Yun Yuwan met with the partners in the evening and entertained them until almost nine o'clock. She drove a little faster on the way home and quickly stepped out of the elevator.
She would tell Qingqing an educational story every night, and Qingqing would wait for her, worried that she might be anxious.
But as she hurried into the room, she saw the back of a man sitting down, Little Qingqing resting her hands on his broad shoulders, looking at the picture book in his hands, wearing a soft, cotton long-sleeve suitable for holding children.
The steady male voice carried the experience of having weathered many storms and the ability to control them, yet there was a gentle and calm strength as if he could block the winds and rain outside the house:
"Jack carefully planted the beans in the yard," he read, "and in no time, the bean sprouts emerged, the stems twisting together, growing taller and taller until they reached the clouds, like a ladder to the sky."