In the VIP room on the 8th floor, Ye Qichen was curled up in bed like a kitten, eyeing a little jar on the pillow. He didn't even blink his eyes as he gazed at the jar, his lush lashes curled up beautifully.
There was a white tablet in the little jar he cherished so dearly. He just looked at it with a sweet, silly expression the whole time.
He would pick it up once in a while and take the little tablet out, but he wouldn't bear to eat it. Then, after looking at it for a while, he would put it back into the jar.
He was counting down to when Qiao Nian would come again.
It had been almost a full day, and she hadn't come yet.
Ye Qichen sat up with furrowed brows on his little face. He thought about his performance that day.
Perhaps he wasn't obedient enough.
His eyes dimmed a little as he picked up the jar. He felt worse by the minute as he thought about how it was probably his fault that Sister Qiao Nian did not want to come and see him.
Then, the door opened. He turned around to see his uncle carrying Qiao Nian in.
Ye Qichen practically jumped off his bed as the look of self-reproach dispersed. His beautiful eyes lit up and he beamed widely, unable to contain his excitement. He called out, "Sister!"
Ye Wangchuan glanced at him and said quietly, "Not so
loud.'
He said to the child, "She's tired, Chen Chen. Could you let her have your bed so she can sleep for a while?"
Qiao Nian rubbed her temple as she struggled to get down. She said hoarsely, "No need, I don't need to sleep. Just let me rest on the couch there."
Ye Wangchuan narrowed his eyes and did not respond.
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