Mu Qing’s suggestion.
Ye Aijun added, “Let’s head back in the evening. There’s no rush for Tongtong to return to Guancheng tomorrow or the day after. Young Master Zhan just got back from a trip and must be tired—let him rest at our villa. Tomorrow’s the weekend, a perfect time to catch up with Junbo.”
Zhan Yin smiled lightly, “That was my thought too, but I didn’t want to trouble Auntie.”
Ye Aijun replied, “No trouble at all—we’d love it! Yangyang probably doesn’t even want to go home yet.”
She waved at Yangyang.
Yangyang walked over, and she pulled him into her arms, lifting him up. “Yangyang, want to stay and play a couple more days?”
“I don’t mind either way. I’ll go back when Little Aunt does—I’m sticking with her.”
His mom hadn’t returned yet.
Yangyang was unbothered.
Zhan Yin teased, “You’re so caught up in the fun you’ve forgotten home. Your mom will be back soon—Uncle Lu’s already gone to Jiangcheng to pick her up.”
Yangyang let out an “Oh.”
He knew that.
He’d even grumbled about Lu Dongming not taking him along to see his mom.
Lu Dongming had said he was having too much fun at Fengchen Villa, completely lost in it, and Jiangcheng was too far—how could he bring him? He’d also mentioned Jiangcheng’s cold weather, saying he could handle a day or two but not longer.
Yangyang had dropped the complaints after that, though he’d demanded Lu Dongming say he liked him best upon returning and take him everywhere from now on.
Lu Dongming had laughed heartily at that.
He thought Yangyang was getting jealous over his mom.
“Then let’s head back in the evening,” Hai Tong decided.
Zhan Yin had no objections.
Even if his wife wanted to stay another night at the Mu family’s, he’d stay with her.
The Mu family’s house was self-built with plenty of rooms—staying a night wouldn’t be an issue for their group.
Of course, not staying was preferable.
Fengchen Villa was bigger, more comfortable, and offered a chance to chat with friends.
“Young Master Zhan, have you all eaten?” Mu Qing suddenly asked.
“We had something on the plane,” Zhan Yin replied.
“Want anything more?”
Zhan Yin politely declined with thanks.
He wasn’t hungry.
It wasn’t mealtime, and he didn’t want to trouble the Mu family to cook again.
Hai Tong led her husband back to the guest room to rest.
Once inside, after closing the door, Zhan Yin immediately wrapped his arms around Hai Tong from behind, then turned her to face him.
“Tongtong, I missed you so much.”
He hugged his wife tightly.
Hai Tong hugged him back, “I missed you too. Every day, whenever I had a moment, I’d think of you. I was even more worried about all of you. Thank goodness everyone’s fine.”
“With you waiting at home, I’d never let anything happen to me.”
Zhan Yin loosened his hold, gently pushing her back a bit. One hand slid to her rounded belly.
The baby kicked him.
“Tongtong!”
Zhan Yin exclaimed softly, “He moved! Just now—he moved! I touched him, and he kicked me.”
It wasn’t a hard kick, but he felt it clearly.
Hai Tong laughed, rolling her eyes at him, “If he didn’t move, we’d have to worry. The fetal movements are obvious now, and the kicks are getting stronger. Around seven or eight at night, they’re even more intense. Touch him, and he’ll kick back—it’s fun.”
At night, when the movements were frequent, she loved teasing the baby in her womb.
Feeling the wonder of life.
Zhan Yin crouched down, pressing his face to her belly, one hand still touching it. He spoke softly, “Baby, it’s Daddy. Daddy’s back from the trip to take you and Mommy home.”
