The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Chapter 1293 Yun Rui Enchanting: Balance

Yan Wanqing glanced at Gu Yunqian, who was sitting next to her. He was looking at her, his eyes not urging her but encouraging. She took a deep breath and nodded: "I have patience."

William smiled and said, "Then let's start from tomorrow. Come over and chat for an hour every day, just like we are now, talking about the past and the present." He did not mention the word "treatment", but used the most peaceful way to make her accept the upcoming memory recall.

On the way Gu Yunqian sent Yan Wanqing back to the hospital, soothing piano music was playing in the car.

Yan Wanqing leaned against the car window, looking at the street lights gradually lighting up outside, and suddenly said, "Thank you."

Gu Yunqian tightened his grip on the steering wheel without looking back: "It's not too late to say thank you when you remember everything."

When Su Xingya put the last bone china cup into the sterilizer, the wall clock had just struck ten.

The glass door reflected the living room behind her - the light gray sofa was covered with a cashmere blanket she had knitted herself, and the celadon vase on the coffee table was filled with fresh snow willows. Every detail exuded a sense of stability and warmth.

Before I knew it, I had been living a peaceful life for so long. I became a curator, inherited everything from Su Jingyi, and had a successful career and a happy family.

But the house is empty, and I feel bad!

She was watering the plants when she heard the sound of keys turning in the entrance hall.

Gu Yunqian's footsteps were heavier than usual, carrying the chill of the outdoors and the faint smell of disinfectant. "Are you back?"

She turned around and saw that he had taken off his suit jacket and it was draped over his arm, with the cufflinks pinned to his collar half-askew - this was the state he would be in when he was extremely tired.

"Yeah, I just came from the hospital." Gu Yunqian took the warm water she handed him and drank most of the cup with his Adam's apple rolling.

The coolness of the glass couldn't dispel the redness in his eyes. "Yan Wanqing had her first memory training session today, and she's doing pretty well."

Su Xingya's fingers paused lightly on the handle of the watering can.

This was the fifth day in a row that Gu Yunqian had mentioned this name. They had chatted about work and the Gu family before, but no other name had ever appeared in their casual conversations so frequently, carrying such unusual weight as "Yan Wanqing."

Su Xingya watched him staring at the void outside the window, and suddenly remembered that when she went to the art exhibition last week, she met the gossipy wife of her partner.

The other person took her hand and said in an ambiguous tone: "Mrs. Gu, is there something wrong with Mr. Gu's health? Some people see him going to the hospital every day. I have a folk remedy..."

She didn't hear the rest of the words, but she felt that the spotlights in the exhibition hall suddenly became dazzling.

Having slept in the same bed for so long, Su Xingya knew that there was nothing wrong with Gu Yunqian's body, but she had to learn about her husband's movements from outsiders. It would be a lie to say that Su Xingya could control herself and not think too much!

"Would you like a cup of hot milk?" She turned and walked towards the kitchen, trying to hide her mood with busyness.

There was still half a carton of fresh milk left in the refrigerator, which she had specially prepared for him that morning - he had been suffering from insomnia recently, and hot milk could help him sleep.

"No, I still have some documents to deal with." Gu Yunqian's voice came from behind, "I may be busy until very late tonight."

Su Xingya paused mid-pour, her hand stilled mid-pour. They had a tacit understanding: no matter how busy they were, they would always spend half an hour chatting before bed. This habit had persisted since the day they confirmed their relationship.

When she turned around, she saw that Gu Yunqian had already opened his laptop. The blue light of the screen reflected on his face, making him look a little distant.

"Yunqian." She walked over and sat down on the carpet beside him, looking up at him, "Have you been hiding something from me recently?"

Gu Yunqian's fingers paused as he tapped the keyboard. He looked down at her, the fatigue in his eyes gradually replaced by gentleness: "No."

"But you've been avoiding me lately." Su Xingya's voice was very soft, like a feather brushing across her heart. "You go to the balcony when you answer the phone, and your brows unconsciously frown when you see Yan Wanqing's message. I know her matter is very important, but..." She paused, and finally said the words that she had hidden for a long time, "I don't like you like this."

She didn't accuse him, didn't question him, and simply spoke her mind. This was the principle of their relationship—never let suspicion take root.

Gu Yunqian closed his laptop and leaned over to pull her into his arms. The scent of cedar mixed with the smell of disinfectant on his body formed a strange soothing force.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been with you much lately. When I'm done with this busy period, can we take the kids on vacation?" His chin rested on the top of her head, and his voice was apologetic. "Dad is old, and I can't let him worry about everything. Wanqing and Ruixiang have worked with me for so long, and Ruixiang even helped us take care of Yunxi. I just don't want to owe him a favor."

"I know, but I hope you can spend more time with the child. You should also want to hear him call you dad, right?" Su Xingya took a deep breath and finally had to use her son as a shield.

Gu Yunqian tightened his arms and hugged her tighter: "I'm sorry... I didn't keep my balance well and made you emotional." His voice was close to her ear, with unquestionable certainty.

He took her hand and pressed it against his left chest. His heartbeat was steady and strong, like the unshakable foundation between them.

"Are you free tomorrow afternoon?" he suddenly said. "That sugar painting shop we loved when we were kids is still open. Let's go buy a couple of sugar paintings, and by the way... Didn't you say you wanted to see the new sculpture exhibition? It's nearby."

Su Xingya's fingertips curled gently on his warm skin. He was always like this, never using fancy words, but always able to accurately capture her thoughts.

I know she doesn't want to stop it, she just wants to be sure of being valued.

"Okay." She raised her head and pecked him lightly on the chin. "I want to draw a sugar painting of a rabbit."

Gu Yunqian laughed and pinched her cheek with his fingertips: "Greedy, the most I can draw you is a squirrel."

Moonlight streamed in through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor. When Gu Yunqian reopened his laptop, Su Xingya was sitting on the carpet next to him, flipping through the exhibition plan.

When he was taking a break from work, he would reach out and ruffle her hair; when she encountered a design she couldn't decide on, she would hold up her tablet and come over to ask for his opinion.

At one in the morning, Gu Yunqian finally closed his computer. Su Xingya had already fallen asleep on the sofa, still clutching the squirrel-shaped pillow he had given her for her birthday the previous year.

He carefully carried her back to the bedroom, and when he covered her with the quilt, he saw her frown gradually relax.

In the frame on the bedside table was a photo of them taken in Venice: he in a white shirt, she in a floral dress, the two of them standing on a gondola, their eyes curved with smiles.

The edges of the photo have been rubbed a little white, but it still clearly records the tacit understanding that needs no words.

The next afternoon, a long line formed in front of the sugar painting shop. Gu Yunqian stood in the line, while Su Xingya leaned against the old locust tree nearby, looking at his profile, which was slightly shiny in the sun.

An elderly lady passing by smiled and said, "This young man is so nice to his girlfriend that he's willing to wait in such a long line."

Su Xingya couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. Gu Yunqian heard it and turned back to blink at her, like a child who had been praised.

"This is my wife, we were married a long time ago!"

When she got the sugar painting, the squirrel's tail had melted a little from the sun. Gu Yunqian carefully held it with a paper towel and handed it to her: "Eat it quickly, or it will melt."

Su Xingya took a bite, and the sweetness of caramel melted on her tongue.