Wu Sicheng brought his arms together, and the little ones gasped in surprise as their father picked them up.

"Ah—Wu-hu—Take-off!" the little ones exclaimed. "Daddy, rush inside!"

Wu Sicheng carried the three children into the living room amidst their enthusiastic cheers and placed them on the sofa.

The children left their father's arms and immediately pulled him to sit on the sofa, then onto his lap, asking him all sorts of questions.

"Dad, we see you!"

Wu Sicheng looked at his precious daughter, Xiao Tiancheng, on his right leg with a questioning look in his eyes. She smiled sweetly, which touched Wu Sicheng's heart.

Little Orange explained, "On TV! Daddy, you look so cool!"

Just as Wu Sicheng was about to say something, she continued, "But Dad, you seem to have lost weight. Is the training very tough? Aren't you a commander? Why are you so tired? I feel so sorry for you!" With that, she jumped off Wu Sicheng's lap and ran out of the living room, followed by Jing Huai and Jing Ren.

"Tap tap tap tap..." Little Orange came running back, carrying a pot of chilled fruit tea, followed by her two brothers, each carrying a tray of pastries.

"Dad drinks tea to quench his thirst."

"Dad is eating pastries. These are Grandma Ma's latest creations, they're so fresh."

"Dad, eat this! This is the best!"

The three little ones were talking, one pouring tea, the other handing out pastries—it was so heartwarming.

Wu Sicheng accepted the fruit tea and then the pastries. Eating the pastries and drinking the tea, he was even happier than if he had won the military exercise. His heart melted completely.

The children talked a lot when they saw their father, not giving Wu Sicheng a chance to speak.

Little Orange nestled against her father's left side, eager to tell him everything: "Daddy, why were you gone for so long? Did you protect our country? Were we bullied? Do you need me to help you? I've been studying martial arts really hard lately, and my older brother and younger brother can't beat me. And..."

Jinghuai and Jingren couldn't bear to watch. They let her have her way, and she thought she was invincible. The two brothers listened silently, looking at each other, unable to do anything about this younger sister (older sister). Their father still spoiled her, so they could only wait for their mother to come back.

Wu Sicheng listened attentively to his daughter's story, noticing the fascinating expressions on his sons' faces. He didn't point it out, enjoying this rare moment with his children, thinking that he would definitely tell his wife about it when she returned.

During the meal, the three children stayed close to him, constantly putting food on his plate.

"Dad, eat more meat, it will give you strength."

"Dad, eat more fish, it'll help your brain."

"Dad, eat this blood tofu, it will help replenish your blood."

"dad…"

The children chattered and kept piling food onto his plate, he couldn't eat it all.

Old Ma and Aunt Ma watched with delight, and ate even more happily.

That evening, Wu Sicheng had just finished showering and was looking at a thick photo album. It contained only one person: An Moxue. Next to each photo, he had noted the time and place of the photo shoot.

This is what he does most when he returns home and An Moxue is not there: look at her photo and miss her.

Three little heads, still wet from their bath, stood in a row by the door, peeking into the house.

That adorable little face had already melted Wu Sicheng's heart.

Wu Sicheng had actually noticed them from the beginning, but he hadn't had enough of his wife yet, so he decided to let them bear with it for a while!

They won't be able to hold back for long; they'll speak up soon enough.

He suppressed a laugh as he flipped through the photos. These were all photos he had taken of her, and a darkroom had even been built in the house specifically for developing the photos.

Even so, he earnestly instructed his children not to show their mother's photos to others. He even secretly stored them in a small compartment. Her profession meant there were many dangers, so the photos had to be handled with utmost care.

Jinghuai said like a little adult, "Sigh! Dad must be secretly watching Mom again."

Upon hearing this, Sweet Orange's expression changed slightly, and she looked like she was about to cry. She said weakly, "I miss my mom too. When is Mom coming back? I don't want Mom to earn money anymore, I want Mom!"

"I want a mom too!" Jingren said, pouting as if she was about to cry.

Although Jing Huai didn't say it, his tense expression revealed his displeasure.

Wu Sicheng could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb; she was really afraid that the little ones would start crying, especially Little Sweet Orange, who was just as difficult to handle as her mother.

So he pretended to have just seen them, looked up at them with surprise, and called out, "Daddy's darlings are so good, have you all finished your baths? Come here, Daddy will dry your hair."

Upon receiving their father's call, the three little ones immediately forgot about missing their mother and happily sat on the chaise lounge by the window, obediently waiting for Wu Sicheng.

Wu Sicheng went to the bathroom to get a few more towels, wiped his two sons haphazardly, then picked up Xiao Tiancheng and gently dried her hair.

While wiping his hair, he said, "Next time you can't sneak out without drying your hair, understand? Especially Jinghuai and Jingren, you are men, you should do things for yourselves. Grandpa Ma and Grandma Ma are very old and they have to take care of you, which is already very hard for them. You should also be considerate of them and be filial to them, right?"

The three little ones listened to their father and nodded obediently. Jing Huai-ren said eagerly, "Dad, we have our little ones. They also made pastries with Grandpa Ma and Grandma Ma, and helped them pick and wash vegetables."

Jing Huai said, "We also swept the floor and the yard."

Wu Sicheng listened patiently and praised them generously: "Daddy's baby is so good, such a good child. Keep it up. Mommy will be very happy to see your progress when she comes back."

Little Orange didn't say anything, just blinked her big eyes like a little eyelash fairy, her eyes darting around as if she was thinking of some mischievous idea. Wu Sicheng loved her like this, just like her mother when she was about to play a prank on someone.

“Sweet Orange, what about you? What did you do?” Wu Sicheng asked while drying her hair.

“Me, the supervisor! Grandpa Ma said that girls should have a sense of the big picture from a young age, just like my mother. I oversee everything. So, I pointed out that my older brother's floor wasn't swept clean enough, and I picked out my younger brother's vegetables that weren't picked properly.”

Wu Sicheng suppressed a laugh and asked, "So what did your Grandpa Ma say about you?"

Little Orange looked smug and said, "Grandpa Ma said I have the potential to be a scout. I'm very observant and can find the flaws in things. That's commendable, and I'm just like him in that respect."

Wu Sicheng chuckled inwardly. Only Uncle Ma could praise Little Sweet Orange, who hadn't done anything and was still pointing fingers, so highly. This favoritism was boundless.

Her eyes darted around, and before Wu Sicheng could say anything, she pressed her advantage, asking, "Dad, can we sleep with you tonight?"