Chapter 1542: Chapter 1542
Aunt Liang picked up the items on the ground first.
"Madam, here." Aunt Liang respectfully handed the items she had just picked up to Su Yunjin.
Gu Ya said, "Yunjin, these things are mine." Gu Ya immediately recognized that the items on the ground were his, likely something he carried that fell when he came back earlier.
As Su Yunjin opened the items in her hand, she casually asked Gu Ya, "Husband, why do these look somewhat like the contracts with Zuixiang Restaurant?"
Indeed, Gu Ya nodded.
"Yunjin, they don’t just look similar; these are the contracts from Zuixiang Restaurant." The contracts Gu Ya reached with that businessman from Yangcheng today were precisely the items that had fallen to the ground.
Su Yunjin unfolded the documents, revealing Gu Ya’s name alongside the name of the shopkeeper from Yangcheng. Gu Ya’s handwriting was neat and graceful, just like his hands, which offered a pleasing visual charm. Though his hands were those of a seasoned hunter, they were slender and striking, with meticulously clean nails.
The thin calluses on his palms and fingertips were what Su Yunjin liked most. Every time Su Yunjin grasped Gu Ya’s large hands, she enjoyed pinching the calluses on them.
Whenever Gu Ya grew impatient, he would pull her into his embrace and kiss her deeply, until both of them were left breathless. After reading the words on the contract thoroughly, Su Yunjin sincerely praised, "Husband, your handwriting is truly beautiful."
"Yunjin, when Little Tiangua and Little Yuanbao are old enough to learn writing, I’ll personally teach them so that their handwriting can be just as stunning as mine."
Gu Ya directed his gaze toward Little Tiangua and Little Yuanbao, his eyes softening with affection. Su Yunjin folded the contracts neatly again and returned them to Gu Ya.
"Husband, then it’s agreed. Teaching Little Yuanbao and Little Tiangua how to write will be your responsibility." Gu Ya’s penmanship was outstanding, and if Little Yuanbao and Little Tiangua learned from him, they were certain to write beautifully. With her eyes sparkling, Su Yunjin seemed to envision the scene of Little Yuanbao and Little Tiangua crafting elegant scripts.
Su Yunjin had unwavering faith in Gu Ya’s skills.
However, what Su Yunjin hadn’t anticipated was that years later, while Little Yuanbao indeed developed remarkably elegant handwriting—though not quite matching his father’s—it still stood out compared to other boys his age. Little Tiangua’s writing, on the other hand, left Su Yunjin at a loss, resembling nothing more than crooked scribbles on paper. No matter how she looked, those marks hardly qualified as proper characters.
And yet, Gu Ya doted on Little Tiangua, claiming that their daughter was still young and that writing was something to learn gradually. Su Yunjin fell silent. She simply couldn’t understand how it was possible that both children were taught by the same father, yet their results were worlds apart.
Of course, all of this was a matter for the future. For now, Little Tiangua and Little Yuanbao were still only infants who knew nothing beyond nursing and sleeping. Writing was a concern far too premature.
Mrs. Zhang and Baofu had visited the ice cellar. To guard against any potential mischief from them, after Mrs. Zhang and Baofu left, Gu Ya personally led a team to inspect the ice cellar thoroughly. Finding nothing amiss, Gu Ya finally felt at ease. Nonetheless, after this incident involving Mrs. Zhang and Baofu, Gu Ya became more vigilant, assigning personnel to keep watch over the ice cellar at all times, to prevent anyone like them from sneaking in unnoticed.
After a month-long confinement, Su Yunjin finally completed her postpartum recovery period. Having grown thoroughly restless from lying around, the first thing Su Yunjin did post-recovery was to instruct Aunt Liang and the others to prepare some hot water, allowing her to indulge in a luxurious bath.
The relief was beyond words!
Su Yunjin felt an unparalleled sense of comfort throughout her body.