CHAPTER 450: 222. AT THAT TIME, MR. MU HAD JI IN HIS HEART.

After dinner, Pea started to fuss.

Maybe because she had just arrived here at noon, everything was new, and with Jiu Jiu and Barton accompanying her, she didn’t realize her mother had gone.

For most of the day, she was well-behaved and easy to care for.

The night always silently steals away the sense of security from humans, even Pea, who is four months old, is no exception.

At first, she only cried intermittently, but it later developed into wailing cries, big tears streaming from her eyes, and her cheeks flushing red.

Jiu Jiu rarely had such situations, and Nan Wan was somewhat at a loss.

He could only hold Pea and walk back and forth in the nursery, heartbroken seeing Pea crying breathlessly.

After taking the handkerchief handed by the maid, he gently wiped the tears off her little face while softly comforting her, "An Ge, darling, your mother also misses you. Knowing you’re crying will surely make her even sadder."

The bond between mother and child is strong. When Jiu Jiu coughs a few times, she would lose sleep at night, worrying.

Ji Wanxia now, must be having a hard time.

Pea cried even more fiercely, her throat turned hoarse, and Jiu Jiu also slowly puckered his lips, like he was affected by his sister’s sad emotions, the usually quiet Jiu Jiu began to cry too.

If one isn’t soothed, then the other starts as well, the nursery was thrown into chaos.

Nan Wan’s mind buzzed, he could only hold Pea close as he walked to the bedside, freeing a hand to soothe his son.

Helpless yet heartbroken, "Jiu Jiu, your sister is younger than you, it’s normal for her to cry a bit. Why are you joining in? If you keep crying, Mom will be really upset."

As if he understood her words, Jiu Jiu actually stopped, though he was still sniffling from his earlier crying.

Then he slowly crawled to the bedside, gently patting his sister’s back, showing a little adult demeanor.

Nan Wan breathed a sigh of relief, ruffled her son’s hair, "So good."

Pea lied softly in Nan Wan’s arms, resting only when tired from crying, but once her breathing eased a bit, she started crying again, though her voice was hoarse, her cries were low, but the tears never stopped.

The room was well soundproofed. Mu Jin Huan was handling business in the study, the two rooms were located at opposite corners of the second floor.

Separated by a hallway and two doors, almost no sound could be heard.

The lively little darling of the afternoon had now turned into a tearful mess, even the maid felt heartbroken watching, "Madam, have a rest, let me soothe her."

Nan Wan shook her head, "It’s fine, you go and prepare a bottle of milk."

The maid nodded, as she reached the door she suddenly remembered something, "Before Miss Ji left, she left a box. I’ll go see if there are any toys An Ge used to have in it, something familiar might comfort her."

Nan Wan’s mind was all on Pea, somewhat absent-minded, "Hmm, go take a look."

One maid stayed in the nursery to look after Jiu Jiu, as another went downstairs, first preparing a bottle of formula to bring upstairs, then heading to the guest room.

The box was small, containing only a few children’s clothes, nothing else.

"Ah, Miss Ji has such a carefree heart..." the maid shook her head and sighed softly, tidying up and putting the contents back into the box.

Suddenly something unknown fell to her feet, the maid looked down, it was only thumb-sized, with a metal outer shell.

After putting the clothes back neatly, she picked it up, muttering in confusion, "Huh? What is this?"

After looking at it for a while without understanding what it was, she brought it to the nursery, walked up to Nan Wan, and said, "Madam, aside from a few clothes in the box, there’s just this."

Nan Wan turned around, freeing a hand to take the object handed by the maid.

It’s a voice recorder.

After pressing the play button, Ji Wanxia’s gentle and soft voice slowly filled the room, singing a lullaby that seemed more like telling a story, unbelievably beautiful.

It was like a trickling stream, clear and sweet, peaceful and calm.

Ten minutes later, Pea stopped crying, nestled in Nan Wan’s arms, her small face flushed red, only low sobbing remained.

Nan Wan’s arm was half numb, but he hadn’t moved, and only when Pea fell asleep did he gently put her in the crib.

He held a handkerchief, gently wiping the tear stains on Pea’s cheeks, her delicate features serene and gentle, his voice low like a murmuring drizzle, "An Ge, your mother is thinking of you."

Jiu Jiu also fell asleep, lying beside Pea.

The two little figures shared a crib, covered with the same quilt, their breathing rhythm was also very similar.