice and endured a lot of hardships, you would rather bear it silently by yourself, refusing to show weakness or tell others."

After saying all this in one go, she suddenly felt so pitiful for him.

Duan Baiting is so pitiful. He led a life completely different from hers.

The sensitive personality that she had after pregnancy returned to her body again. Song Wanyue had shed more tears in recent days than in the past year combined.

In the past, I just fake cried in order to soften my heart to Duan Baiting, this hard-hearted man.

Usually he would give in before she shed more than two tears, and most of the time, he would not even wait for her to cry.

After howling twice, he nodded helplessly. There's nothing you can do about her.

But now it is different. Now she really wants to cry. Her tears are like the drizzling rain in Shanghai in April.

"No one has loved you since you were a child, how pitiful."

He couldn't do anything to her even when she pretended to cry, let alone when she really cried.

He covered her hand and used his other hand to wipe her tears. Then he said with a smile, "Don't you love me?"

"It's different." She argued with him, "There have been times when you showed your true feelings in front of me. So I can feel it. You love me too much, you can't hide it."

Her tone sounded a little proud and complacent.

Duan Baiting followed her and said, "Then I will slowly change it later."

-

On that winter night, she was sweating all over. Her pajamas were soaked, and Duan Baiting was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he lifted her arms and pulled the nightgown off her head.

She startled and looked up at him.

"I'm pregnant."

The words seemed to be a reminder.

He was stunned, then realized the hidden meaning of her words, and smiled helplessly: "I'm not going to do anything to you. It's easy to catch a cold from the sudden change of temperature. Go change your clothes."

She shook her head, and said stubbornly: "No, just sleep like this."

Duan Baiting didn't force her, but coaxed her gently: "Then take a shower first. You're all sweaty, and it will be uncomfortable to fall asleep."

These words finally had some effect. He knew that Song Wanyue loved cleanliness, and even if she was lazy, she would not remain indifferent at this time.

She didn't let him take a bath for her, even though he asked, Song Wanyue refused in the end.

"I'm not at the point where I need help with taking a shower."

While she was taking a shower, he returned to the study and finished the meeting in the shortest possible time.

"Ask Kevin to organize the content of today's meeting and send it to my email."

A man's reply came from the computer.

Then he exited the group video.

-When

I returned to the bedroom again, Song Wanyue hadn't come out yet, and I could vaguely hear the sound of water inside.

Duan Baiting knocked on the glass door: "Are you in there?"

Song Wanyue replied: "Why, are you worried that I would faint?"

He leaned against the wall and smiled: "No. I was afraid you would fall asleep."

The sound of water inside stopped, and the wiping sound was partially blocked by the door. When it reached his ears, only a very light sound was left.

Song Wanyue opened the door, and the hot air inside rushed out.

She was wrapped in a bath towel, her wet hair wrapped in a dry hood, and a strand of hair that was not tucked in hung down by her ear.

Water was dripping at this time.

It slid from the cheek to the neck, and finally disappeared in front of the chest covered by the bath towel.

Duan Baiting found the hair dryer and plugged it in, then asked her to sit on the sofa. He lowered his head and adjusted the temperature. When it was not so hot anymore, he untied her hair dryer cap.

The wet hair fell into his palm and he gently gathered it with his hand.

There is too much hair, and it becomes heavier when it gets wet.

He tried his best to avoid letting the hot air touch her scalp, and his fingers gently untangled her tangled hair.

"I have asked people to prepare in advance, and we will return to Shanghai tomorrow afternoon."

This was the first time this had happened. The man who had always been calm and composed no matter what happened, now became a little nervous.

I'm afraid that I haven't done well enough.

The private plane took off in the afternoon and arrived at seven in the evening. The driver was waiting nearby in advance and could not even take a few steps.

Song Wanyue heard his words: "Have you called my parents and told them when we will be back?"

The hair dryer was noiseless, and the voices of the two people talking were still very clear. Duan Baiting's hands kept moving: "Yes, I did."

Her parents found out that Song Wanyue was pregnant a few days ago, and the old couple didn't sleep well for several nights.

When Song's mother was pregnant with Song Wanyue, she had severe pregnancy reactions, not to mention morning sickness. Basically, you vomit whatever you eat.

Because her mother did not get enough nutrition, Song Wanyue was smaller than her peers when she was born.

She was worried that Song Wanyue was feeling as bad as she was, and she couldn't hold back her tears when she thought about it.

I call her almost every day, always paying attention to her reaction.

Song Wanyue told them to relax and that she was not unwell.

I felt a little nauseous in the past few days, and I would feel nauseous and want to vomit if I ate anything greasy. It has been restored now.

The only thing that has changed is probably that I get more sleep than before.

She loves to sleep, and these days she sleeps even longer, more than ten hours a day.

If Duan Baiting hadn't been afraid that sleeping too long would put a burden on her body, she would probably have slept for a full twenty-four hours.

Although Song Wanyue said it was nothing, her mother was still worried and kept saying she wanted to come over.

Now that I can go back and live under their supervision, that would be the best thing.

It also saves them from worrying.

