Shu Ying didn't have much of an impression of Xie Zhiyan. They had only met a few times before their marriage, and her only memory of him after the marriage was from their wedding night.

However, the stubborn part of Yang Yang's personality is most likely inherited from Xie Zhiyan; boys' personalities tend to resemble their fathers more.

Shu Ying sighed softly and looked out the window: "Speaking of which, so many letters have been sent from home, but Xie Zhiyan hasn't replied to a single one. I wonder if he even received them."

If those letters hadn't fallen into Xie Zhiyan's hands, he might not have even known about the two children.

Having been missing for so many years, it's safe to assume he's been on the front lines.

The situation on the front lines was constantly changing, so it was understandable that he couldn't receive the information. Shu Ying never thought of complaining.

She was lucky to have survived; she never imagined he would come back in her past life.

Shu Ying watched her two well-behaved children, Yueyue eating eggs in small bites, the flavorful chicken soup noodles having a very chewy texture.

Yueyue doesn't like carrots, so Shuying put in some effort, chopping the carrots into small pieces and mixing them into the chicken soup. Children tend to swallow food whole, so it's hard for them to taste the flavor.

She brought over another bowl of noodles from the kitchen, looking thoughtful.

Xie Zhiyan hasn't contacted his family for so long, and we don't know if he likes children or not. With his cold personality, would he be a little more gentle if he knew about the existence of children?

Her gaze lingered on Yangyang. She could vaguely see some resemblance to Xie Zhiyan in the little guy's features, but she wondered if the father and son would get along well.

As a result, Yueyue never had any complaints about Xie Zhiyan, and she would affectionately call him "Dad" every time she saw his only photo.

Over the years, she has raised her child alone, and she originally thought that she could have raised the child even without Xie Zhiyan.

Little did they know that the absence of a father would leave such a deep scar on the two children's hearts.

Shu Ying felt a pang of guilt, so she set aside some noodles for the child.

"Yueyue, Yangyang, you two are growing, so you need to eat more. There's more in the kitchen. If you need more, Mom will get some more."

Yangyang patted his round little belly with one hand, with grease still on the corner of his mouth: "Mom, I can't eat anymore, you eat it. My belly is about to turn into a small watermelon. When I tap it, it makes a thumping sound."

Shu Ying was amused by his adorable appearance. She picked up a tissue from the table and wiped Yangyang's mouth.

"Okay, go out and play after you've eaten. Be careful with your sister."

Yangyang didn't move. He stood there, blinking his almond-shaped eyes: "Mom, when can my sister and I go out to play? We've already played with all these toys at home, and we've read all the picture books. My sister and I are so bored when you're not home with us."

Yangyang noticed yesterday that the scenery outside the window had changed a lot and was completely different from what he saw at home.