Su Wanyan stirred awake to the softest sound—a tiny, barely-there whimper in the quiet darkness of the room. For a moment, confusion clouded her mind. Why am I hearing a baby? Then memories returned: the villa, the show, Mo Yan.
She sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes. Across the room, Mo Xingxue remained fast asleep, her breathing deep and even. Su Wanyan wasn't surprised. The whimpers were so faint that only the enhanced senses from her potion allowed her to catch them.
She slipped out of bed and crossed to the crib. Moonlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle silver glow over everything. Mo Yan's little face was scrunched up, fists waving weakly. Su Wanyan lifted her carefully into her arms, cradling the warm bundle against her chest.
Using Heart of Nurture, she immediately sensed the baby's feelings—not pain or hunger, just quiet anxiety, the kind that came from waking alone in a new place. Su Wanyan rocked her gently, humming a low, soothing note under her breath. Slowly, Mo Yan's whimpers faded. Her tiny body relaxed, head resting trustingly against Su Wanyan's shoulder.
Once the baby was deeply asleep again, Su Wanyan lowered her back into the crib with painstaking care, making sure the blanket was tucked just right. She checked her watch—12:19 AM. With a quiet yawn, she returned to her own bed and drifted off once more.
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She woke again sometime later to softer crying.
Su Wanyan sat up without hesitation. Mo Yan's cries were still quiet, but urgent. She scooped the baby up again, sensing immediately through her skill that this time it was hunger mixed with anxiety.
Still holding Mo Yan securely against her chest, she moved quietly to the corner of the crib area. She found the milk powder and thermos, then noticed a prepared bottle sitting beside Mo Xingxue's bed. She took one, sat on the edge of her own mattress, and rested Mo Yan comfortably on her lap.
Four careful scoops of powder went into the bottle, followed by warm water from the thermos. She shook it thoroughly, testing a drop on her wrist to make sure the temperature was perfect, then offered it to the hungry baby.
Mo Yan latched on eagerly. Su Wanyan watched the little face—those round cheeks, the tiny straight nose, the long lashes—and felt her sleepiness melt away. "You're so cute," she whispered, voice full of genuine affection.
When the bottle was empty, Su Wanyan lifted Mo Yan to her shoulder, one hand supporting the baby's bottom and the other gently cradling her head. She patted the small back in slow, rhythmic circles until a satisfying little burp escaped. Only then did she ease Mo Yan back into the crib.
Her watch read 1:37 AM. She yawned deeply and climbed back under the covers.
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The third time, Su Wanyan woke to a distinct foul smell rather than sound.
She rose immediately, lifting Mo Yan into her arms. "You've been waking me up so much, little one," she murmured, but her voice carried only fondness. She gently pinched the baby's nose for a second with a soft laugh, then grabbed the pink diaper bag.
Working by the soft glow of a nightlight, she changed the diaper with practiced, gentle efficiency—wiping carefully, applying cream, and securing a fresh one. Once done, she cradled Mo Yan again, rocking her until the baby's eyes grew heavy and her breathing evened out into deep sleep. Only then did Su Wanyan lay her back down.
2:33 AM.
She hoped for a longer stretch of rest, but Mo Yan woke her several more times throughout the night—for milk, for another change, or simply for comfort. Each time, Su Wanyan handled it all without making a sound that might wake Mo Xingxue.
In the novel, Mo Xingxue had raised this baby mostly alone while juggling her career, after being kicked out of the prestigious Mo family for getting pregnant out of wedlock. The thought made Su Wanyan's chest tighten with resolve. Half of her actions were out of pity for that difficult past. The other half was simpler—she genuinely adored little Mo Yan and didn't want the baby to feel even a moment of discomfort.
Thankfully, the Perfect Foundation Potion had greatly boosted her endurance and vitality. Despite the repeated awakenings, she never felt truly exhausted. She simply handled each need with quiet patience and went back to sleep.
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Gentle sunlight eventually filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Mo Xingxue stirred, squeezing her eyes tighter against the light before realization hit her. It's already morning? She sat up quickly, heart jumping.
She hadn't heard Mo Yan cry even once during the night. No feeding, no changing—how exhausted must she have been to sleep through everything?
Panic flared as she looked toward the crib—it was empty.
She stood up so fast the blanket almost slipped to the floor, ready to rush out and search—when her eyes landed on the other bed.
Su Wanyan lay peacefully on her back, sound asleep. Little Mo Yan was resting on her chest and stomach, also deeply asleep, tiny fist curled against Su Wanyan's shirt.
The adrenaline drained away. Mo Xingxue sank back onto her bed with a long, shaky sigh of relief. Her gaze swept the room: used diapers neatly thrown in the trash bin near the door, several empty milk bottles lined up on Su Wanyan's bedside table.
Su Wanyan had done it all.
A fond, complicated smile bloomed on Mo Xingxue's face. When we were kids, you always took care of me… Now it's my child's turn? She almost laughed at the thought. Both little Mo and big Mo are always giving you trouble.
Her eyes then caught the blanket that had been carefully placed over her during the night. She hadn't brought one for herself, nor had she pulled any over. There was only one person who could have done that.
Mo Xingxue looked at Su Wanyan's peaceful sleeping face for a long moment, warmth spreading through her chest like sunlight.