"Don't worry, I absolutely did not mean to disrespect or disregard you as my in-laws. Today was indeed inappropriate, and I will definitely visit you in person with gifts another day."

Wen Qinghe said softly, "I know, I understand. Today's events happened suddenly, and my father doesn't know about you and Mom yet."

Time was short, and Yan Zhenyue had gotten carried away with his excitement. Today was indeed not a good time for the two families to meet.

After dinner, Yan Zhenyue personally drove the two of them back home.

As they parted, Yan Zhenyue probably felt that the meal had brought him closer to Yan Xiao and his wife.

He looked at the graceful little girl standing obediently beside his son, and he liked her very much.

How could such a well-behaved and gentle little girl not be his daughter!

However, if it really were his daughter, he couldn't bear to let his precious daughter suffer so much after they had been separated for so many years.

Oh well, his daughter-in-law is not bad either.

However, when the newly recognized son and his beloved daughter stood together, it inevitably gave off a "beauty and the beast" vibe.

He couldn't help but give Yan Xiao some earnest advice.

"Qinghe is a good girl, you must treat her well. She is frail, so don't take advantage of your big size to bully her. You must take good care of her."

Yan Xiao: ...

He frowned slightly, looking at the leader who was of low intelligence and emotional intelligence, his dark eyes staring intently at half of his face.

This man was absent from most of his life, so how could he now shamelessly start interfering in his life the moment they recognized each other?

With that fearless face?

Tsk.

To put it bluntly, in Yan Xiao's heart now, Qingqing will always be number one, followed by the people she cares about.

Only then can we get to meet the relatives we meet today.

He was grateful to his mother for giving him life, but this gratitude was based on the premise that he met Qingqing.

Without Qingqing, he would probably always be walking in darkness, utterly devoid of light.

He lazily lifted his eyelids: "I am not you. I will naturally take good care of my wife and will not put her in danger."

Without looking at Yan Zhenyue's darkened expression, he took his wife directly into the courtyard house.

Once the gate was closed...

The man, who had been expressionless and seemingly without any emotional fluctuations all day, suddenly bent down and embraced the soft, gentle woman in front of him.

He buried his head in the girl's fragrant neck.

"Qingqing, it turns out I've always had a mother."

The man's voice was very low, yet it revealed a hint of vulnerability and barely perceptible joy.

Wen Qinghe's heart softened, and she gently stroked the man's coarse hair with her small hand.

"Yes, Mother has never forgotten Ayan. Ayan has always been loved."

The strong man suddenly straightened up from the girl's arms, lifted her up with both hands, and in an instant, the girl's body was off the ground.

Wen Qinghe's legs were forced apart and placed on the man's strong waist.

At this height, two people can look at each other at eye level.

The man stared intently at the girl's fair and delicate face, which showed a hint of surprise.

"Baby, I am happy because of you."

With her body suspended in the air and her legs wrapped around his waist, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, even though she knew the man wouldn't let her fall.

Yan Xiao's eyes were deep, and there was a tenderness in them that could drown you.

His burning gaze lingered on her moist, red lips, his expression highly suggestive and hinting at a possible conquest.

Even though they had been married for several years, Wen Qinghe still couldn't help but blush and feel her heart race.

She instinctively wanted to bite her lip, but the man clearly wouldn't give her that chance.

"Baby, don't bite."

As soon as she finished speaking, her red lips were enveloped by the man's cool breath.

The man, his eyes slightly closed, traced the soft, tender lips inch by inch before forcefully prying them open.

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The little girl's soft moans, starting to get unbearable, could be heard in my ears.

The man's breathing suddenly quickened, and the large hand that had been supporting the little bottom began to wander...

…

"Baby, how about I make a swing under this cherry tree tomorrow?"

"Ha, no...no... please stop..."

White and pink flowers fell softly.

Wen Qinghe's reddened eyes were tinged with tears, her voice hoarse and incoherent.

"Waaah... the little cherries... they've all... fallen off..."

"hehe…"

The man's eyes bulged with lust, yet his voice carried a gentle, seductive quality.

"It's okay, baby. There are so many yards with cherry trees, I won't let you go hungry..."

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The little girl's face turned red with anger, and she grumbled and complained about him.

Her head and clothes were covered with pink and white cherry petals.

The night was dark, with countless stars twinkling in the sky.

Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the sky.

It was as if a dazzling light burst forth in Wen Qinghe's mind.

In her hazy state of consciousness, she no longer cared about the fallen cherry blossoms that filled the courtyard.

—

"So, your in-laws are still alive?"

While Wen Yunhuai found it unbelievable, he was also happy for the kid.

When he first learned about the boy's background, he felt a little sorry for him.

Ultimately, without the help of his parents, he must have endured a lot of hardship growing up.

If such a child's heart hasn't gone astray, their character will certainly be extraordinary.

In the past, he looked down on Yan Xiao, regardless of his background.

He can't help but find fault with anyone who tries to steal his cabbage.

But later, he saw how much Yan Xiao cherished Qingqing, and at times he, as her father, even felt ashamed of himself.

He had already let go of his resentment. If his daughter liked him, and this man happened to value his daughter above all else, then he would accept him as a son-in-law.

If this kid dares to betray his treasure, he will make him regret it even if it costs him everything.

Wen Yunhuai's daughter never had to compromise or make concessions.

"Yes, Dad. It's just that I was in a rush yesterday and didn't have time to tell you."

Wen Qinghe mumbled something while biting into the layered cake made by Aunt Wang at home.

It was during a break between classes, and she had originally planned to come to Wen Yunhuai's office to discuss this matter.

Who knew Dad would bring so much delicious food?

She was sitting on Professor Wen's chair, and there was a pile of pastries made by Aunt Wang on the table.

Eating just pastries was a bit too dry, so she specially took a cup of strawberry milk green tea from her spatial storage.

A bite of layered cake, a bite of pea flour cake, and then a sip of milk tea.

Wen Qinghe squinted her eyes in enjoyment.

Wen Yunhuai stood by the window with a thermos in his hand, looking at his daughter, who resembled his deceased wife, bathed in sunlight, with a doting smile on his lips.

[Xiao He, all these years, you've never appeared in my dreams. If it weren't for our daughter, I'm afraid I would have forgotten what you look like. Do you know? Our daughter is healthy now, and she will have many more years to come. The only regret is that you're not by my side. —From Wen Yunhuai's diary]

Outside the window, the lush green branches exude boundless vitality, and everything seems to be moving in a positive direction.