I almost touched the moon

When he returned to the ward, Wen Song saw Wen Yiheng sitting at the coffee table eating sago pudding. The two servings of coconut milk sago pudding that Cheng Che brought were almost gone.

Seeing Wen Song, she waved and said hello, and then said, "The sago made by Cheng Che is really delicious, not bad."

"You ate it all?!" Wen Song was speechless, "He brought two portions, one for me!!"

"Yes, it's so delicious that I ate it all." Wen Yiheng said nonchalantly, "Is there any problem? If you like, go home and ask him to cook it for you."

"No, this is what my husband did for me!" Wen Song protested, "You like your boyfriend to do it for you."

After hearing her words, Wen Yiheng almost spit out the sago he had just eaten. He looked at Wen Song with disbelief and disgust and said, "Listen to what you just said. I should have recorded it for you. My husband did this for me~~Where did you learn this kind of wifely speech? It disgusts me to death."

"I'm just stating the facts." Wen Song said unhappily, "Whether he made it or not, you shouldn't have eaten it all and left nothing for me."

"So annoying!" Wen Yiheng pretended to be angry, took out his phone and transferred some money to Wen Song, saying, "Consider it as buying it from you, okay, that's enough, Professor Iseylia."

"Do you want more?" Wen Song looked at the 1 Swiss francs that were credited to his account and immediately smiled. "Two bowls are not enough. Here are two bowls of bird's nest. You ate them all. Dr. Lucille, do you need anything else? I'm happy to serve you."

"No need for that, you're just a black shop." Wen Yiheng joked, "I should report all of you."

"Why doesn't your boyfriend come to see you?" Wen Song poured some red wine into the glass and asked while drinking.

"Which boyfriend?" Wen Yiheng asked back.

"The handsome boy who went to Tanzania with you before." Wen Song was even more speechless, "Changed again?"

"Elliott?" Wen Yiheng thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "We broke up. He crossed the line and was crazy enough to propose to me."

“Oh, yeah, exactly.”

Wen Song did not comment again. He glanced at the time, stretched himself and said, "I'm going to take a shower. Forget about the morning class today. After class, I have to go to a meeting and correct students' papers. It's a lot of things. I'm exhausted. I don't want to live anymore..."

"Just die." Before Wen Song could finish, Wen Yiheng said the rest for her, "You have completed your KPI for wanting to die today. You can go take a shower now."

After taking a shower, Wen Song returned to the sofa bed and lay down, curled up in the quilt and chatting with Cheng Che. He felt that the light in the ward was a bit dim, so he turned on the infinite light on the side.

"Don't turn on that light." Wen Yiheng stopped him immediately, "I have a psychological trauma against this kind of strong cold light."

Wen Song quickly turned off the lights, and saw that Cheng Che had posted a selfie of him and Cece. He imitated Cece's coquettish tone and said, "We are going to bed, good night, Mom."

Under the warm light, Cheng Che's eyebrows and eyes were particularly soft and handsome, making her want to kiss him even through the screen.

[Good night.] Wen Song also smiled, [Mom misses Cece and Dad, you have to be good, miss u]

Cheng Che immediately replied, "I'm very good, don't worry, sister. Go to bed early. Mom's surgery tomorrow will be smooth, don't worry."

Wen Song looked at his message, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised. Wen Yiheng noticed her expression and couldn't help but teasing: "Are you chatting with Cheng Che?"

"Yeah, how do you know."

"I can tell from your smiling face." Wen Yiheng looked at Wen Song and felt relieved. "He is very good. You didn't choose the wrong person."

"We are planning to hold the wedding on March 3th next year. You can come," Wen Song asked. "In Fussen."

"It should be possible..." Wen Yiheng thought for a moment and replied, "It seems that there is nothing to worry about at the moment. A few days ago, Cheng Bowen called me and asked me when I would be free to have dinner with you, Cheng Che, him, and Cheng Che's mother."

"His father mentioned it to Che before." Wen Song yawned and said, "I felt embarrassed and said I didn't have time."

I thought Wen Yiheng would refuse, but she said to Wen Song: "According to the Chinese etiquette and tradition, it is also the norm for both sets of parents to have a meal together after the marriage. Choose a time when you and Cheng Che are both free, and invite Cheng Bowen and his family to come to Zurich, or we can go to Hangzhou and have a meal together. It's just a meal, it won't take much time, don't mind."

