Chen Rou was fine with it; the boss was paying, the son was his, and she needed to plan her next move and read some books and materials about the interior of the Tamar ship. So she just let Nie Zhao do as he pleased. Staying in a hotel was fine too; she had no worries about food and drink.
However, for Nie Zhao, with neither his wife nor son around, his son is all alone with his sister in a foreign country. How is he doing? Does he like that theme park? It's already dark. He and Nie Han are staying in the most luxurious suite with the best view of the fireworks. Is he happy when he sees the fireworks?
At this moment, the father and son were on the same wavelength, and indeed, A-Yuan was not happy.
The nanny and Nie Han held onto the chairs, watching A Yuan. And he, sitting in the chair, miraculously reproduced the posture his father usually liked: arms crossed, legs crossed, looking both innocent and mature.
His little face was chubby, but his expression was sullen.
Large fireworks were blooming outside, each one more beautiful than the last, and they were blooming right in front of him.
The nanny said, "Cheer up, young master, we're watching fireworks, they're so beautiful."
A Yuan nodded very seriously.
Nie Han raised her camera and said, "Smile, I'll take a picture of you."
Unable to resist his sister's enthusiasm, A Yuan finally managed to smile, but it looked a little forced.
He didn't pester his parents to come, nor did he cry or make a fuss. He was such a good boy, so good.
When Nie Zhao called and asked him to answer, A Yuan answered the phone obediently.
When his father asked him if he had eaten, he answered yes. When asked if he was happy, he also said he was happy. But when he heard his mother call A Yuan, the little guy suddenly broke down in tears. The way he pouted and cried almost broke Nie Han's heart.
Chen Rou is an exceptionally strong person. Of course, being strong means being cold-blooded and lacking empathy.
She was an orphan who had never been loved and was incapable of loving anyone.
But at that moment, A Yuan made her realize how much he loved her.
His voice trembled, small and weak: "Mangmang, is your little Dudu in pain?"
Then she said, "Baby, baby can help you, help you with your toy."
So he spent the whole day dealing with business people while silently waiting for news from his mother.
In his mind, his mother must be sick, but the only illness he knew was a stomachache, which his nanny or father could rub to make it better. When he heard his mother's voice, he stopped being perfunctory and actively sought to see her and rub her stomach.
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