Sabrina takes a swig of milk. “I major in science subjects so I’m not very emotional. I’m willing to believe that Wiphy will get better and better and grandpa, grandma, dad, mum and Quinn will come out of the shadow of the fact that the big brother and Aurelia have died in your companionship.”
Hearing these words, Yaffe is a little shy.
Since she has learned some subtle expression, she knows what Sabrina said is true.
Although she’s happy, she also feels a little ashamed.
She doesn’t want to have a heart-to-heart with Sabrina as she’s just her slight acquaintance. However, Sabrina doesn’t care at all.
Yaffe says, “I feel very confident now. Miracle always exists in medicine. I’ve believed that Wiphy will recover. But what about you? People will know you’re pregnant sooner or later.”
Sabrina sighs and feels hopeless, with her beautiful eyes looking at the snow in the distance. “Yaffe, if you were me, what would you do?”
“As I don’t know the stories behind this, I can’t jump to conclusion.”
“I like that man for a long time, but he loves someone else who is dead now. Ever since that woman died, he hasn’t fell in love with anyone.”
Yaffe asks confusedly, “In that case, why are you pregnant?”
“It was a surprise. He doesn’t know it.”
Yaffe comes to understand. “I can’t give you some advice because I haven’t tried loving someone like this. My ex-boyfriend dumped me and I argued with him right away. I don’t have such tactful love.”
Sabrina laughs softly, “Is that true?”
“Yes. I’ve did many stupid things. My mum always says although I look like a smart person, actually I am dumb.”
“I think so too. You actually talk with me about your ex-boyfriend on the day we meet for the first time.”
Yaffe laughs loudly, “It’s nothing. Quinn knows about it too.”
“How was his expression when he first met your ex-boyfriend?”
“It’s been seven years since my ex-boyfriend and I broke up. So, he isn’t a threat to Quinn. Quinn just looked at him with a defiant air. It was like to say ‘Want to molest my fiancée? Are you tired of living?’ ”
“Ha ha ha…Yaffe, don’t kid with me and make me laugh.” Sabrina is laughing as she is holding her belly.
Yaffe cocks the corner of her mouth, looking at her cellphone. “It’s late now. So we go downstairs to set off some fireworks with Wiphy and you wash and go to bed. As I have three days left before the holiday is over, we can chat then.”
“Why do you have such short holidays?”
“It’s mostly the way in hospitals. Colleagues take turns to spend the Spring Festival.”
“OK. I must have a nice chat with you while you’re on holiday.”
“No problem.”
Yaffe puts away the leftover snacks and goes downstairs with Sabrina, feeling good immediately.
She doesn’t have much uneasiness and faint inferiority.
So what if two people aren’t matched for marriage due to the gap between the financial conditions of two families?
She’s outstanding enough to be in Quinn’s league.
She won’t feel uneasy and inferior.
She must be as persistent as she was before.
**
When she comes back to her and Quinn’s room, he’s just done with taking a bath for Wiphy.
Seeing her pale small face with freeze, Quinn asks, “You have many words to talk with Sabrina?”
“Yes. It’s like she and I are long-lost sisters.”
“It seems that she likes you very much. Otherwise, she seldom talks to people.”
“Rich Man, aren’t you talking about yourself? You seldom speak too. Anne told me that you just threw a contract in front of the opposite party in negotiation and said ‘The profit can be divided into two parts. I take 60% of it while you take 40%. Is that OK?’ No one can sign the contract in this cool way like you.”
Quinn looked at her resignedly. “Do you think it’s possible? Few business people are stupid and wealthy. Even if you think they’re stupid, they just pretend to be like that.”
“Really?”
“Yes. What Anne said only exists in romance dramas and novels, which matches girls’ fantasies. Contracts between small companies must be signed after several negotiations, let alone those between big counterparts. When I sign the contract, all terms are basically settled by the different department managers of both sides. My appearance is just going through the motions. No one will particularly say silly things like ‘ The profit can be divided into two parts. I take 60% of it while you take 40%.’ ”
“My fantasy is broken.”
Quinn puts Wiphy on Yaffe’s thighs. “Put on body lotion for him, then dry his hair.”
“OK.”
Yaffe holds the soft small body with one hand and pulls the drawer of the nightstand with the other to take out the skincare product especially designed for infants.
She can’t help humming a nursery rhyme as she applies the lotion to the body. “Mum always tells me she and dad love me best. But I always don’t get what love is. Dad always tells me he and mum love me best. But I always don’t get what love is. Stay with me if you love me. Kiss me if you love me. Praise me if you love me. Hug me if you love me…”
Wiphy seems to like this nursery rhyme very much, with his brilliant eyes looking at Yaffe.
Seeing this little appearance, Yaffe gently pinches his delicate face.
She has unconsciously paid attention to things about children ever since she had Wiphy beside her.
She has heard many nursery rhymes. But she doesn’t find them pleasant until she sings them.
“Babe, do you like this song?”
Wiphy nods.
“If you like it, you can try singing it.”
Wiphy has no reaction.
Quinn naturally hears Yaffe sing in the bathroom and he unconsciously slows down the movements of bath.
Yaffe pours the lotion and rubs her hands, then she dabs them on Wiphy’s face, hands and feet. She says gently, “Like I said before, you don’t need to meet the demands of me and your dad. You don’t need to go to school, speak and make friends like others. You can do whatever you like. But what your dad and I worry about is whether you can bear a series of symptoms and consequences resulting from you not speaking. Can you understand this?”
Wiphy looks at her calmly and nods, obviously showing seriousness on his small chubby face.
“You’re a very clever and obedient child. I’m glad you can be so close to me. I hope you can become a perfect child. I also want to hear how pleasant your voice is. Babe, when are you willing to speak? It will be better even you utter one word.”
Hearing Yaffe’s soft voice, Quinn thinks it will be soon for him to speak.
He hears an unnatural and childish voice when he’s about to turn on the tap again.
“D-Dad…”
Quinn paused for a while. Suddenly, he feels like thousands of fireworks are burned in his brain.
He gets a bath towel, puts it around his waist and rushes out without caring too much about foams on his body.
Both Wiphy and Yaffe are scared by his appearance.