While Ye Qingju was engrossed in conversation with An De, the two chatting more and more easily, the previously drowsy Sun Wenjuan suddenly jerked awake.
“Oh no—the kids are still at kindergarten!”
Ye Qingju froze for a beat—then her face fell.
The time. Kindergarten had long since let out.
She’d forgotten to pick up Qi Xinian.
With a sharp intake of breath, Ye Qingju shot to her feet and motioned for An De to stay seated. “My bad—I got way too caught up in the conversation and totally lost track of time. I’ll go pick him up. Auntie Sun still has half a bottle of IV left.”
“I’m so sorry to trouble you,” Sun Wenjuan said, full of guilt.
Ye Qingju gave her a warm smile—but the second she stepped outside the room, the smile vanished.
Damn. She remembered now— She’d arrived at the hospital in an ambulance, which meant she’d left her Mini parked back at the kindergarten entrance.
She scratched her head. Too late to go back now. I’ve already said I’d pick him up. May as well just hail a cab.
She got in the elevator, headed downstairs. Just as she turned the corner—
“Mr. Qi!” A familiar voice called out in surprise.
Ye Qingju froze mid-step.
【Qi Weiran is here!? What happened—did I hit the jackpot again today!?】
Qi Weiran, who’d been walking ahead without so much as glancing around, came to a halt.
Yi Bingmei lit up instantly, mistaking his pause for a reaction to her presence.
“Mr. Qi, what a surprise running into you here!” “I’ve been interning at this hospital for a while—I didn’t realize you were the one who came in today.”
Her tone made it sound like this was some purely coincidental encounter, as though she hadn’t meticulously engineered every step.
Ye Qingju silently rolled her eyes. If Yi Bingmei is a transmigrator, she must’ve been an award-winning actress in her last life.
【Give me a break. Qi Weiran, wake up—she didn’t study nursing for the noble cause of saving lives. She just wants to be your full-time caretaker in the future.】
【Seriously though, this poor guy... No one around him genuinely loves him. It’s all about that inheritance.】
Beautiful, talented, and tragically unloved™ Qi Weiran: “......”
He bent down to pat the little dumpling’s head and pointed toward the wall where Ye Qingju was still hiding. “Want to go check it out? I think there’s a surprise waiting.”
The little dumpling’s eyes lit up. He grabbed An Zuoran and ran over.
“Is it Dyna?” (t/n: "Dyna" refers to Ultraman Dyna, a popular Japanese superhero character. Children often idolize Ultramen in Asian pop culture.)
And then, bam—he looked up and locked eyes with Ye Qingju, who was lurking behind the wall like a guilty cat.
Ye Qingju flashed a wide grin, baring her teeth. “Too bad—I’m not Dyna. I’m the Mother of Ultramen.”
Qi Xinian: “......No wonder Dyna doesn’t want to come to Earth.”
Ye Qingju was just about to sass back, when a pair of shiny, custom-made Italian dress shoes stepped into view.
She looked up again—and the mischievous glint in her eyes softened into mist. Her gaze brimmed with affection as she said:
“Sir… did you come because you were worried about me?”
【Yo. Old man.】
Qi Weiran completely ignored her.
Instead, he turned to the hospital director walking alongside him and said: “Get me an ophthalmologist.”
Ye Qingju’s smile vanished.
【You went blind behind my back!? Can you still see the name on your will or not!?】
Qi Weiran immediately regretted coming.
Why did I even show up? What am I doing here, chasing death like it’s a goal?
Ye Qingju almost raised her hand and waved it in front of his face to test whether he could still track movement.
The people around them had all heard his request for an eye doctor, and their expressions varied wildly.
Only Qi Xinian stayed calm. “Uncle, is something wrong with your eyes?” he asked directly.
Ye Qingju shot him a discreet thumbs-up. That’s how you ask a question.
If it were her, she would've gone straight for: “Are you going blind or something?”
Qi Weiran patted his head again. “Just a routine check-up.”
Ye Qingju immediately let out a choked sob. “You scared me half to death! I thought your eyes were acting up because you couldn’t bear to look at me anymore.”
【That’s right—I’m the tragic heroine here. Your line’s next, Qi Weiran! Where’s your cold, heartless, emotionally-withholding 'Get out'?】
Qi Weiran: “...Oh.”
Ye Qingju: “...?”
There it is. I knew it. This man’s been trying to get under my skin on purpose lately!
Later, after she sent An Zuoran off to his family and stepped out of the patient ward, Ye Qingju opened her phone, planning to go look for Qi Weiran. But the moment the screen lit up—
She let out a sharp, dry laugh.
Today’s top trending topic: #Qi Weiran Admits Eye Disease Caused by Ye Qingju#
Every comment was a variation of “drag her.”
“Ye Qingju, have you no shame? If I were you, I’d stay quiet. You can’t have kids, you don’t clean, and yet you still cling to a man?”
“If anything happens to my husband’s eyes, Ye Qingju, I swear I’ll bury you with him!”
“LMAO, who hurt you? Bury her like this is some dramatic dog-blood novel?”
Ye Qingju rolled her eyes and turned off her phone.
Whether Qi Weiran’s eye issue was related to her—she didn’t know.
What she did know was that a lot of people were catching red-eye disease because of her.
She made her way to Qi Weiran’s private suite.
At Xiao Jiji’s reminder, she didn’t go in immediately. Instead, she pressed herself to the wall just outside the room to eavesdrop.(t/n: “Xiao Jiji” refers to Ye Qingju’s internal turtle system spirit, who helps her navigate this transmigration world.)
The two bodyguards stationed at the door exchanged looks.
“...Are we invisible?”
Still, neither one made a move to stop her. After all, this sneaky woman was technically their boss’s legally registered wife.
She couldn’t see much from her spot by the door, but Ye Qingju could vaguely hear voices inside.
Excluding the doctor’s deeper voice, there was a clear, gentle female voice—and the sweet, soft tones of a child.
“Qi Xinian, are you waiting for Ye Qingju?”
“Let me tell you a little secret—she actually hates kids. Back in the day, she used to hit children when she was in a bad mood.”
“Is she only nice to you when Mr. Qi is around?”
Yi Bingmei kept glancing toward the adults behind her, but they seemed too focused on Qi Weiran to notice her.
She leaned in closer and hissed, “Stop looking at the door. She doesn’t want you anymore.”
Qi Xinian, who hadn’t paid her any attention up to now, finally turned his head.
Just as Yi Bingmei began to smirk—
He cut her off in a crisp, no-nonsense tone: “Then I’ll make sure she’s held legally accountable!”
That sharp edge in his tiny voice held the unmistakable air of a future corporate overlord. His wings hadn’t fully formed yet—but the pressure was already there.
Yi Bingmei: “...You’re kidding me. What five-year-old talks like that?”
Though the sound was a little muffled, Ye Qingju heard everything clearly—and she couldn’t help cracking up.
“She doesn’t want you anymore.”
That was a cruel line that many kids heard growing up, always thrown out by adults just trying to stir up fear or insecurity.
Given what Qi Xinian had already been through, Ye Qingju knew he was particularly sensitive. That’s why, as early as last year, she’d made a point to prepare him.
She curated a bedtime curriculum—featuring snappy comebacks, emotional defense strategies, and excerpts from 2022’s Common Social Knowledge for Kids.
She hadn’t expected it to come in handy this quickly.
While Ye Qingju was still chuckling—
Something big was brewing on An De’s end.
As soon as he plugged in his dead phone and turned it on, a flood of missed calls came crashing in.
The caller ID on the screen made his pupils contract instantly.
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