"Okay..." Wen Song was somewhat reluctant, but he also knew that what Wen Yiheng said made sense, so he could only agree.

At night, Wen Song tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep because he was used to his bed. He glanced at the time and it was already past two in the morning.

"Ilia, are you asleep?" Wen Yiheng suddenly asked, startling Wen Song.

"Not yet." Wen Song replied, "Why haven't you slept yet? Aren't you going to have surgery at 10 am tomorrow?"

"I can't sleep either. I'm not used to having another person around all of a sudden." Wen Yiheng shrank to the edge of the bed and said to Wen Song, "Baby, do you want to sleep with me?"

"what?"

Wen Song thought he had heard it wrong, hesitated for a moment, and stood up. However, because he did not turn on the light, he accidentally bumped into the corner of the sofa when getting out of bed.

"What's wrong?" Wen Yiheng immediately turned on the light, and when he saw her bump into the corner of the sofa, he frowned and said, "Be careful, how could you bump into something like this?"

"I have night blindness..." Wen Song explained, "I can't see without the lights on."

"Oh no, sorry Ilia, I don't know that."

There was a hint of guilt in Wen Yiheng's tone. Even after Wen Song lay down, he still turned on a warm yellow night light for her.

"It's okay." Wen Song smiled, "It's normal that you don't know."

She leaned against Wen Yiheng's side. There was a pleasant fragrance on her mother's body. She couldn't tell what the smell was, but she just felt it was very familiar and made her feel at ease.

"Mom..." She suddenly spoke and leaned closer to her again.

Wen Yiheng covered her with a blanket, touched Wen Song's hair, and said with some emotion: "I can't believe my little Ilia is already married now that she is so old. I remember the last time I slept in the same bed with you was when you were four years old, before I went to Switzerland. Do you still remember?"

"No." Wen Song shook his head and said, "I have no recollection at all. I only remember that when you left, I cried and made a scene at the airport, and called all the police and security guards."

"Yes." Wen Yiheng smiled, "At that time, the police thought I was trafficking children and insisted on checking my ID. After learning the truth, an old lady who was kind said that I shouldn't have left such a young child alone in the country and went abroad by myself. I scolded her for that."

"It's a good thing you left at that time." Wen Song said with emotion, "I can't imagine how terrible it would be if you stayed in Hangzhou or Hong Kong."

"Not really..." Wen Yiheng thought for a moment and said, "It's just that I can't stand such a high-density city. I will definitely immigrate in the end, but probably not to Zurich. I'm more likely to go to Edinburgh."

"But... Ilia, I feel so sorry for you." Wen Yiheng sighed and said with some regret, "I shouldn't have left you alone in Hangzhou. I should have brought you to Zurich. Even if it was hard, it certainly wouldn't be harder than if you stayed there alone. To be honest, have you ever blamed me?"

Wen Song thought hard for a moment and nodded, "Honestly speaking, I did. After you left, grandma lost her temper every day, and I was really scared. When I lived with my godmother, I asked her every day when mom would come back. She said she would come back after she got her doctorate. But later you became a doctor and didn't come back."

"I'm so sorry babe, it's my problem."

Wen Yiheng sighed and said, "At first I thought that studying for a doctorate would be very hard. I couldn't accompany you to Switzerland because you couldn't speak the language. You were so young and couldn't adapt to life there by yourself. Later, I was afraid that I would be distracted after you came to Switzerland. That's why I brought you to Zurich only after my career was stable and I got permanent residency and could give you the best life.

I didn't go back to Hangzhou to see you because I didn't want to see your grandparents, especially your grandmother. We would only quarrel if we met her. I'm so sorry Ilia, I know my behavior has caused you a lot of harm, will you forgive mom?"

Wen Song smiled, turned around and hugged his mother, and said with a smile: "I don't blame you anymore. Since I came to Zurich and really understood your work, I completely understand you. If I were you, I would make the same choice as you.

Mom, you really haven't let me down. Everything you've given me is much more important than so-called companionship. Without you, I wouldn't be Professor Iseylia. I can focus on my research thanks to you, my group's main sponsor."

"Thank you Ilia." Wen Yiheng was also somewhat moved, with tears in his eyes, and said to Wen Song, "I am very lucky to have such a good daughter like you."