The next day.
Ji Weixi was up early, and while Tian Miaomiao was usually a heavy sleeper, but she was especially excited with her mind full of Li Shaoling.
Nevertheless...
"Urgh, Mommy—"
Jiayu's face was pale white. His little back was arched, and he was holding his hands over his stomach.
"What happened!"
Ji Weixi panicked and quickly crouched over him.
"Tummy hurts."
The little one tunneled into Ji Weixi's embrace; his face was full of torment.
Ji Weixi's heart ached. "Do you need the toilet? Are you having an upset stomach?"
"Umm, it doesn't feel like it. It just hurts."
"Mommy will get you to the hospital."
Ji Weixi picked him up, ready to leave without an explanation.
"Mommy…" The tot pouted, pointing his two index fingers uncomfortably. "Maybe I got a chill yesterday because I did not put on a blanket last night."
