Pampered By All In Different Planes

Su Zhiruan had no intention of catching up with Su Mingzhu. After she put down the things, she turned and left.

"Wait—" Su Mingzhu suddenly called out, trying to get Su Zhiruan to stop.

But Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu did not look back.

Su Mingzhu bit her lip, mustered her courage, and said loudly, "Su Zhiruan, thank you."

Su Zhiruan continued walking.

"And I'm sorry."

Su Zhiruan paused for a moment but still pushed open the door and walked out.

The apology from Su Mingzhu was not really meant for Su Zhiruan.

The person their family owed the most was the original host.

No matter how they apologized, the original host, and she who had borrowed the original host's body, should not forgive them.

Not all mistakes can be forgiven with an apology, and she was no exception.

Su Mingzhu slowly squatted down, aware of countless gazes on her back, filled with curiosity, confusion, doubt, and other emotions.

In the end, she took the supplies and sullenly returned to her small corner.

Initially, Su's mother thought of playing the emotional card when she saw Su Zhiruan, convinced that Su Zhiruan would not stand by and watch.

But after seeing Su Mingzhu, Su's mother realized she still did not dare to seek Su Zhiruan brazenly.

They were now people from two different worlds.

*

After Su Zhiruan delivered the supplies, the morale of the survivors had visibly risen. If they could endure a few more months, they could return to their previous lives.

This news was like seeing a speck of light in the dark night. Though insignificant, it brought immense hope.

Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu stayed at home with their child.

The little one was growing quickly, and he had shot up a lot just before his fourth birthday.

Su Zhiruan had put up a height-measuring sticker at home, a yellow giraffe, and every day Little Xiangsheng would run over, stretch out his hand, and read his height from the numbers above.

"Mommy, mommy, when I grow taller and grow up, I'll cook delicious meals for you and daddy and tell you stories," Xiangsheng imagined the future after measuring his height, snuggled in Su Zhiruan's embrace, "and I'll also buy you beautiful dresses and necklaces."

"Then daddy and mommy will look forward to it," Su Zhiruan held the wriggling little guy in her arms, her head leaning on Wen Qingyu's shoulder.

"Daddy, mommy," after he talked a lot, he suddenly stopped, pointing at the yellow giraffe height-measuring sticker, he asked, "Is that the child of a giraffe?"

There were four giraffes on the sticker, two on the left and two on the right, with the tallest one marked with length measurements, while the smallest two huddled together smiling.

"Yes, they are the giraffe family," Su Zhiruan looked up and gently explained to him.

Xiangsheng blinked and nodded his head, then dove back into Su Zhiruan's arms, his voice muffled.

"Mommy, I want a sister."

At that phrase, Su Zhiruan almost stumbled.

Wen Qingyu promptly caught her.

"You want a sister?" he mused, wrapping his arm around Su Zhiruan.

The little guy nodded vigorously, "I want a sister, a polite and pretty sister, so I can dress her up and play with her together, and I can also tell her stories."

"Wife..."

Watching the little guy hop out of her embrace, babbling childishly.

Meanwhile, the man beside her started to get mischievous, and Su Zhiruan promptly jabbed Wen Qingyu with her hand.

After Xiangsheng said a lot, he felt even more the desire for a sister.

So, he pitifully lay next to the giraffe, gazing at the two little giraffes.

"I can actually understand his thinking," Wen Qingyu fiddled with her fingers, leaning back on her shoulder as he explained, "Other kids his age would be in kindergarten by now, surrounded by a few peers to play with, but our son has never had contact with children his age."

Su Zhiruan looked at Xiangsheng reaching out to touch the giraffe sticker, and suddenly her heart filled with compassion.

What Wen Qingyu said, she was not unaware of.

As a mother, she knew all the little thoughts in her child's growth.

Sometimes, she even felt like she owed her child.

From birth, in the midst of intense heat, she and Wen Qingyu had to manage the base, always very busy, so their son spent more time with Grandfather and Grandmother Wen. Yet, he never showed dissatisfaction, only trying to cling to her whenever possible.

As he grew older, especially by the age of three, he was supposed to be making friends with children his age to play, but he was trapped in this house, keeping company with his parents. There were no other children his age nearby; apart from him, the youngest child in the base was already eight years old.