Pampered By All In Different Planes

Playing outside in the pouring rain would typically invite strong objections from most as children are fragile, and getting a cold could mean feeling miserable for several days.

Su Zhiruan carried him back and changed Xiangsheng out of his raincoat and into dry clothes, gave him a warm bath, then wrapped him up in a clean bath towel and tucked him into bed after drying his hair.

Throughout, Little Xiangsheng was very excited.

He had never seen rain before, let alone experienced it firsthand, and now his wish had been granted, he was chattering happily after his bath.

"Mommy, Mommy, so this is what rain is like, how magical!"

"Mom, what is snow like, then?"

"Mommy, Mommy, why does it rain?"

Listening to him was like facing a million questions, he mumbled nonstop, expressing immense curiosity about everything.

And she explained everything to him one by one.

Xiangsheng listened with keen interest.

In the end, Su Zhiruan added, "Next year at this time, after the heavy rains are over, we will experience four seasons a year, spring, summer, autumn, winter."

"What are spring, summer, autumn, winter? Is it like it was very, very hot before?" Xiangsheng asked with wide eyes.

As Su Zhiruan heard Wen Qingyu's footsteps at the door, she opened Xiangsheng's arms to towel him off and answered his questions.

"The seasons are magical. In spring, the grass grows and the orioles fly, all things bloom; in summer, the trees provide shade and the sun is blazing. Then comes autumn, which is golden and brings the harvest ripening fully; winter has heavy snow and you can build snowmen and have snowball fights."

After hearing all this from Su Zhiruan, Xiangsheng's eyes filled with anticipation, he blinked and let Su Zhiruan wrap him up, "Mom, I love the life you describe."

"We'll see it very soon." Su Zhiruan picked up the little guy, who cuddled softly in her arms, his soft arms wrapped around her neck, his body smelling sweetly of milk.

The little guy nodded earnestly.

Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu also took baths, and the family of three lay in bed covered in soft blankets.

Wen Qingyu was in charge of telling Xiangsheng bedtime stories.

"Once upon a time, there was a kingdom where a queen gave birth to a princess with jet-black hair and skin as white as snow. So, the king named his daughter Snow White..."

Wen Qingyu's voice was very pleasant; back when he was a star, he began his career as a singer and many people adored his voice.

He told the story vividly, with the big and the small one listening intently, "The magic mirror told the queen to get rid of Snow White, so they sent out a hunter, but the hunter felt that Snow White should not be killed..."

As his story reached the poisoned apple, he heard two gentle breaths.

The big one and the small one were already asleep beside him.

The little one in the middle reached out with his small hands, one pulling on Su Zhiruan's clothes and the other on his pajama shirt, closing his eyes, his plump cheeks rising and falling with his breaths, looking extremely adorable.

Wen Qingyu placed the book on the bedside, his heart brimming with warmth.

Su Zhiruan also slept soundly, her hair scattered on the pillow, her breaths even and light, her sleeping face calm and beautiful, slightly different from her daytime appearance, but he loved both versions of her.

Wen Qingyu made sure both the little guy and Su Zhiruan were covered well with blankets before softly turning off the light and covering himself as well.

In this tiny room, the family of three slept soundly.

Outside the window, the heavy rain continued to fall, beating steadily against the window, the scent of wet soil mixed with the smell of fresh grass in the air, making one want to keep sleeping under the blankets, reluctant to wake up.

For the next few months, their days passed just like this.

Su Zhiruan was experienced in educating a child, having cared for many children before. She was well aware of what children at each stage of development should encounter and understand, and she shared this knowledge with Wen Qingyu as well.

Xiangsheng was the happiest of all; a three-year-old child clings to his parents, especially his mom, and once he started speaking, he was non-stop babbling.

Previously, Su Zhiruan was busy, and more often he followed around Grandpa Wen, Grandma Wen, and his dad.

But now, with both mom and dad by his side, Xiangsheng felt blissfully happy and talked even more.

Su Zhiruan did not stop him from expressing himself; speaking skills are developed through practice.

Beyond that, she began teaching the little guy to read, write, speak a foreign language, and learn life skills and perception skills, as well as emergency responses and self-defense, among other things.