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“Miss Zhou, this is the young master’s room. Please sleep with the young master. I’ll be right next door. If you need anything, just press this bell and I’ll come over.”

Zhou Yi carried Wenren Yu and followed Aunt Dong to the nursery. The nursery was very well decorated, with toys, a small rocking crib, a large bed, and dolls.

Everything a baby needs is here, and things other children don't have are also here.

Looking at everything around her and listening to Aunt Dong's words, Zhou Yi was still worried and said, "Aunt Dong, I think it's better if you take care of Xiao Yuyu while she sleeps. I've never taken care of a child before, and I'm afraid I won't do it well and Xiao Yuyu will be uncomfortable."

Seeing her nervous and uneasy expression, Aunt Dong smiled and said, "Miss Zhou, you are a responsible person. You must believe in yourself and also believe in the young master."

"The young master can only be soothed when you hold him. If you sleep with him, he will definitely sleep very soundly."

As she spoke, Aunt Dong sighed, looking at the little face sleeping so peacefully, and said, "Children need their mothers, but the young master's mother passed away early, so he needs his mother's gentle care."

"And since he chose Miss Zhou, I believe the young master trusts Miss Zhou."

Aunt Dong's words left Zhou Yi speechless, as her heart overflowed with tenderness, dispelling her tension and unease.

"Alright, it's getting late, Miss Zhou, you should go to sleep."

As she spoke, Aunt Dong looked at Zhou Yi's clothes and said, "Miss Zhou, I have prepared toiletries and a change of clothes for you. Go and wash up first, and then take the young master to sleep. That way, he will sleep more soundly."

Zhou Yi had forgotten about her clothes. Hearing Aunt Dong's words, she looked at herself and nodded, "Okay."

The clothes she's wearing outside aren't suitable for sleeping, and most importantly, I'm worried that the child might keep touching them.

Zhou Yi handed the child to Aunt Dong, but the child seemed to sense something. Just as he was about to get into Aunt Dong's arms, he moved, and his previously peaceful little face scrunched up, looking like he was about to cry.

Zhou Yi quickly picked up the child and patted him gently, saying, "It's alright, it's alright. Aunt Zhou Yi is just going to wash up and won't leave."

The child returned to her arms, the little face no longer wrinkled, but the little hand grabbed Zhou Yi's clothes in front, as if to say, "Don't leave."

Seeing this, Aunt Dong shook her head with a smile: "It seems there's no other way. The young master can't be separated from Miss Zhou at all now. Miss Zhou, I'm afraid you'll have to make do tonight."

Zhou Yi felt that the child must have been frightened at night, and was still very sensitive even when he was asleep, which was why he felt uneasy when she left.

He shook his head: "It's okay, I'll just sleep holding Yuyu like this."

As she spoke, she came to the bedside, took off her shoes, and gently lay down on her side, holding the child in her arms. The child remained in her embrace, his little hands gripping her clothes tightly.

Aunt Dong covered Zhou Yi and the child with a blanket. Seeing the little face fall asleep again, looking so well-behaved, she whispered, "Miss Zhou, I'll be going now. Please ring the bell if you need anything."

Zhou Yi nodded: "Okay."

Aunt Dong didn't linger any longer and turned to leave.

The bedroom became quiet, and the motion-sensor lights gradually dimmed as the room grew still.

Looking at the tiny baby in her arms, at his tender face, Zhou Yi felt nervous, but even more so, tender and heartbroken.

"Little Yuyu, Aunt Zhou Yi will sleep with you tonight, don't be afraid."

As she spoke, Zhou Yi placed a gentle kiss on Wenren Yu's forehead, then hugged him and closed her eyes.

The lights went completely dark, and night descended upon the place...

Washington, 2 p.m.

Tiansheng Headquarters

Wenren Chen handed the document to his secretary: "Book a flight to Yunzhou City in one hour."

"Okay, Mr. Chen."