The Villainess is Three and a Half Years Old - Chapter 70.2

After a brief moment of contemplation, Ye Yaya ran to the door and stared blankly at it for a long time after they had left. Then, she turned and rushed to the window, tiptoed to look down. Shen Zhou and Ye Qinghe stood side by side, while three familiar figures gradually disappeared as they walked farther away through the community, eventually becoming a tiny dot that vanished completely.

“I’m off to school too.”

Shen Ran’s soft call came from behind, followed by the sound of the door closing.

She clung to the window, her cheeks that were covered by the mask showed an undisguised sadness.

Ye Yaya was used to having her brothers around. Their sudden departure left her feeling profoundly lonely. Like a stone, she remained still by the window, not even blinking her eyes, despite no longer being able to see their figures. Her small silhouette was filled with solitude and desolation.

As Ye Yaya was lost in her solitary thoughts, her rear end received a gentle nudge.

She didn’t budge.

“What, have you turned into a stone statue?” Ye Linchuan quipped. “Come and have your meal.”

Ye Yaya’s small face was pressed against the window, her chubby cheeks squished together.

“You’re quite a bother, aren’t you? They’re just going to school. Is that such a big deal?” Ye Linchuan lost his patience, picked up Ye Yaya, and placed her in the highchair designated for meals. In front of her was a bowl of rice porridge, adorned with a few green vegetable leaves and carrot cubes.

Due to her illness, Ye Yaya had lost her appetite. She casually glanced at the rice porridge, and the lack of interest was evident as she leaned toward the edge of the chair, wanting to play with her building blocks. Before her toes could touch the ground, she felt a tug on the back of her collar.

She looked up, meeting Ye Linchuan’s gaze.

“Time to eat.”

Two words carried a commanding tone.

“Ya Ya doesn’t want to eat,” Ye Yaya looked at the rice porridge again, her disdain apparent.

The doctor had previously mentioned that sick children tend to be picky eaters, so Ye Linchuan had mentally prepared for this. He fetched a small stool and sat down across from her, picked up the bowl and spoon, cooled it slightly, scooped up a small spoonful, and brought it close to her lips. “Open up, little one.”

The term “little one” delighted Ye Yaya, leaving her feeling content.

She opened her mouth and obediently took a bite.

The rice porridge was something Ye Linchuan had learned from a parenting blogger. It was simple to make and easy to learn from just one glance.

“Not tasty,” Ye Yaya fiddled with the owl figurine on the dining table, turned her head away, refusing to eat.

“Be good, just take a bite,” Ye Linchuan turned the bowl and positioned the spoon closer to her. In order to coax a child to eat, his tone had become much gentler.

Ye Yaya’s lips were pressed tightly, and her fingers couldn’t resist reaching for the chickenpox on her face.

“Don’t scratch it,” Ye Linchuan watched as the untouched rice porridge sat in the bowl. His eyes glimmered as an idea struck him.

“Ya Nainai.”

Ye Yaya raised her head.

“Just eat ten spoonfuls, then you can play,” Ye Linchuan instructed.

“Ten spoonfuls?”

“Yes, ten spoonfuls.” Ye Linchuan placed the bowl on the table. “You eat, and I’ll count for you.”

Ten spoonfuls.

Ye Yaya extended ten fingers and counted them off one by one. Suddenly, she realized that ten spoonfuls weren’t all that much. Gripping the small spoon, she scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge and brought it to her mouth.

“One spoonful.”

One down, nine to go. Ye Yaya scooped up another spoonful.

“Two spoonfuls…” Ye Linchuan counted diligently.

With her cheeks puffed, Ye Yaya’s adorable manner of eating resembled a cute little hamster. Finally reaching the fifth spoonful, Ye Linchuan deliberately knocked down a decoration on the table, prompting Ye Yaya to lower her head and look around. She stooped to pick up the cute owl and placed it back beside her bowl.

“Keep going, just six more to go,” Ye Linchuan gazed at her, counting slowly. “Now it’s four spoonfuls.”

Ye Yaya didn’t realize anything was amiss. She patted her plump belly, then scooped up a full spoonful of rice porridge, following Ye Linchuan’s rhythm and saying, “Four.” She ate with determination, and the rice porridge in the bowl rapidly diminished.

“Four minus two equals what?” Ye Linchuan asked.

Without hesitation, Ye Yaya answered, “Equals two.”

“Good, eight more spoonfuls to go.”

“Eight more spoonfuls…” Ye Yaya echoed Ye Linchuan’s rhythm, starting from the third spoonful, finally counting up to ten, the bowl now nearly empty. Her stomach was uncomfortably full, and she put down the spoon, feeling something was off.

Ye Linchuan, adjusting his breathing, closed his eyes and turned his stiff neck, trying to relax. His gaze locked onto the fingernail, ready for a second attempt.

Ding dong.

The doorbell suddenly rang.

Ye Linchuan’s whole being sagged.

“Who’s that?” His brows furrowed, his tone unfriendly. He muttered as he walked towards the door, “Who’s here in the middle of the day?”

Outside stood Xia Yu and Xu Mingyi.

Yè Línchuān hadn’t expected these two individuals to come, and he was immediately taken aback.

In the scorching heat of midsummer, Yè Línchuān was at home wearing only a sleeveless undershirt, with a pair of flip-flops on his feet. The shorts he had on were purchased on a detour through the vegetable market for twenty yuan each, and they felt exceptionally comfortable on him.

The two individuals outside the door stared blankly at the former boss for quite a while before snapping out of their daze.

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