Back in the room, Jiang Ziyu placed Qianqian on the bed. She took off her sandy shoes and used a wet wipe to clean her tender little feet, "Did they bully you?"
Qianqian shook her head. She grabbed Jiang Ziyu's arm, wanting her to sit beside her.
"Do you have something to tell me?" Jiang Ziyu asked, pulling open the bedside cabinet and taking out paper and a pen.
Qianqian didn't take them, instead, she actively raised her hands and hugged Jiang Ziyu's neck. Her lips moved closer, and a warm kiss landed on Jiang Ziyu's cheek.
Her pupils brightened, and Jiang Ziyu looked at her in surprise.
After being together for so long, the number of kisses could be counted on one hand, let alone her initiating one.
The spot she was kissed was wet, but Jiang Ziyu couldn't bear to wipe it away. She happily pulled Qianqian into her embrace and pressed a deep kiss on her forehead.
"Mommy loves my Qianqian very, very much," Jiang Ziyu generously expressed her affection.
If the situation hadn't been so dire back then, how could she have allowed her to live alone in hardship at the Di residence. It was all her fault for oversimplifying things, which led to Qianqian being poisoned at the Di residence.
Qianqian took the paper and pen from her hand, lowered her head, and began to draw and write.
A moment later, she showed Jiang Ziyu what she had written.
[I love Mommy too!]
Her eyes welled up, and Jiang Ziyu tilted her head back, controlling the flow of tears. She didn't want to cry in front of Qianqian, but she couldn't help it.
The tears fell uncontrollably. Qianqian, beside her, reached out to wipe them away with concern.
As the tears increased, Qianqian also began to feel sad.
The room door was pushed open from the outside, and Di Mingjue looked at the two of them hugging and crying.
What was going on?
He looked surprised. He stopped halfway, not entering further.
Women's emotions came and went quickly, regardless of their intensity.
Jiang Ziyu sniffled, her expression returning to normal, "Qianqian, let's go wash our hands."
Qianqian wasn't wearing shoes, so she sat there waiting for Jiang Ziyu to pick her up.
The two left Di Mingjue's side and entered the bathroom, where the sound of running water could be heard.
Why were they so similar?
Di Mingjue realized that Qianqian and Jiang Ziyu were like nesting dolls; aside from differences in height and age, their appearance and mannerisms were surprisingly consistent.
Was it the subtle influence from their interactions over the past few days? Shaking his head, speculation couldn't satisfy him.
When they came out again, both looked radiant, with no trace of unhappiness on their faces.
"What were you two talking about just now?" Di Mingjue persisted, determined to find out.
Jiang Ziyu didn't say anything, casually brushing it off, "Nothing much, just chatting."
Qianqian surprisingly nodded in agreement.
With a gentle smile, Jiang Ziyu felt immense relief and happiness.
"Really?"
"Of course."
Her firm denial meant that no matter how much he asked, it would be a waste of breath.
Di Mingjue watched Qianqian and Jiang Ziyu holding hands, and a sense of jealousy arose in his heart.
His child, why was she so close to her? Pondering this, he childishly stepped forward and pulled Jiang Ziyu's arm away.
Unexpectedly, she found herself sitting on Di Mingjue's lap.
Jiang Ziyu looked at his flawless skin, which seemed to have no pores at all. It was truly unfair that someone so gifted would have skin that looked better than hers, despite her regular use of skincare products, even after lying dormant for three years without any care.
Thinking this, Jiang Ziyu forgot that she was still on Di Mingjue.
Qianqian, who was instigating from behind, covered her mouth and chuckled. When she lived with Xiao Ran and Yu Ze, the three of them often discussed how to get Daddy and Mommy to live together.
Before they returned, Xiao Ran had repeatedly instructed her to seize any suitable opportunity to facilitate physical contact between them.
Xiao Ran had read in a magazine that article stating that physical touch, though not as profound as mental connection, was also the most cherished by people.
"Comfortable?" Di Mingjue put his arm around her waist and deliberately blew into her ear.