She always looked forward to the summer and winter holidays, when all her great-grandchildren could come back.
On regular weekends, only Zhan Yin and Haoyu’s children would return to spend a couple of days with her.
The other great-grandchildren usually stayed with their parents and had no time to come back on weekends.
Only during the long holidays of summer and winter breaks would they be sent back to keep their old ancestor company.
“Old Madam,” the butler approached the pavilion, respectfully saying to the old lady, “The young master has picked up the young mistress, and their car has reached the foot of the hill.”
Hearing this, the old lady’s smile widened.
She said, “My Beibei is finally back.”
With that, she stood up and said to everyone, “You all stay here for a bit. I’m going to meet Beibei. I’ve missed her so much.”
From longing for a daughter to a granddaughter, then to a great-granddaughter, she had hoped through seven great-grandsons before finally getting a great-granddaughter.
To say Zhan Xi was the apple of the old lady’s eye was no exaggeration.
Even daily video calls with the two children couldn’t ease her longing.
“Grandma Zhan, slow down. We’ll go with you. Actually, when Tongtong returns, she’ll definitely bring the two kids to see you first thing,” Shen Xiaojun and the others stood up to follow the old lady.
Ning Yunchu and Shang Xiaofei flanked the old lady, each supporting one of her arms.
Zhan Yin had picked up his wife and children. As soon as the car stopped, Zhan Muchen opened the door himself and jumped out quickly.
“Great-Grandma, Great-Grandma, we’re back!” the little boy shouted, running swiftly toward the main house.
“Young Master Chen, don’t run so fast. The old madam isn’t in the house; she’s at the pavilion near the lotus garden.”
Zhan Muchen immediately stopped, turned around, and ran toward the lotus garden.
Beibei had just been carried out of the car by her father.
Seeing her brother run off, she grew anxious, struggling to get down.
Pointing in the direction her brother ran, she urgently called, “Brother, brother.”
Zhan Yin said, “Do you want to go with your brother?”
Beibei nodded repeatedly.
She wanted to follow her brother to see Great-Grandma.
The little girl was her brother’s shadow, always following him wherever he went.
Zhan Yin carried her, walking as he said, “Great-Grandma is at the lotus garden. Shall Daddy carry you to see her?”
“Okay,” the little girl replied in her sweet, childish voice.
But she kept calling for her brother, feeling he had left her behind without waiting for her.
Her anxious expression amused Zhan Yin, who finally crouched down, set his daughter on the ground, and said, “Go chase your brother yourself then.”
She probably thought her dad was too slow carrying her.
The little girl took off on her short legs, running after her brother.
