Free Web NovelChapter 41: Ch 41: Midnight Worries and Gentle Hands
The night unfolded in quiet, rhythmic cycles of care, much like the one before, yet deeper in its tenderness. Su Wanyan moved through the hours like a silent guardian, her body sustained by the effects of the Perfect Foundation Potion she had consumed.
The potion’s enhancements kept exhaustion at bay, but even then, a soft weariness settled into her bones. Still, she never once complained. A small, genuine smile often lingered on her lips as she tended to both mother and child, her actions filled with quiet devotion.
Whenever little Mo Yan whimpered for milk in the dead of night, Su Wanyan would stir immediately, rising from her bed with careful movements to avoid disturbing the peaceful nest. She prepared the bottle with practiced ease, warming it to the perfect temperature before cradling the baby close and feeding her.
When Mo Xingxue murmured Su Wanyan’s name in her sleep, restless from the lingering heat, Su Wanyan would release a gentle wave of chamomile-scented pheromones into the air. The soothing fragrance wrapped around the omega like a warm blanket, easing the tension from her brow until her breathing steadied once more.
Diaper changes were handled swiftly and without fuss. Su Wanyan would lift Mo Yan with steady hands, cleaning and changing her with gentle efficiency under the soft glow of a dim bedside lamp.
When Mo Xingxue woke around two in the morning, her voice small and hesitant as she confessed a sudden craving for something sweet, Su Wanyan didn’t hesitate.
She slipped into the kitchen, the villa hushed around her, and baked a fresh brownie from scratch. The rich aroma of chocolate soon filled the air as she watched Mo Xingxue eat every last crumb with quiet satisfaction before drifting back to sleep.
If Mo Yan grew anxious, fussing with tiny clenched fists, Su Wanyan would scoop her up and rock her gently in her arms, murmuring soft reassurances. And when Mo Xingxue’s anxiety surfaced her body shifting restlessly, soft mutters of "Yanyan" escaping her lips, Su Wanyan would wake, lean over, and caress her back in slow, soothing circles until the omega relaxed again.
Each act was performed with patience and care, the alpha’s enhanced senses allowing her to respond before cries or distress could fully escalate.
By 3:58 AM, Su Wanyan was dozing lightly in a half-sitting position when Mo Yan’s soft cry pierced the quiet once more. She was at the crib in an instant, her movements fluid despite the late hour. freёwebnoѵel.com
Scooping the baby into her arms, she activated her Heart of Nurture skill. A subtle warmth spread through her chest as empathic resonance revealed the source of the fuss: simple anxiety, the kind that often plagued little ones in unfamiliar environments.
"There, there," Su Wanyan whispered tenderly, patting Mo Yan’s back in a steady rhythm. "Aunt Wanyan is here." She rocked the baby back and forth with a natural, soothing sway, her voice a low, comforting hum that gradually eased the infant’s tension. Mo Yan’s cries quieted into small sniffles, then peaceful sighs.
Once calmed, Su Wanyan didn’t return her to the crib right away. Instead, she carried her back to her own bed and sat down, continuing to pat the baby’s back in gentle loops. Glancing at the watch on her wrist, she smiled gratefully.
Thanks to that potion, I don’t get exhausted as easily, she thought. She truly didn’t need much sleep anymore, yet the salted fish life she dreamed of, lazy days with minimal effort still called to her. freewēbnoveℓ.com
"Well, I suppose I need to take more steps toward that salted fish life," she murmured to herself with a soft chuckle, gently pinching Mo Yan’s chubby cheek. The baby made a small, content sound in response.
Just then, a new sound reached her ears—Mo Xingxue’s breathing had grown uneven again, bordering on hyperventilation. It wasn’t as intense as earlier episodes, but the worry it sparked in Su Wanyan was immediate.
Still cradling Mo Yan securely against her chest with one arm, she rose and crossed to Mo Xingxue’s side of the bed. The omega lay nestled comfortably within the blanket nest, but her face showed signs of distress, incoherent mutters slipping from her lips.
Su Wanyan sat carefully at the edge of the bed near the headboard. With her right arm still supporting the sleeping baby, she reached out with her left hand and began patting Mo Xingxue’s back in slow, rhythmic strokes. "It’s okay," she whispered softly, her voice like a gentle breeze. "You’re safe with me here."
The words, paired with another subtle release of calming chamomile pheromones, gradually worked their magic. Mo Xingxue’s breathing evened out, her furrowed brow smoothing into peaceful lines once more. Su Wanyan continued the gentle pats, her own eyelids growing heavier with each passing minute.
The weight of the long night finally caught up to her. As the seconds stretched into minutes, her head tilted slightly, and she drifted off into sleep right where she sat—still protectively close, one hand resting near Mo Xingxue, the other cradling little Mo Yan.
It was a sight to behold: an alpha watching over both an omega and a newborn in the quiet hours, her posture protective even in slumber. Soft silver moonlight spilled through the window, casting an otherworldly glow over the trio, turning the simple bedroom into something almost sacred.
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When Mo Xingxue woke in the early morning light, she felt a warm presence beside her. Groggily, she lifted her head, and the sight that greeted her stole her breath.
Su Wanyan was sitting upright against the headboard, eyes closed in deep sleep, yet still securely holding Mo Yan in her arms. The baby rested peacefully against Su Wanyan’s chest, tiny fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt.
