Hearing Song Jinhe's gentle voice, Chi Yunqi's fear intensified.
His round, bright little eyes turned even redder.
Song Jinhe kept knocking on the door outside. "Baby, are you awake? Get up quickly and have breakfast."
The knocking sound persisted. Chi Yunqi had no choice but to stutter a reply.
"I... I'm up. I'm washing up. I'll come down right away."
"Okay."
Song Jinhe answered and immediately went downstairs. There was still milk toast frying in the pan for his breakfast.
She got up half an hour earlier this morning just to make breakfast for him.
That little guy would surely be touched when he saw it later.
Little did she know that Chi Yunqi was hiding under the covers, crying because of the nightmare from last night.
This woman was so terrifying.
It would be better if she was as vicious to him as before. A gentle knife could be even more lethal.
He missed his dad a little now, but he couldn't let his dad come back yet.
Otherwise, this woman would surely go crazy once she saw his dad.
After Chi Yunqi finished washing and tidying up, he carried his schoolbag and clattered downstairs. As soon as he did, he noticed Song Jinhe's busy figure in the kitchen.
She was wearing a white casual dress. Her long black hair was loosely pulled up with a shark clip.
Two strands of hair fell on her forehead, giving her an air of laziness.
There was a pink apron in front of her white dress. There was a Peppa Pig pattern on the apron. It was very cute.
Her facial features were small and delicate. Even without makeup, there were no flaws on her face.
Her expression was extremely vivid. There was a faint smile on her lips. She was so gentle and radiant.
She was holding a spatula, turning the toast in the pan. But she was a bit afraid of the hot oil splashing on her.
She kept stretching out and retracting her hand to dodge.
The look in her bright peach blossom eyes was pure, without any trace of other things.
Even Aunt Li, who was standing at the kitchen door, thought that the madam seemed to have really changed, even her aura.
Chi Yunqi just stood there stupidly, his eyes fixed on Song Jinhe.
He was only four years old and didn't understand much.
But he knew that this woman in front of him didn't seem to be faking it.
Her vivid expression and the purity in her eyes couldn't be faked.
Chi Yunqi also felt that she seemed to have really changed.
When Song Jinhe finished plating the two servings of fried butter milk toast and turned around, she finally noticed little Yunqi standing in the living room, looking at her with his schoolbag on his back.
In the whole villa, the kitchen took up quite a large area, about twenty square meters.
The partition between the kitchen and the living room was designed with a floor - to - ceiling window.
So as soon as Song Jinhe turned around, she saw a little bean sprout standing there with a small schoolbag on his back. His big bright eyes were round, and his exposed little arms were chubby.
He was extremely cute.
If she wasn't wearing an apron and holding a spatula, she really wanted to kiss this little guy to death.
It was like God was feeding her with delicious food. She couldn't believe she had given birth to such a cute son.
All of a sudden, Song Jinhe's maternal love was overflowing.
A smile immediately appeared on Song Jinhe's lips. Her eyes sparkled, and her gaze was as gentle as water.
Then she waved the spatula and greeted him with a smile.
Chi Yunqi, who was standing outside, looked even more stunned. She was actually smiling at him while waving a spatula.
In Chi Yunqi's memory, she had never entered the kitchen.
All the cooking was done by the servants and the chef.
She only cared about beauty treatments and her face every day, trying to attract the attention of that man outside.
But now...
Was she still Song Jinhe?
Moreover, that smile on her face was something Chi Yunqi had never seen before.
Everything was so inexplicable.
While he was in a daze, Song Jinhe and Aunt Li had already served the breakfast on the table.
"Yunqi, come here quickly. We only have twenty minutes to eat, or we'll be late."
Chi Yunqi quickly carried his schoolbag and clattered towards the dining room.
He secretly glanced at Song Jinhe's expression out of the corner of his eye. Only when he saw that there was no other abnormality did he carefully climb onto the dining chair.
It was only in recent days that she had allowed him to sit at the table for meals.
He was afraid that a small thing would anger her, and then everything he had now would disappear.
"Eat quickly."
Chi Yunqi's big eyes rolled around. He picked up the fork and began to eat slowly.
Song Jinhe didn't expose him. She knew that her son was very smart.
He definitely hadn't let down his guard against her yet.
However, the future was long. They would gradually get used to each other.
Even Song Jinhe herself was shaking her head while eating the toast. It was so delicious.
She had told Aunt Li last night to soak the toast in milk in advance.
Then when she got up this morning, she just started frying it.
Apart from butter, she didn't add anything else. It was so fragrant that she was almost in a daze.
"How about it, baby? Is it delicious?"
Chi Yunqi's little eyes carefully looked at her and then he nodded.
Although he didn't say a word, nodding was a positive response to her.
Of course, Chi Yunqi was also shocked. She had never entered the kitchen, but the food she cooked was so delicious.
This feeling was still like a dream to Chi Yunqi.
It seemed that once he woke up from the dream, all this would be fake.
All of this was like a gift to him. It was so good that he was afraid to accept it and didn't dare to believe it.
Song Jinhe looked down at her phone and immediately stood up, stuffing the last bite into her mouth.
"Hurry, baby. We're going to be late. Let's go first. We'll eat in the car later."
Song Jinhe casually grabbed a small kraft paper bag beside her and put the remaining toast he hadn't finished eating into it.
Then, in one smooth motion, she picked up Chi Yunqi's schoolbag, held his little hand, and started running outside.
Chi Yunqi was a bit slow to react.
At this moment, all his attention was on their clasped hands.
This was the first time this woman had held his hand since he had memories.
It was only when he sat in the driver's car that Chi Yunqi slowly came to his senses.
She had held his hand and run all the way. When they got in the car, both of them were out of breath.
Song Jinhe immediately handed the kraft paper bag in her hand to him. "Eat quickly, baby."
"Okay."
The car was slowly driving on the road. Song Jinhe then took out the mirror from her bag to check if there were any crumbs on her lips.
She was going to send her son to kindergarten later. She couldn't let him lose face.
Song Jinhe picked a lipstick that was suitable for no - makeup looks and applied it. Then she turned to look at the little guy who had been staring at her.
She asked with a smile, "Is Mom pretty?"