Chapter 102: Group Exercise

“Yuan-jie, the floor below us is ours!”

Ye Mianmian thought it wouldn’t matter if they disturbed themselves.

“But there’s still a family next door. And if we’re too loud, not just the 20th floor—people further down will hear it too.”

This clearly showed the difference between having kids and not.
If there were children at home, you’d worry about them making too much noise and upsetting the neighbors above or below.

“Ah, you’re right. I totally forgot.”

Ye Mianmian scratched her head sheepishly, a little embarrassed.

“It’s fine, we’ll just be more mindful. Let’s wrap up for now—don’t be late tomorrow.”

After Song Yi spoke, he got up, ready to leave.

Jiang Yuan wouldn’t stay behind by herself, so she stood up too.
“Mianmian, keep an eye on your grandma’s condition. If the fever doesn’t go down, wait at least four hours before giving her another dose.”

“Okay, got it.”

Then she turned to Zhang Kaiyang, “Stay alert tonight. If anything happens, come up and find us.”

“Don’t worry, Yuan-jie, I understand.”

Of course he’d help—they were all living under one roof and saw each other every day.

The two of them said goodbye and headed upstairs.
Jiang Yuan was deep in thought and didn’t notice that Song Yi had already stopped walking ahead of her.

“Whoa, why did you stop?”

She bumped right into him—it was pitch black after all.

“We’re here. I’m opening the door.”

Uh…

“Sorry, I was zoning out and didn’t notice.”

Song Yi opened the door without fuss. As both doors swung open, the faint glow of the reflective tape she had placed in the hallway earlier flickered.

“What were you thinking about just now?”

Huh?

Jiang Yuan scratched her head in embarrassment—was he asking why she bumped into him?

“You’re training us tomorrow, right? I was wondering if there’s a version that works for kids.”

“You mean your daughter?”

“Yeah, she’s too little. Can’t really do much.”

Song Yi nodded and thought for a moment.
“She can still run around a bit with us. That should be fine.”

“True. If she wakes up on her own tomorrow, I’ll bring her along.”

Yes, that was the condition—if her daughter woke up on her own.

Xiao Nuan was her little sweetheart. The weather was cold, and kids usually had a bit of morning crankiness.
Even if she was well-behaved, she was still just a three-year-old. Forcing her to wake up would likely cause a tantrum.
That would do more harm than good.

When she got home, Jiang Xinglin and Qin Yue were still awake—it was clear they were waiting for her.

“How is she?”

“Must’ve gotten chilled—she wasn’t careful before. Now she’s running a 40°C fever.”

Qin Yue sighed, her eyes full of concern.

“Poor old lady, that must be awful. Has she taken medicine?”

“Yeah, she has. Should be fine now.”

“I found some medicine too. I’ll bring it over tomorrow.”

Jiang Yuan looked at the medicine on the table—fever reducers, painkillers, and cold remedies.
They were all unopened, sealed boxes.

Clearly, her mom wasn’t as prepared as Song Yi.

“Mom, it’s okay. Just pack them away for now. Song Yi brought a bunch, and they’re exactly what’s needed.”

“As long as it helps. I was just worried.”

Even though she had never met Grandma Ye, they all knew of each other.
They couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.
And now that they were a team, helping each other was expected.

“Mom, Dad, Grandma Ye getting sick is a good reminder for us too. We have to be careful—it’s freezing out there.”

“Exactly. Oh right, sweetie, you should shower and get to bed. Xiao Nuan is already asleep.”

“Alright. Oh, and Song Yi said tomorrow he’s going to start training everyone. You two should get up early and join us!”

“Sounds good. That young man is solid—physically capable too. It’ll be good to learn from him.”

You could tell Jiang Xinglin admired Song Yi.

Jiang Yuan didn’t linger and went to bed.

The next morning, Xiao Nuan was surprisingly cooperative—she got up early.

Qin Yue cooked dumplings with pork and pickled cabbage stuffing.
The pickled cabbage was homemade, and the flavor was excellent.

Everyone had dumplings and drank the dumpling soup—it warmed their bodies and lifted their spirits.

Ye Mianmian and Zhang Kaiyang arrived on time, even a few minutes early.
They both looked energetic and were dressed in practical workout clothes.

Even Xiao Nuan was dressed in a short down jacket and thick cotton pants, with extra-warm padded shoes.
Qin Yue, still worried, added a pair of earmuffs.

She looked soft, cuddly, and ridiculously cute.

“Mianmian, how’s your grandma?”

“Her fever’s gone down, Yuan-jie. It broke in the middle of the night. I made her some hot soup noodles this morning, gave her medicine, and she went back to sleep.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Sorry for worrying everyone. Oh, is this your little girl, Yuan-jie? She’s absolutely adorable.
Come on, say ‘big sister.'”

Xiao Nuan was a bit shy but not afraid of people. She softly said, “Big sister.”

Zhang Kaiyang wasn’t about to be outdone—he squatted down and offered her a fruit candy.
“Hey sweetheart, say ‘big brother,’ and I’ll give you this, okay?”

The moment Song Yi stepped out, everyone instantly got serious.
Even though Xiao Nuan didn’t say “big brother,” she still got the candy and sweetly thanked him.

She had figured it out—if someone gave her something, she’d accept it. It wasn’t a big deal.

Song Yi looked especially sharp today. He saw that everyone had arrived and was clearly pleased—though he didn’t show it.
His expression remained calm and cool as always.

“Song-ge, what are we doing today?”

Zhang Kaiyang was clearly excited. He even greeted the little dog he brought with him—Little Dot.

Xiao Nuan looked at the big dog curiously, but she was a little scared of its size.
She hid behind Jiang Yuan and didn’t come out.

“So we don’t disturb the neighbors downstairs, let’s keep it quiet. Start by holding a horse stance to warm up.”

“Got it! I learned Taekwondo in college. Like this?”

As he spoke, Zhang Kaiyang started demonstrating.

Song Yi came over to correct him: “Raise your hands a bit. Lower your stance.”

The others started copying, doing their best.

After correcting them one by one, Song Yi paced slowly in front of them, making sure everyone held the position.

“Song-ge, how long do we have to do this?”

Zhang Kaiyang was the first to get tired, but he didn’t dare slack off.

“Half an hour.”

“Half an hour?!”

Jiang Yuan was shocked too. Holding one pose for that long was definitely exhausting.

“We need to push through. If you can’t hold it, take a break—but exercise only pays off when there’s effort.”