443: Chapter 443 Did it interfere with your work?

Shen Yan said no more, bent down to pick up his daughter, and turned to leave.

Youyou in his arms had stopped crying. Her little head rested against his shoulder, and her small hands tightly gripped his neck.

"Daddy, are we going home?"

"Mm, home."

Back at home.

Shen Yan changed Youyou into a comfortable set of pajamas and used a warm towel to wipe her face and hands.

The red rash on her face had almost faded, leaving only a faint pink mark.

Her spirits had also improved significantly.

Shen Yan poured a cup of warm water and watched her take small sips.

He sat by the bed, watching his daughter quietly, not saying a single word.

From S City to Yuezhou, and then rushing back from Yuezhou, he had been working continuously for over twenty-four hours without a drop of water or food.

At this moment, however, he felt no hunger or fatigue.

His heart was filled with lingering fear and relief.

Fortunately, they found out in time.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.

He reached out and smoothed the slightly messy hair on his daughter's forehead.

Youyou looked up at him with her little face.

Her big eyes held a trace of unease and caution.

She hesitated for a long time before speaking in a very, very soft voice.

"Daddy..."

"Hm?"

"Did I... delay your work?"

That one sentence.

Felt like a soft knife instantly piercing the softest part of Shen Yan's heart.

All his composure, all his hardness, was shattered at that moment.

He froze.

He looked into his daughter's clear eyes, which held a hint of timidity.

She knew he was busy.

She knew he had endless meetings and phone calls every day.

So when she got sick, the first thing she thought of was not her own discomfort, but the fear of delaying his work.

An indescribable pang of sorrow and guilt surged violently from the depths of his heart, instantly engulfing him.

He worked desperately to earn money and build a commercial empire to give her the best future.

But he forgot that for a child, the best future was the companionship of her father.

He leaned down and gently held his daughter in his arms.

His movements were very light and gentle, as if afraid of shattering a rare treasure.

"Silly girl."

His voice, for the first time, carried a barely perceptible tremor.

"Daddy's work is all for Youyou."

"No job is more important than Youyou."

Youyou blinked, not quite understanding.

"Really?"

"Really."

Shen Yan rested his chin on the top of his daughter's soft hair and closed his eyes.

"All of Daddy's efforts are just so Youyou and Auntie can always be happy and safe."

"So, Youyou being healthy and well is the greatest support for Daddy's work."

The little person in his arms finally seemed reassured.

She adjusted to a comfortable position and rubbed her little head against his chest.

"Daddy, you smell like an airplane."

"Mm, Daddy just got back from a business trip."

"Then are you tired?"

"Not tired," Shen Yan tightened his embrace. "Holding Youyou charges Daddy right up."

Youyou giggled in his arms.

Her laughter was crisp, like wind chimes.

Listening to his daughter's laughter, Shen Yan felt his heart, which had been tempered as hard as iron in the commercial arena, slowly melt, becoming soft and warm.

He held her and leaned against the headboard.

Outside the window, the last rays of the setting sun filtered through the gauze curtains, casting a warm halo throughout the room.

In this moment, there were no business wars, no conspiracies, no billions in capital flow.

There was only a weary father and the treasure he had recovered.

The sunset's afterglow painted Morning Star International Kindergarten in a warm golden hue.

The school bell rang, and the children poured out like birds from a cage, chattering as they rushed toward the parents waiting at the school gate.

Su Wan's black Bentley was not conspicuous in the traffic, but it possessed a quiet aura of authority.

She pushed open the car door, and her gaze immediately locked onto her son in the crowd.

Lin Nuo stood alone on the steps with his little blue schoolbag on his back, his head bowed. His small figure looked somewhat lonely.

He wasn't looking around excitedly for his mother's figure as he usually did.

Su Wan's heart tightened slightly, and she walked toward him.

"Nuo Nuo,"

She reached her son and called him softly.

Lin Nuo raised his head. Seeing that it was Su Wan, his eyes instantly filled with moisture.

He didn't say anything, just buried his head in Su Wan's embrace.

Su Wan paused for a moment, then squatted down and gently patted his back.

"What's wrong, baby? Were you bullied at school?"

Lin Nuo shook his head in her arms.

His muffled voice came out, thick with a stuffy nose.

"Mommy... today... I think I did something wrong..."

Su Wan held his shoulders, making him look at her.

"Tell Mommy what happened?"

Lin Nuo's lips trembled. He stammered out the events of the afternoon.

From thinking the teacher forgot Youyou's cake, to kindly sharing his own.

Then to Youyou breaking out in red rashes and being taken away by the doctor.

Finally, he mentioned Shen Yan.

"Youyou's father came... He is so tall. When he looked at me..."

Lin Nuo's small body trembled slightly, as if recalling the scene at that time.

"He... he didn't scold me, but... but I was so scared."

Su Wan listened quietly, her heart sinking bit by bit.

Shen Yan.

The man's face flashed in her mind.

Calm, sharp, like a knife hidden in a sheath; seemingly peaceful, yet capable of unleashing deadly sharpness at any moment.

She had no doubt that if something serious had happened to Youyou, that man would unhesitatingly make everyone involved pay the price.

Including her son, and including her, the CEO of Qinghe Group.

Their cooperation would likely vanish into thin air instantly.

"What happened then? What did Youyou's father say to you?" Su Wan's voice remained gentle, betraying no ripple of emotion.

"He said... he said not to casually give things to others if you aren't sure whether they can eat it."

Lin Nuo's voice grew quieter and quieter.

"Mommy, is Youyou very sick? Will she... will she hate me?"

A child's thoughts are pure and sensitive.

What he was worried about was not being scolded, but that his good intentions had harmed his friend.

Su Wan was silent for a moment, then reached out to wipe the tear tracks from her son's face.

"Nuo Nuo, the thought of sharing your cake with Youyou was right. You are a kind and good child."

"However, you did indeed make a small mistake."

"This mistake wasn't because your heart was bad, but because you lacked some knowledge."

She looked into her son's eyes and spoke every word clearly.

"When we do something wrong, we must bear the consequences. Running away and being afraid is useless."

Lin Nuo nodded vaguely.

He lifted his little face, his eyes carrying a hint of pleading.

"Mommy, can we go see Youyou?"

"I want to tell her I'm sorry."

"I want to know if she is feeling better."