-It

's winter now, and it's freezing cold.

The next morning, Song Wanyue was forced to wear three layers of clothes under Duan Baiting's gaze.

Fortunately, down jackets are very light and not bulky to wear.

"Should I take it with me?"

While packing, Song Wanyue looked at the puppy hesitantly.

It was the last puppy left at home, and she promised Xiaohuan that she would raise it.

As soon as he agreed, he left.

Duan Baiting was afraid that she would be cold on the road, so he took a coat as a separate precaution.

After hearing Song Wanyue's words, he glanced at the puppy curled up on the sofa and sleeping.

"It's too young," he said. "Leave it at home, there's someone to take care of it."

Song Wanyue felt that she had become more sentimental recently, and a small thing could cause her emotions to fluctuate.

Including the thought of how sad and heartbroken Wangwang would be if he took the puppy away.

She had just given birth and the baby was gone.

So she nodded, her eyes a little warm.

Duan Baiting laughed helplessly, wiped her tears and coaxed her softly: "Why do you cry all the time lately?"

She shook her head and said she didn't know, she just wanted to cry for no reason.

This time, I will have to stay for a while at least.

Aunt Qin prepared some of Song Wanyue's favorite foods, most of which were local specialties of North City.

I was afraid that when she wanted to eat it in Shanghai, she wouldn't be able to get the authentic food.

"I made this myself. It's not available on the market."

Song Wanyue went over to hug Aunt Qin: "Aunt Qin is so thoughtful. I miss you even before we leave. Why don't you just go to Shanghai with us?"

Aunt Qin was coaxed by her and smiled, but she poked her forehead lightly with her finger and said in a mocking tone: "You are so sweet. Okay, the weather forecast says it will snow soon. Go out early to avoid missing your trip. Be careful on the road and keep warm." After

a lot of instructions, Song Wanyue was so well-behaved that she nodded frequently and said she understood.

Duan Baiting's words were brief and to the point, just one sentence: "Then let's go."

Aunt Qin smiled and waved her hand: "Be careful on the road."

After getting in the car, Song Wanyue criticized him righteously: "Yesterday I said I would change your bad habit of being taciturn, how come you forgot it again?"

Duan Baiting held her hand, clasped their fingers together, smiled and nodded, and said only: "Take it step by step, I'll try my best."

Song Wanyue sighed, looking like she was worried about him.

She was very worried about him, afraid that her family didn't like him.

His personality was never very likable to begin with, and after staying in a high position for too long, that arrogance and indifference seemed to be engraved into his bones.

In the past, others always flattered and fawned on him, but now the roles are reversed.

It seemed to be a difficult thing to get him to bend down and lower his head.

Song Wanyue sighed in her heart again, feeling that she had a long way to go.

Others have the man maintaining the relationship between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, but I need to maintain the relationship between the son-in-law and his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

The plane landed and I arrived home in half an hour.

The kitchen started preparing in the morning to welcome their arrival.

Song's father also postponed all his plans for today.

The aunt at home came over and opened the door. She had already seen them through the video doorbell.

As soon as the door was opened, he came over to support Song Wanyue, and shouted towards the house with a smile: "They are here."

Song Wanyue had the illusion that she was about to give birth. She smiled helplessly: "I've just started. I'm not to the point where I can't walk steadily. No need for support."

Song's father decided to show off his skills and shook the pot in the kitchen for half an hour.

She came out in a hurry without even taking off the apron around her waist.

When he saw Song Wanyue, the few fine lines on his face were all wrinkled together by his smile: "I was planning to pick you up in person. You must be hungry. I'll be here soon. I'll ask my aunt to get you a bowl of soup to fill your stomach first. It's your favorite lotus root and pork bone soup."

He was treated like a star as soon as he got home. But she had long been accustomed to it, as it had been like this since she was a child.

Worried that everyone's attention was on her and that Duan Baiting would be ignored, she clutched Song's father's sleeve and reminded him in a low voice: "I'm not the only one coming back today."

-

Originally, Song Wanyue was still worried that Duan Baiting would be neglected.

When she went upstairs to change her clothes and came down, she heard her father talking on the phone in the corridor.

"Old Zhou, we made an appointment to come to my house for dinner the day after tomorrow."

"Yes, he's back, just arrived. You'll know when you see my son-in-law."

"You know? You know shit. Those are just rumors outside, made up by those old coffin guys. The Chinese torreya chessboard in my study was given by my son-in-law. And the purple clay teapot that you've been eyeing for a long time, and Tang Bohu's calligraphy, were all given by him."

He sighed, openly embarrassed, but secretly showing off: "If he gives it as a gift on every festival, it's too expensive. As the elders, it's not easy for us to refuse it."

Song Wanyue was slightly stunned when she heard this.

Duan Baiting, when did you send so many gifts to her house?

The author has something to say:

Wanwan was worried that her husband would be ignored by her parents

but she didn't know that her husband had already coaxed his father-in-law and mother-in-law into submission without her knowing

. Song Wanyue: Duan Baiting is not good at flattering or pleasing others.

The real Duan Baiting: with ease.