Chapter 447 A Heartwarming Reunion Dinner

The crisis was over, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

The sky was beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.

Gu Beichen held Su Yue's hand as they walked back to the compound.

Their clothes were soaking wet and clung to their bodies, and their shoes were covered in mud. They looked utterly disheveled, but neither of them seemed to mind.

"How did you know there was water down there?" Gu Beichen suddenly asked.

Su Yue turned her head to the side, and the morning light shone on her face, making the fine hairs clearly visible.

"Would you believe me if I said I was the reincarnation of a dragon girl?"

Gu Beichen stopped and looked at her intently.

"letter."

He reached out and helped her tidy her wet bangs.

"I believe whatever you say."

Su Yue's heart skipped a beat, and she was about to say something when a cacophony of car horns suddenly came from ahead.

A Hongqi sedan with a Beijing license plate was parked at the entrance of the compound.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged woman dressed in a Lenin suit stepped out, holding the hands of two children.

That was Chu Jingya, and Yang Yiyi.

"Yueyue! We're back!"

Chu Jingya held a baby in her arms and waved in this direction in the morning light.

Yang Yiyi was also holding a chubby little boy in her arms, grinning foolishly.

"Mother!"

Gu Pingan and Gu Ningjing rushed out of the courtyard and crashed into Su Yue's arms like two small cannonballs.

Su Yue squatted down, hugged one child in each arm, and looked up at her sisters and husband not far away.

The sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was gentle.

This is probably the truest form of a peaceful and tranquil life.

"Come on, let's go home." Gu Beichen pulled her up and took Gu Ping'an's schoolbag with his other hand. "I'll make you breakfast."

Su Yue looked at his broad back, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

This is her man.

He can roll around in the mud with her, and he can also wash his hands and cook for her at the stove.

There's still a long way to go.

The gate to the Gu family courtyard was pushed open completely. Before the jeep was even turned off, Gu Ping'an and Gu Ningjing started circling around the two babies who had just gotten out of the car.

"Is this my little brother?" Gu Ping'an nestled in Yang Yiyi's arms, poking Yun Ting's chubby cheek with a finger. "He's like a lump of dough, every poke leaves a dent."

"Go easy!" Yang Yiyi slapped Gu Ping'an's bottom and scolded him with a laugh, "This is your Uncle Yun's precious darling. If you poke him, I'll make you my bodyguard."

Chu Jingya handed Gu Qing, who was in her arms, to Zhang Huilan, who came out to greet her, and shook her sore arms.

She was wearing a light blue dress. Although she had given birth, her figure had recovered remarkably well. However, her hands, which used to be used only for holding paintbrushes, now had the strength to hold a baby.

"We've finally arrived." Chu Jingya breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Gu Beixiao getting out of the driver's seat. "This ride was so bumpy, my bones felt like they were going to fall apart. Young Master Gu, you still need to practice your driving skills."

Gu Beixiao walked around the front of the car, carrying two huge net bags filled with milk powder cans, diapers, and various Beijing specialties.

His once-sharp Zhongshan suit was now wrinkled like a rag, and his forehead was covered in sweat, yet he showed no sign of anger.

"My wife is right." Gu Beixiao put the things on the steps and skillfully took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe Chu Jingya's sweat. "Next time, let my older brother drive, and I'll sit in the back and hold the baby."

Su Yue leaned against the door frame, holding half a watermelon in her hand, scooping it out with a spoon, and looked on with a show-like expression: "Oh, is this still the second young master Gu who used to be so powerful in the capital? Why does he look like a stay-at-home dad?"

Gu Beixiao rolled his eyes at her, took the herbal tea Zhang Huilan handed him and gulped it down: "Su Yue, stop making fun of me. Wait until your old Gu can change three diapers in one go without even breaking a sweat before you come and laugh at me."

Gu Beichen was carrying the last suitcase when he entered. He paused upon hearing this and glanced at his younger brother expressionlessly: "I can change a magazine with one hand, changing a diaper shouldn't be any harder."

A burst of laughter erupted in the courtyard.

With three women making a drama, plus four children, the liveliness of the Gu family courtyard doubled.

Zhang Huilan and Chen Yaru were busy in the kitchen, the sound of spatulas clattering and the aroma of scallions, ginger and garlic filling the entire yard.

Under the grape trellis, Su Yue, Yang Yiyi, and Chu Jingya sat around a low table.

On the table were mung bean soup that Su Yue had specially chilled and sliced ​​cantaloupe.

"You have no idea what kind of roughneck Yun Mu is," Yang Yiyi complained as she fanned Yun Ting with a palm leaf fan. "The other night, the baby was crying in the middle of the night, and he groggily got up, grabbed my slippers, and shoved them into the baby's mouth, saying he was breastfeeding. I was so angry I almost died."

Su Yue laughed so hard she almost spat out the melon in her mouth: "Is Commander Yun applying his military leadership skills to raising a child? Is he always on high alert?"

“That’s right.” Yang Yiyi rolled her eyes. “Now, whenever Yunting cries, he shouts ‘Stand at attention!’ regardless of whether the child understands or not.”

Chu Jingya smiled, holding a sketchbook in her hand, sketching a scene of two older children chasing each other in the yard.

“Bei Xiao is quite thoughtful.” Chu Jingya glanced at her husband, who was helping Gu Beichen wash vegetables by the well. “Back in the capital, if Gu Qingyi whimpered at night, he would wake up faster than I did. Sometimes I even wondered if he had radar installed.”

Su Yue followed her gaze.

Beside the well, Gu Beixiao, with his trousers rolled up, was clumsily dealing with a slippery grouper.

Those hands that once only used a pen to sign documents and draw lines of life and death were now tightly pressing the fish's head. They weren't annoyed at being splashed with water by the fish's tail; instead, they grinned foolishly at Gu Beichen beside them.

“He’s changed,” Su Yue said softly. “I used to think he was deep and unfathomable, like a bottomless pit. Now he seems like just an ordinary man who wants a wife, kids, and a warm bed.”

“It’s better to be a little more down-to-earth.” Chu Jingya put down her pen and looked at the blurry outline on the drawing paper. “Back in the capital, I had to sleep with one eye open. Now that I’m here, I feel like my feet are on the ground.”

Two large tables were set out for lunch.

The children sat at one table, and the adults at another.

Gu Ping'an, as the eldest brother, is very responsible.

He picked up a chicken leg and gave it to Gu Ningjing, then used a spoon to feed Yun Ting, who was still drooling, egg custard. Although his face was covered in it, he did it with great flair.

"Come on, let's drink to this rare reunion." Gu Beichen raised his glass, which contained homemade rice wine.

The three men clinked their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

Gu Beixiao put down his cup, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into Chu Jingya's bowl, removing the fat and leaving only the lean meat. "Try it, Mom's cooking."

The Second Young Master Gu, who lives in a grand mansion in the capital and is known for his strict adherence to the rules of "not speaking while eating or sleeping" and doesn't even make a sound while drinking soup, is now gnawing on a chicken foot and discussing with Yun Mu which type of diaper has the best absorbency.

After the meal, the sun began to set, and the sea breeze carried away some of the heat.

“Come on, I’ll take you to a great place.” Su Yue stood up and clapped her hands. “Let’s go see our ‘treasure trove’.”

The two jeeps were packed full as they drove westward toward the Red Star Farm.