In the afternoon, Nie Qingyue woke up half an hour earlier than usual. When she went to check on the two little ones in the next room, she overheard this strange conversation inside:
"Let's have a showdown!" The atmosphere was fierce and full of energy.
"Boy, this isn't a contest, it's about making you call me 'mother'." The gentle, mellow voice was full of patience.
"A contest." Their energy remains undiminished.
"...It's Mother." He proceeded calmly and methodically.
"Compete." The words were clear, resonant, and forceful.
"Mother." Her voice grew even calmer and gentler.
"Let's have a showdown!"
"..."
The room fell completely silent. Nie Qingyue was so trying to suppress her laughter that she was practically injuring herself. She could already imagine how interesting Yan Shu's squinting expression must be.
Just as she was about to step inside, a heartfelt, childish cry suddenly came from inside the room: "Father."
Nie Qingyue stopped abruptly, just as she saw Yan Shu walking quickly out of the room, holding a small wooden drum in his hand as a lure.
"Father!" The affectionate calls from behind continued.
"Husband, don't take the child's toys." Nie Qingyue didn't laugh; she swore she had never been such a virtuous wife and loving mother before.
Part Three - The First Time Being Seduce by Someone Other Than the Madam
The incident occurred when Yan Xiaoci was one and a half years old, and Yan Xiaohuan had just started to go from babbling to speaking incoherently.
Since Yan Xiaoci had maintained this quiet and obedient (silent) state for eighteen months, Nie Qingyue decided to intensify her training. So, the half hour before her afternoon nap every day became a mandatory course for little Yan Xiaoci to learn to speak.
The arrangement of the instructors is very simple: one person takes turns teaching for one day.
The problem was, after trying for many days without success, Nie Qingyue gave up and said, "I want to go back to my room to sleep."
"Teach her before you sleep." Yan Shu calmly pulled her back to the child's bedside.
"I was wide awake all night yesterday." He continued shamelessly.
Yan Shu raised an eyebrow thoughtfully: "I assure you, my wife, that you will sleep very well tonight."
Nie Qingyue choked, regretting her actions. After a long while, she smiled sweetly, leaned over and kissed Yan Shu on the cheek, "Husband..."
He found it amusing: "You're a mother now, but you don't act like one at all."
Nie Qingyue didn't speak, but looked over with her bright little eyes. "Go ahead." He pulled the person who was about to slip away back into his arms, stole a kiss, and then let her go.
When he turned around, he saw two little ones who should have been focused on their new toys staring at him with their big, dark eyes.
Yan Shu suddenly decided on the content of the two little ones' first lesson in life: Do not look at what is improper.
He pulled out the colorful flour figurine that Nie Qingyue had bought on the street that morning from his sleeve and waved it in front of Yan Xiaoci. Xiaoci stared in amazement, her little mouth slightly open. She dropped the small flower drum in her hand and wobbled as she reached out to grab it.
He quickly withdrew, smiling gently and harmlessly: "Just say the word and I'll give it to you." Although Xiao Ci didn't speak, her comprehension was just as good as Xiao Huan's. Their requirements were really low; just one word would do, even calling someone a cat or a dog would be fine.
Yan Xiaoci remained silent, completely absorbed in following the colorful flour figure. Yan Xiaohuan sat to the side, calling out "Daddy, Daddy," protesting why he didn't have a new toy.
Doctor Yan was overwhelmed, feeling that no difficult or complicated case had ever tested his brain like this. Suddenly, a small, wet touch landed on his face, soft and with a faint milky scent.
He looked up and saw Yan Xiaoci standing on the bed, supporting his shoulder. She slowly pulled her head away from him, which had leaned in to kiss him. Her clear, pure eyes stared at him innocently, blinking gently, occasionally glancing at the flour-covered figure he had pulled away.
He paused slightly, then obediently handed the flour figurine to Yan Xiaoci's small hand, ignoring even Yan Xiaohuan's increasingly loud protests.
Yan Xiaoci happily took it and plopped back on the bed to study it by herself. Every day, she was bothered by her chattering older brother and tempted by her parents with different kinds of toys. Was it easy for her, a little kid?