Candy's "Love"

In the Living Room, after counselor Li Na left, Mo Jingchun eagerly opened the plastic bag containing the lunch box.

From the time he got up in the morning until nightfall, he had only eaten a bowl of Egg Fried Rice made from leftovers that morning. On the high-speed rail, he had only made do with a piece of bread.

It was not that he had been unwilling to buy a Boxed Meal on the train. Mainly, Mo Jingchun had fallen asleep holding his Younger Sister, Candy, and missed the time when they sold boxed meals. As for money, he was not exactly short on it at the moment.

There was money from relatives, money his mother had left behind, condolence money received when his mother passed away, and prize money from the school. Altogether, it came to a full 150,000 yuan.

Inside the red lunch box were Braised Pork, greens, and bean sprouts. The three dishes made Mo Jingchun rather happy. They were all dishes he liked, though he did not know how the chefs at Jing University's cafeteria had prepared them.

As soon as a chunk of half-lean, half-fat Braised Pork entered his mouth, Mo Jingchun's brows relaxed.

"Mm... so sweet."

"They must have put in too much sugar. What a luxury."

His stomach had long been growling, and he immediately switched into wolfing-it-down mode, sweeping away all the rice and dishes in the lunch box.

Across the table, the Little One sat in the Baby Carriage, holding a Milk Bottle and suckling on it. Her adorable big eyes stared straight at Mo Jingchun as he took huge bites of meat. Once the aroma of Braised Pork drifted into her nose, even the nipple that had been in her mouth slipped out without her noticing.

Mo Jingchun, having cleaned out the meal, was about to wash the lunch box when he looked up and met his Younger Sister Candy's wide eyes.

Mo Jingchun could not help laughing at Candy, whose drool had already formed a string. She was still so little that he did not dare feed her Braised Pork, nor did he dare give her greens or bean sprouts.

"I'll make you some Millet Porridge tomorrow, okay?" Mo Jingchun teased with a smile.

As for whether his Younger Sister could understand him, Mo Jingchun truly had no idea.

She probably understood, though. The Little One had opened her mouth and smiled.

After wiping away his Younger Sister's drool, Mo Jingchun placed the Milk Bottle back into Candy's little hands.

This time, she was very well-behaved. Imitating Mo Jingchun, the Little One gulped down the milk in big mouthfuls.

That night, by the time Mo Jingchun had tidied up the room and unpacked everything from the suitcase, it was already nine fifteen without him realizing it.

When he looked over at the Baby Carriage, which had been quiet for a long time, his Younger Sister Candy had already fallen asleep there, reclining in her seat. No wonder he had not heard the Little One fussing behind him for so long.

"Forget it. I won't bathe her today." Looking at his sleeping Younger Sister, Mo Jingchun shrugged.

Better not wake her up. Otherwise, who knew how late into the night the Little One would keep making a fuss before she was willing to sleep again.

Mo Jingchun gently lifted his Younger Sister from the Baby Carriage, carried her to the bed, and covered her with a blanket.

After rushing around all day, Mo Jingchun was feeling rather tired too. He did not even turn on his computer, simply showering and going straight to bed.

"Good Night, baby."

In Gao City, Chen Junqiang had just returned home from the station. The moment he saw the table full of dishes, the exhaustion throughout his body vanished without a trace.

From the bedroom came a woman in pink Pajamas, her figure slightly plump, walking out with a yawn.

"Wife, you're still awake?"

"No. That little brat insisted on going out to play. I finally got him to sleep after coaxing and tricking him for ages."

Chen Junqiang chuckled. Children were better off being lively.

"Wife, you've worked hard. Come here, give me a hug."

"Go, go, go. You Old Man, who wants a hug from you?" Yang Yunhui spoke as though she were refusing, but her body was more honest, and her heart was sweet with delight.

At the dining table, Yang Yunhui drank water while Chen Junqiang ate across from her, praising her from time to time.

"Wife, I think your Cooking Skills have improved quite a bit. You could open a little restaurant."

"Keep blowing smoke. I can't fly anyway at this weight. And don't tell me you didn't notice the spinach was a little salty."

Chen Junqiang raised his brows, seeming as if he truly had not noticed. "Was it? No."

Yang Yunhui shot Chen Junqiang, who was still putting on an act, a glance and said casually, "Ever since I had general anesthesia, my memory hasn't been very good. I put salt in the spinach twice tonight."

"Yes, the reason the plate of spinach still looks full is because Son and I each only took one bite." As she spoke, Yang Yunhui raised the glass in her hand.

"This is already the third glass of water I've poured myself tonight."

"So, my dear husband, would you like a glass too?"

Chen Junqiang licked his lips and silently nodded.

"That would be splendid."

After Yang Yunhui returned from pouring him water, Chen Junqiang told her about spending 500 yuan while on duty at the station that day, as well as Mo Jingchun's situation, while continuing to eat.

After Chen Junqiang finished, he carefully watched the changes in his Wife's expression from the corner of his eye. Yang Yunhui merely continued drinking water calmly and remained silent for a long while.

"What are you looking at me for? Do you think I'd argue with you over something like this?"

"Of course not." Chen Junqiang smiled awkwardly, though he breathed a sigh of relief inside. "It's just that you control the household finances. I figured 500 isn't much, but it isn't little either, so I had to let you know."

Yang Yunhui glanced at Chen Junqiang. "Hmph. Good that you know."

"But you too—when you questioned that child, he must have felt awful. Couldn't you have been a little more tactful?" Yang Yunhui was a mother herself, and she hated seeing things like this most.

"You know me. That's just how I talk."

"Hmph. I know that all too well. You're the number one straight man in the world. I really don't know what I saw in you back then."

"Hehe. #^_^#"

In the early morning, sunlight had already streamed through the window onto the bed. Still dreaming, Mo Jingchun felt as though he were drowning, struggling to breathe. His neck felt as though countless ants were constantly crawling over it. When it finally reached a breaking point, Mo Jingchun, lying flat on the bed, awoke from his dream, his eyes flying open as he gasped for air.

On the silent bedroom bed, two pairs of eyes stared wide-eyed at each other.

At that moment, Mo Jingchun finally understood the cause of his nightmare. His Younger Sister Candy, who weighed over twenty pounds, was currently sprawled across his chest, and her chubby little hands had just been fiddling with his neck.

She really was his biological Younger Sister.

With a resentful look, Mo Jingchun tucked the Little One beneath the covers and pulled out his phone from beside the bed.

"It's already eight thirty? No wonder."

Not even bothering to brush his teeth or wash his face, Mo Jingchun scrambled out of bed and immediately prepared a bottle of milk for his Younger Sister Candy.

"Candy, hold this."

With the Milk Bottle, Candy no longer clung to Mo Jingchun. She sat quietly on the bed and drank her milk alone, but her eyes never left him.