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"It's just a nightmare. The reality isn't as you dreamed. Xiaoqiang might be fine; you're overthinking it."
After a while of comforting, Ye Chenfeng managed to stabilize Ding Li's emotions. She looked up at him, surprised, and asked, "Where are you going?"
Ding Li's question made Ye Chenfeng realize that he had been so flustered earlier that he forgot to change his clothes. He was still dressed as if he had just come back from outside. To avoid making her worry, he nodded and said, "I was just about to go for a run when you startled me awake."
"A run? What time is it now?"
Fortunately, there was no alarm clock in the bedroom. Ding Li didn't know when she developed an auditory hypersensitivity; any slight sound would prevent her from sleeping soundly. This was the reason they didn't have an alarm clock in their room.
Ye Chenfeng remembered that once, when they were getting intimate and about to reach a certain state, Ding Li suddenly lost interest, which left him quite displeased. The culprit was the sound of the alarm clock, which could disrupt their happy life together.
"It's four o'clock. Seeing how scared you are, I won't go out; I'll stay and let you sleep a bit longer." Ye Chenfeng lied, adapting to the current situation so he could rest a little.
Ding Li wished that Ye Chenfeng wouldn't go for a run. As he took off his clothes, she felt delighted and hurriedly wrapped her arms around him, seeking comfort and safety.
It was true that whenever Ye Chenfeng was by her side, Ding Li rarely had nightmares. Whether it was psychological or something else, she couldn't quite explain it herself.
After falling asleep again, Ding Li felt as if she had slept for a long time.
In her mind, Ye Chenfeng had said it was four o'clock.
Four o'clock meant there were only two hours until dawn.
But in her perception, it felt like she had slept for four or five hours.
Sleeping for four or five hours would be terrible.
Sun Grandpa was shining his light, and the Paper Craft Shop hadn't opened yet. Ye Chenfeng had already gone to work.
Ding Li hurriedly got up, her hand brushing against someone still in bed. She looked closely and realized—hey, Ye Chenfeng hadn’t gone to work; today was Sunday! Wait, what time was it?
Ye Chenfeng's wristwatch caught Ding Li's attention. As he woke up and opened his eyes, he smiled at her and said, "Awake?"
"Seven o'clock..."
Ding Li shook her head in disbelief. How could this be? She got up and noticed that Ye Chenfeng had no intention of getting up either. Leaning closer to his ear, she shouted, "Time to get up! Sun Grandpa is shining!"
"Oh."
If Ye Chenfeng were just an ordinary office worker, not a Yin-Yang Master, and if Ding Li didn’t have her little quirks or any plans for the Paper Craft Shop, the scene before them would be a blissful space envied by many single men.
In reality, their happiness wasn’t all that perfect.
They silently understood each other as they both got up and busied themselves—one staying home to prepare for the Paper Craft Shop later, while the other rushed downstairs, worried about being late.
Now it was fingerprint clocking in; paper cards were a thing of the past. If only it were still paper cards, Ye Chenfeng could ask a colleague to clock in for him before he arrived at the office.
As for Ye Chenfeng's major in Chemical Engineering, to be honest, he really didn’t like it.
In his previous expectations, Chemical Engineering was supposed to be an obscure field that would eventually see a turnaround many years later and become one of the most sought-after majors.
Ye Chenfeng estimated that based on the current situation, he might just wait long enough to see that turnaround happen.
Because of his work environment, he was unhappy.
Before Ye Chenfeng started working at the company, he had gone to a distant city for training at the headquarters in a coastal city.
After the grueling training, he lost over ten pounds.
It was a devilish training program.
Comparable to military training, it was simply unbearable. Every day, just as he closed his eyes, a whistle would blow to wake him up.
He had to get out of bed and complete the task in just a few seconds.
Then, he would crawl and roll in muddy pits, getting covered in dirt. After that, he had to memorize the company guidelines on how to be loyal to the company and other related documents and regulations.
Once the training was completed, he was assigned to a branch office.
His position was in the Quality Control Department.
After reporting to the Quality Control Department and undergoing two weeks of internship, for reasons unknown, he was inexplicably transferred to the Promotion Department.
Every day was so dull that it made him anxious; his colleagues were all playing games.
He didn’t play games and sat blankly at his computer desk, passing the time aimlessly.
Ye Chenfeng had a premonition that the company might lay off employees, and he was the first one who came to mind. His transfer to the Promotion Department wasn’t without reason; it involved some connections.
He still remembered a day half a month after he first arrived at the company when something happened.
A colleague seemed to be moving in.
Ye Chenfeng, unable to sit still, took the initiative to help.
After they finished, this colleague quietly asked, "Which department do you work in?"
Ye Chenfeng smiled and replied, "Quality Control Department."
The unfamiliar colleague handed him a cigarette and introduced himself, "I'm Jiao Xinxie. If you can, hurry up and transfer to the Promotion Department."
Ye Chenfeng didn't take Jiao Xinxie's words to heart; he preferred to go with the flow.
But soon after, a transfer order came down, and he was inexplicably moved to the Promotion Department.
Was this a subtle way of showing disdain? Ye Chenfeng held the transfer order, his heart sinking. He knew that finding a job these days was not easy, and resigning just like that wasn't a wise move. He could only take it one step at a time.
