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He Qiaoyun washed up and went downstairs, only to find Feng Jiashu and Tian Tian sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Seeing her come down, they stood up. "Get up, breakfast is ready."

He Qiaoyun blurted out, "Are you... waiting for me?"

Feng Jiashu said, "We just came down too, and we figured you'd be down soon. We only waited two minutes. When it comes to eating, we should all be in a proper place."

He Qiaoyun was inexplicably moved.

Thinking back to her time with Xu Hui, he would never wait for her. Even if there was only one vegetable dish missing, while she was still busy in the kitchen, he would already be eating, and he would even impatiently urge her on, complaining that she was taking so long to cook a simple vegetable dish...

Now, breakfast is waiting for her when she wakes up, and some people even wait for her to come downstairs before starting their meal.

Indeed, without comparison, there is no harm.

The three of them sat down at the table and enjoyed their breakfast together in a harmonious atmosphere.

Feng Jiashu asked He Qiaoyun, "What are the plans for today?"

He Qiaoyun thought for a moment and said, "I don't have any plans, but I haven't been to yoga class in a long time. My instructor texted me yesterday. It's easy to sign up for a membership, but I haven't attended many classes."

Feng Jiashu asked, "How are you going to get there?"

He Qiaoyun didn't want to drive her own van used for hauling goods to her yoga class, so she said, "It's quite convenient to take a taxi here, I'll just take one."

Feng Jiashu said again, "No need, we have a driver at home. I'll tell the housekeeper when you're going out, and he'll have the driver take you out."

The last time He Qiaoyun heard this phrase was in a short drama about a domineering CEO. The man in front of her seemed even richer than she had imagined...

Seeing that she didn't answer, Feng Jiashu said, "Then let's settle on this. We have a car at home, so let's not waste it."

He Qiaoyun agreed, "Thank you."

"polite."

After breakfast, Feng Jiashu went to work, while He Qiaoyun went upstairs to rest for a while, then prepared her yoga clothes and went downstairs.

As she was about to leave, Tian Tian followed her, gazing at her expectantly, as if hoping she would take her along.

He Qiaoyun wasn't Tian Tian's guardian and couldn't take her out without permission, but seeing Tian Tian's expectant face, she took out her phone and sent a message to Feng Jiashu: "I'm going to yoga class, and Tian Tian wants to come along. Can I bring her?"

Feng Jiashu was in a meeting when his phone popped up with her message. He replied immediately: "Of course."

He Qiaoyun smiled, "Your uncle agrees, let's go."

Tian Tian turned and ran off, heading upstairs. Wang Ma came downstairs carrying a pink mini backpack. "Miss, I've prepared your bag."

Tian Tian took the bag and slung it across her body.

Wang Ma got carried away with dressing up and pulled out a pink hair clip and necklace from somewhere, then adorned her with them.

"Alright, the pretty little princess can go out now."

He Qiaoyun looked Tian Tian up and down, complimented her, "She looks good," and then opened the door. "Let's go."

As they stepped out of the villa, a white Alphard was parked at the bottom of the steps. The driver saw them come out and respectfully opened the car door, saying, "Madam, Miss, please."

He Qiaoyun couldn't help but correct her, "I'm not Madam, you can just call me Qiaoyun."

The driver wouldn't listen to a word she said, "Yes, ma'am."

He Qiaoyun: "......"

Seeing that she couldn't reason with her, she didn't waste her breath. First, she helped Tian Tian into the car, and then she got in herself. After getting in, she gave the driver an address.

About forty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a yoga studio.

The driver got out of the car and opened the back door. "Madam, Miss, please."

He Qiaoyun tried to correct the way she addressed him again, but seeing the driver's serious expression, she decided to give up.

The two entered the yoga studio, where the receptionist saw He Qiaoyun and asked, "Do you have a reservation?"

Just as He Qiaoyun was about to speak, a lithe woman walked out, smiling and waving at He Qiaoyun, "Sister, over here."

He Qiaoyun turned her head and saw not only the yoga instructor, but also a familiar face, Wang Jinghuai.

She was dressed in a cleaning uniform, carrying a mop bucket and a rag. She no longer had her former arrogance, nor did she dress up. Instead, she looked haggard and tired.

Wang Jinghuai was looking down, lost in thought, when she caught something out of the corner of her eye and suddenly looked up, meeting He Qiaoyun's gaze.

One of them was a tired and numb cleaner trying to make a living here, while the other was a customer with a rosy complexion, exquisite attire, money and leisure, who came here to practice yoga. The contrast was striking.

She immediately lowered her head, picked up the mop bucket and hurried along. The next moment, the receptionist saw the rag in her hand and called out to her, "Sister Wang, come here and wipe our store's signboard."

Wang Jinghuai hurriedly said, "The rag is dirty, I'll go wash it first and then come back."

After saying that, she left He Qiaoyun's sight.

He Qiaoyun calmly withdrew her gaze from the hastily departing figure, inwardly clicking her tongue in surprise. To be honest, Wang Jinghuai didn't have the fate of being a naive and innocent girl, but she had contracted the disease of being one, truly believing herself to be an exception in men's hearts.

No one in this world can be relied upon, not even one's own children, let alone a relationship maintained solely by two marriage certificates.

The only person you can truly rely on is yourself.

She realized this truth after giving birth to three children, while Wang Jinghuai, who had been pampered with ample food for the first half of her life, naturally wouldn't have understood it.

Seeing He Qiaoyun deep in thought, the yoga instructor asked, "Sister Qiaoyun, who is this little boy...?"

He Qiaoyun pulled herself back from her reverie and said, "This is my friend's child. She's quite attached to me, so I brought her along. Can she come with us to the classroom? I remember there are children's meals available. I can pay extra to buy her one."

She couldn't leave Tian Tian out alone; she couldn't bear the responsibility if she got lost.

The yoga instructor smiled and said, "Sister, how about you upgrade to a parent-child package? It'll be more cost-effective. In the future, if you bring your child, you can go to the parent-child room, and if you come alone, you can go to the large room. Is that okay?"

"Of course that's good."

"I'll apply for an upgrade package for you right now; you just need to pay the difference."

The yoga studio was very thoughtful; seeing that Tian Tian was wearing a dress, they gifted her a new outfit.

Pink short-sleeved shirt and trousers. The short-sleeved shirt is just right, and the trousers are slightly flared, unlike adult clothes which accentuate the figure. Children's clothes only need to be comfortable and skin-friendly.

She took Tian Tian to the changing room to change clothes, and after they changed, the coach took them to the classroom.

Before class, He Qiaoyun couldn't resist taking out her phone to take a picture and then casually sent it to Feng Jiashu: [The yoga studio gave Tian Tian a new outfit, and it fits her quite well.]

On the other side of the screen, Feng Jiashu clicked on the video sent by He Qiaoyun. The video was thirty seconds long, and in the first three seconds, her figure flashed past a row of mirrors on the wall.

She wore a fitted yoga outfit that accentuated her tall, slender figure and elegant posture, making it difficult to guess her actual age.

Feng Jiashu: [Thank you for taking Tian Tian out to play; she'll definitely be very happy.]

He Qiaoyun: [It was just a small thing.]