For a long moment, Mo Xingxue was dazed, simply soaking in the tranquil, heartwarming image of the two people she cherished most. But guilt soon crashed over her like a cold wave.
I’ve caused trouble for her again, she thought bitterly. Ever since the show began, she had leaned on Su Wanyan endlessly, whether for her daughter’s care or her own vulnerabilities. Su Wanyan didn’t have to do any of it, yet she continued without hesitation.
Her heat-amplified emotions made the guilt feel heavier, dragging her thoughts into darker, more depressing territory. Overwhelmed, Mo Xingxue shifted closer and wrapped her arms around Su Wanyan’s thigh, burying her face against it as silent tears began to soak through the fabric.
The sudden dampness startled Su Wanyan awake. She blinked, her voice hoarse and husky from sleep. "What’s wrong?" she asked gently, looking down with immediate concern.
Mo Xingxue’s tears paused briefly as she looked up, but the sight of Su Wanyan’s kind, sleepy face only made them flow harder. "I’m sorry.. because of my crying, I woke you up," she whispered, guilt thick in her voice.
Su Wanyan felt a wave of fond exasperation. What is going on with this woman? She thought, though the feeling was wrapped in deep affection.
"You didn’t wake me up at all. I just suddenly woke up," Su Wanyan tried, offering a gentle excuse. Even she could tell it sounded flimsy.
Mo Xingxue’s tears renewed. Su Wanyan sighed inwardly. That stupid author..... Mo Xingxue isn’t a cold, unattainable beauty at all! She’s an unattainable crybaby beauty! The thought was fond rather than critical.
"Don’t cry. I’m not lying," Su Wanyan insisted softly. "Did you forget? I always wake up early." She drew on the original owner’s memories of rising at six or seven in the morning.
The reminder finally helped. Mo Xingxue’s tears slowed, and she sniffled, her face full of grievances. Su Wanyan’s heart melted further. With her free hand, she gently wiped the tears from Mo Xingxue’s cheeks.
"What a big baby," Su Wanyan teased lightly.
Mo Xingxue merely sniffled again, looking both pitiful and endearing. Su Wanyan couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound warm in the quiet room. Checking her watch—5:19 AM—she ruffled Mo Xingxue’s hair affectionately. "Get some more sleep."
Mo Xingxue nodded obediently. Su Wanyan scooted closer carefully and placed Mo Yan gently on the bed between them. The omega hugged her daughter close, then looked up at Su Wanyan with hesitant eyes. "You won’t leave us, right?"
Su Wanyan smiled reassuringly. "Of course not." She twisted her upper body slightly, stretching out some stiffness. "I’m just stretching. I’ll stay right here." She leaned back against the headboard, solid and present.
Mo Xingxue nodded, hugging her daughter tighter as her eyes grew heavy once more. She soon drifted back into peaceful sleep. Su Wanyan watched them both with a fond smile playing on her lips.
Before long, the lingering tiredness pulled her under as well. I’ll get a few more minutes of sleep, she thought, surrendering to the quiet comfort of the moment.
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Time drifted gently forward in the quiet bedroom, the deep hush of early morning slowly giving way to the awakening world outside. The soft darkness that had blanketed the room began to recede as the first hints of dawn crept through the curtains.
Birds stirred in the trees surrounding the villa, their cheerful chirps growing steadily louder and more vibrant, filling the air with a lively symphony that contrasted beautifully with the tranquil stillness inside.
Golden sunlight filtered through the sheer fabric of the curtains, casting warm, ethereal beams across the bed. The light danced delicately over the three figures nestled together, bathing them in a soft, glowing radiance that made the moment feel almost dreamlike.
Mo Xingxue lay peacefully on her side, her long black hair spilling across the pillow like strands of midnight silk. Her arm was wrapped protectively around little Mo Yan, who slept soundly between her and Su Wanyan, tiny chest rising and falling in even rhythm.
The nest of blankets Su Wanyan had carefully arranged earlier cradled them all in a cocoon of comfort and warmth.
Su Wanyan remained leaning against the headboard, her body relaxed in sleep even as one arm rested near Mo Xingxue, as if ready to offer comfort at any moment.
The sunlight highlighted the gentle contours of her face—the relaxed line of her brows, the faint curve of her lips that still held a trace of that small, content smile from the night’s quiet labors.
The Perfect Foundation Potion had kept her strong through the long hours, but the visible traces of care were there in the slight shadows beneath her eyes, now softened by the morning glow.
The scene was one of pure, unguarded intimacy. Mo Xingxue’s nightgown strap had slipped slightly again, revealing the elegant line of her shoulder, while Mo Yan’s little hand clutched a fold of Su Wanyan’s shirt in her sleep.
The chamomile scent from earlier still lingered faintly in the air, mixing with the natural warmth of their combined presence.
Outside, the birds continued their cheerful chorus, growing bolder as more sunlight poured in, illuminating dust motes that floated lazily like tiny sparks of magic.
As the minutes passed, the room transformed under the strengthening light. The soft golden hues deepened, wrapping around the trio like a tender embrace from the sun itself.
They looked as if they were the picturesque family in a fairytale—beautiful, harmonious, and untouched by the complications waiting beyond the bedroom door.
The sunlight continued to pour in, casting its ethereal glow over them all, turning the simple nest into something timeless and wondrous.
