Chapter 91 Good Morning, Auntie

Chapter 91 Good Morning, Auntie

Pei Qiqi had upset his little brother and stood there frozen, unsure what to do, shooting a pleading look toward Pei Yi and Hua Zhao.

Someone needed to help him comfort the child—anyone would do.

Hua Zhao got the message, crouched by the car, and reached out to ruffle Pei Qiqi’s hair: "Qi Qi, you won’t get You You sick, don’t worry."

With Hua Zhao’s reassurance, the tension in Pei Qiqi’s back eased, and he carefully took the little one's hand.

You You’s mother and Xiao Tang didn’t scold him either; they smiled and told them to go have fun.

In Pei Xu’s world, You You was the first person outside his family who, knowing he was sick, still dared to approach him and play with him.

A child’s world is simple, and Pei Qiqi felt there would never be another child as wonderful as You You.

In the following days, Pei Yi and Hua Zhao frequently took Pei Qiqi to see a therapist, and to their surprise, it was Qi Qi himself who had suggested it.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Pei Yi asked offhandedly, "Why has Qi Qi been so obedient lately? He actually wants to chat with the doctor himself."

Pei Qiqi, seated in his car seat, his cheeks unusually flushed, whispered, "I want to get better quickly."

He had seen it—sometimes his uncle would hide on the balcony and cry, and his aunt would comfort him, only to end up crying too.

Pei Xu stood behind them, his eyes also stinging.

Being sick made Uncle and Auntie cry; he didn’t want to be sick.

Moreover, ever since You You found out he was sick, he had been taking care of him—pouring water for him, wiping his hands, and so on.

He was the older brother; he should be the one taking care of his younger brother.

In short, being sick was very bad, super troublesome, and super annoying.

Hospital.

"Uncle Du, I’ve been listening to you and looking at Dad’s photo often."

In the consultation room, the little boy with dark chestnut hair looked somber.

In truth, before this, Qi Qi hadn’t looked at his dad’s photo for a long time; he had only kept drawing the dad he remembered.

A distorted, strangely expressionless dad.

It was the last way he had seen his father.

But now, he was seeing clean, handsome photos of his dad again.

Dr. Du was glad he was cooperating with treatment and gave him a piece of chocolate as a reward: "So what does Dad look like in your heart now?"

"Dad is crying, he’s calling my name..."

Painful memories surged back, and Pei Qiqi, his eyes red, ducked his head deeply, not wanting the doctor to see him cry.

In Dr. Du’s view, it was quite rare for a four-year-old to have such a strong desire to heal himself.

Through the crack in the door, he could still see two adults sneaking a peek.

Dr. Du felt happy for Pei Qiqi—even after losing his dad, he still had family who loved him.

His uncle and aunt didn’t shy away from hard work; they temporarily set aside all work and took personal care of everything from his three daily meals to his daily life.

Two days after moving into the Pei household, Hua Zhao noticed that Pei Qiqi didn’t like the housekeepers, so she gave them an extra month’s pay and let them go.

For Pei Xu now, his uncle’s home was where he felt safest, and he disliked having other people around.

From that day on, all of Pei Qiqi’s meals were prepared by his aunt. Pei Yi, feeling sorry for her, would often bring takeout back from restaurants outside.

Pei Yi and Hua Zhao were still very young and had no prior experience raising a child.

Qi Qi actively cooperated with Dr. Du’s psychological treatment, and his uncle and aunt did their part—every night after he slept, they spent two hours taking online courses on child psychology and education.

Pei Qiqi was a child who went to bed early and woke up early, which forced Pei Yi and Hua Zhao, who usually stayed up late and had irregular routines, to adjust their schedules to match his.

One day, after Pei Qiqi got up, washed, dressed, and went downstairs, he instinctively glanced toward the kitchen.

The child’s footsteps were light, each step slow and cautious.

"Qi Qi, good morning."

The woman in the kitchen heard the child’s deliberately quiet footsteps. Turning around with chopsticks in hand, she smiled when she saw him.

Pei Qiqi blinked, wiggled his toes inside his shoes, and said in a calm tone, "Good morning, Auntie."

"Breakfast will be ready soon. Can Qi Qi help Auntie go wake Uncle up?"

Hua Zhao looked at him expectantly, hoping Qi Qi would agree to this intentionally planned parent-child moment.

Pei Qiqi hesitated but eventually gave a serious nod.

He had lived with his uncle for a while now, but he had never entered his uncle’s room or woken him up.

Hua Zhao watched him slowly, cautiously climbing the stairs while holding the handrail, thought for a moment, and then followed him.

"Qi Qi."

Pei Qiqi stood on the steps, turned to look at her, his expression puzzled.

Hua Zhao smiled and said, "Are your shoes uncomfortable? Should we change into another pair?"

Pei Qiqi lowered his gaze to his toes. These slippers had been brought back for him from abroad by Hua Zhao—soft, comfortable, and in his favorite color, black.

"They’re not uncomfortable." He quite liked these shoes.

Hua Zhao patted his head. "Then can you tell Auntie why you’re walking like this? Is something wrong?"

It wasn’t an accusatory tone but one of warm concern.

Pei Qiqi’s dark eyes shifted, and his hands twisted together nervously.

Hua Zhao waited a long time before hearing him say, "Because the housekeeper said my footsteps are too loud."

Since Pei Qiqi kept early hours, Pei Yi had strict requirements for the housekeepers.

The housekeeper needed to arrive at the Pei household by 6 a.m. to prepare and have breakfast ready by 7:30.

Pei Qiqi still remembered that day when he got up as usual, went downstairs to the kitchen to eat breakfast, and sat quietly in his dining chair. He waited for a while, but the housekeeper didn’t bring him breakfast.

His uncle had told him that the housekeeper was a good person, hired to help take care of Qi Qi.

After waiting for a long time without his breakfast, Qi Qi jumped off the dining chair and trotted to the kitchen door.

The moment his small hand pulled the door open, Qi Qi made eye contact with the (nanny/housekeeper) busy inside.

The usually kind-faced (nanny/housekeeper) seemed like a different person, speaking impatiently, "Qi Qi, what are you doing in the kitchen? If you bump into something or get hurt, his uncle will scold me for not taking good care of you..."

It seemed that from that day onward, the (nanny/housekeeper) started to dislike him a little.

Pei Xu was very sensitive to adults' likes and dislikes. After realizing the (nanny/housekeeper) didn't like him, he stopped talking to her and no longer greeted her.

When his uncle wasn't home, Pei Qiqi preferred to stay in his room rather than come out, because if he did, the (nanny/housekeeper) would have to play with him.

This was one of the (nanny/housekeeper)'s job responsibilities, but he knew she didn't enjoy playing with him.

Several times, the (nanny/housekeeper) secretly glared at him and even "accidentally" knocked over the building blocks he had just built.