However, he quickly forced himself to suppress this emotion and regained his usual calm demeanor. “Regarding Yangyang’s nanny, next week I’ll take you to report to your company. You can consider it then. You once told me that you wanted to find a sense of accomplishment in your career. Maybe you’ll want to go back to work.”

Is work more important than accompanying a child’s growth? Cheng Yu didn’t think so, but she didn’t argue and silently accepted his arrangement.

That night, Cheng Yu didn’t sleep well. After midnight, she heard a soft sound at the door, and someone entered.

It was Du Lingyun!

Cheng Yu tensed up, her hands clenching under the blanket. She pretended to be asleep but could clearly feel him standing by the bed, silently gazing at her.

His gaze was somewhat tender and somewhat inquisitive.

What did he want to do?

Cheng Yu’s heart was in turmoil, waiting nervously. He just stood quietly by the bed for a long time. Suddenly, a few suppressed coughs sounded in the room.

Was he sick? Did he have a cold?

Another uncontrollable cough, and then the man quietly turned and left, just as he had quietly entered.

Cheng Yu finally let out a sigh of relief.

Although she wanted Yangyang, wanted to be good to him, spoil him, and love him as her own, she didn’t know how to deal with the child’s father.

After her marriage to Deng Ruofan, she no longer had any expectations for so-called marital love. She didn’t think her future life needed a man.

But the reality was, this man was Yangyang’s father.

Could she only want the child and not the child’s father?

Or perhaps, when she had more control over everything, she could convince him to divorce her and give her custody of the child…

Would that be too selfish? Cheng Yu, you’re like a wicked witch trying to kidnap a child!

Cheng Yu felt a chill, and a scene floated into her mind: the man holding an umbrella for her as she cried in the rain, shielding her from the relentless wind and rain.

“Miss, no matter what happened to you, think about the people who care about you. For them… no, more for yourself, you must live well.”

Because of his words, “live well for yourself,” she finally mustered the courage to ask Deng Ruofan for a divorce. Even if her life only had a few months left, she wanted to live without regrets.

It was he who had helped her in her darkest hour.

If possible, she wanted to repay him, at least to make the dark circles under his eyes disappear and see him smile brightly.

Cheng Yu whispered his name in her heart, her eyes staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep for a long time.

After drinking a whole cup of warm water, Du Lingyun finally felt the faint pain in his throat subside.

He returned to the study and lay down on the sofa bed, noticing that the bedding had been changed again. The sheets and blankets smelled fresh, as if they had been dried in the sun.

He turned slightly to the side, half burying his face in the pillow, enjoying the fragrance.

He had once had hopes for this marriage. Initially, he had been attracted to that woman, but his innate rationality told him they were not suitable.

If it weren’t for that night when they both drank too much and had a one-night stand, resulting in her pregnancy, he might not have married her so quickly.

When she found out she was pregnant, she was so happy, urging him to show his sincerity and marry her. But she was the one who regretted it after the wedding.

She found him dull, lacking in charm, and thought married life was not as interesting as she had imagined, incredibly boring.

She couldn’t stand staying at home, always wanting to go out. After she started working, she was like a kite set free, her heart drifting away.

He didn’t blame her and didn’t force her to stay at home playing the role of a virtuous wife and good mother. Everyone has their own pursuits in life, and he understood that.

What he couldn’t understand was, even if she had so many grievances, how could she take it out on her own child?

Yangyang was innocent.

She could blame him, resent him, but she should never hurt Yangyang.

She had crossed his bottom line, and for the first time, he thought about divorcing her.

But now, after the car accident, she had changed.

She was completely different from before.

Could losing one’s memory also change a person’s nature?

Du Lingyun thought about how he had secretly asked Yangyang what his mother had done. Yangyang’s excited and eager expression made his heart soften.

In Yangyang’s words, his mother was like an angel, hugging him, kissing him, singing to him, and playing with him.

“She also said she would never do that to Yangyang again, never make me hurt!” When his son said this with a pure and happy smile, he felt both warmth and pain.

He thought she had truly changed.

This gentle, considerate woman who could make his son happy and carefully lay out sun-dried bedding for him was not like Jian Lanxi.

Du Lingyun thought about this, his consciousness gradually blurring. In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, he saw a beautiful face smiling faintly, with clear, transparent eyes like the purest lake water, gently rippling.

And so he smiled too, in his dream.