Ye Chenfeng went to the Promotion Department.
His arrival was met with some discontent among his colleagues. While they didn't voice their opinions openly, there were murmurs behind the scenes.
There were all sorts of comments.
"Ye Chenfeng, right? I bet he just got in here through connections. How can a new intern like him stay in the Promotion Department?"
"The Quality Control Department has more space and better development compared to the Promotion Department. Anyone with a sharp mind would want to come here, but it depends on whether they have the ability to stay."
"I wonder what kind of deity he is to end up in the Promotion Department."
Ye Chenfeng overheard this as he walked in.
When his colleagues saw him arrive, they put on fake smiles and pretended to be polite.
Ye Chenfeng felt extremely frustrated in the Promotion Department.
Several times he had gritted his teeth, wanting to resign, but he was unwilling to leave without a clear reason.
Ever since the establishment of the Paper Craft Shop, Ye Chenfeng had dismissed the idea of quitting.
He continued working at the company, playing the fool, pretending to be deaf and clueless, just a complete novice.
He could work during the day and take a part-time job at the Paper Craft Shop at night. The money he earned wasn’t just money; it was good karma—building good karma for Ding Li and for himself.
With nothing much to do, while his colleagues played games, he would lay his head down on his desk and catch up on sleep.
Last night's events were still fresh in his mind.
Ding Li was truly pitiful; she struggled to adapt to work and lacked the ability to navigate the treacherous waters of office politics. He feared for her safety, worried about her being hurt or wronged, and concerned about her safety on the road.
"Ye Chenfeng, are you ready for your business trip? You’ll be taking your senior, Xu Ziliang."
Xu Ziliang and Ye Chenfeng were acquainted.
Ye Chenfeng was known for being the one who enjoyed playing sadistic games featuring Japanese female characters the most.
He couldn't go on the business trip; he couldn't leave Ding Li alone. Without him, she would have nightmares.
"I'm sorry, I can't go on the business trip. I can't leave things at home."
Many people wished to have a senior accompany them on business trips, but when Ye Chenfeng's luck finally came, he proactively turned it down. This was the first time it had happened, and it was hard to believe.
The office fell into a long silence.
No one dared to openly defy their leader like that; no one dared to refuse a leader's arrangements.
Ye Chenfeng had crossed a line.
This time, he would surely face consequences for his actions.
The leader, with a dark expression, did not look at Ye Chenfeng as he turned and walked into his office, followed closely by Xu Ziliang.
After that, Ye Chenfeng had no idea how the leader arranged things; all he knew was that he did not go on the scheduled business trip.
Someone else took his place.
Before lunch, Ye Chenfeng made sure to call Ding Li. It was another thing they had consistently done since they got married.
Ding Li had been waiting for Ye Chenfeng's call.
When the phone finally connected, she eagerly told Ye Chenfeng, "Ye Chenfeng, something happened. A woman came looking for you, saying her child is missing."
"Shouldn't she report a missing child to the police? Are you sure you didn't misunderstand? Or maybe this woman is just desperate and looking in the wrong place?"
Ding Li replied urgently, "No, it's not that. The woman's child is named Xiao Qiang, and he has been missing for half a month. She heard someone mention you and came to find you."
"Xiao Qiang is his son?" Ye Chenfeng noticed a colleague approaching and quickly covered the receiver, whispering, "Let's talk after work. I need to go eat."
"You need to come back quickly."
Ye Chenfeng promised and hung up the phone.
After lunch, he found it hard to enjoy his meal. The name Xiao Qiang kept floating in his mind—Xiao Qiang, a child, the woman searching for him, and Ding Li's nightmare.
Someone tried to greet Ye Chenfeng, but he didn't hear them. The other person frowned in displeasure and thought to himself: What's so great about him? He offended the boss today; he wouldn't even know when he gets fired, yet here he is acting all high and mighty.
With his mind occupied, Ye Chenfeng left work early, a reckless move considering he had just upset his boss.
He didn't even glance at his boss's stormy face.
When he got home, Ding Li was not there.
Ding Li was at the Paper Craft Shop.
Ye Chenfeng hurried to the Paper Craft Shop.
Ding Li looked surprised and said, "You got off work so early?"
Ye Chenfeng wearily shook his head and sat down. "I took a leave. Where is that woman?" He noticed the shop was empty, except for a row of newly crafted paper figures, while the previously made ones were pushed to the back.
Ding Li had hung a name tag around each paper figure's neck.
As she came to the Paper Craft Shop, she had been thinking that Xiao Qiang might have possessed one of the paper figures. However, after entering the shop, she hadn't seen Xiao Qiang for a long time and instead noticed that one paper figure was missing.
The missing figure was number 13, a Child Spirit.
It had been custom-made.
The family who ordered the Child Spirit was quite wealthy. It was said that their child was often ill, and a medium had advised them to burn a Child Spirit as an offering to ensure their child's safety.
In no time, the family who had ordered the Child Spirit was supposed to come and pick it up, but the Child Spirit was nowhere to be found.
“She told me some things and then left. She also said she would come back in the afternoon,” Ding Li replied to Ye Chenfeng, suddenly recalling the missing Child Spirit. “It seems like my number 13 Child Spirit is lost.”
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