Yan Han stopped unbuttoning his shirt and frowned slightly. "Ji Huan?"
Uncle Hai nodded, "Yes, Young Master Ji Huan!"
At this point, Uncle Hai had not yet realized that there was anything wrong with this, and even took the initiative to report the young master's whereabouts for the day.
"After the young master went to work, I spent half a day with him in the garden, and he had a lot of fun. Miss Yi came by at lunchtime, but left when she saw you weren't there."
Uncle Hai didn't dare to say Yi Wei's question about the young master's identity. After all, no man likes to hear others question whether the child is his own!
Moreover, the young master and the young master look exactly alike; no one would believe he isn't the young master's son!
Furthermore, judging from the age, the young master said he is four and a half years old now. So, Ying'er must have gotten pregnant around the time of their wedding. Whose child could it be besides the young master's?
That day, Uncle Hai managed to get some information out of the little guy. Compared to the young master, the little guy was clearly more dependent on him and less wary of him. But even so, Uncle Hai could only get some trivial information out of the little guy. As for anything else that shouldn't be said, the little guy's mouth seemed to be locked, and he refused to reveal a single word.
Yan Han's body stiffened, and his hands stopped moving again.
"Xiao Wei? What's she doing here?"
"She didn't say anything!" Uncle Hai was too lazy to gossip about her, so he took Yan Han's coat and bag and went to hang them up.
Yan Han thought for a moment, "Did Zizai say anything?"
Uncle Hai didn't want to stir up trouble, but after hearing the young master's question, he said, "Miss Yi doesn't seem to like the young master very much..."
Compared to Yi Wei, Uncle Hai's heart was naturally with the young master. However, he didn't dare to speak too bluntly, lest the young master think he was targeting Miss Yi.
However, Uncle Hai had already very clearly hinted to the young master that he should stop letting Miss Yi bother him. Ying'er was already being bothered so much that she wouldn't talk to him anymore. Did he want to bother his son as well?
Uncle Hai was a shrewd man, so even though his young master insisted that Zhu Qianying had gone abroad to study, he remained skeptical.
Because, given Zhu Qianying's personality, if she really went abroad to study, it's impossible for her not to come back for several years. The Yan family doesn't lack the money for airfare.
Besides, even if they don't come back, they don't even make a phone call during holidays.
Yan Han looked serious, seemingly lost in thought, then his expression changed slightly as if he had suddenly realized something.
"Give me the phone!" he said, his tone extremely anxious.
When Uncle Hai saw the young master's expression suddenly change, he assumed that he had spoken ill of Miss Yi and angered the young master.
Uncle Hai was very unhappy. In the young master's heart, who was more important, the one surnamed Yi or the young master?
Uncle Hai was resentful, so he slowed down his movements to pick up the phone. Yan Han was anxious and couldn't hold back any longer. He strode over, snatched back his bag, and took out the phone.
Uncle Hai expressed his disappointment with the young master and, not wanting to listen to what the young master and the young lady surnamed Yi had to say, turned and walked towards the kitchen.
"Young Master Ji, where is my son?"
Halfway there, Uncle Hai paused, turned around to look at his young master, and felt a little gratified.
It turns out that I misunderstood the young master. Compared to that young lady surnamed Yi, the young master was more concerned about the young master!
"Young Master Yan, Zizai is with me!" Ji Huan's tone on the other end of the phone was very calm, his nonchalant demeanor a stark contrast to Yan Han's heart pounding with anxiety on the other end.
"Send him back! No, just give me an address and I'll send someone to pick him up right away!"
Yan Han had experienced loss before, and he had also endured the torment of searching and waiting. Therefore, he was terrified at this moment that his son, who had just been brought back, would be taken away by Ji Huan!
Even though he knew very well that it was practically impossible for Ji Huan to take Zizai away and hide him in such a short time.
After all, this is L City, not R City. This is the domain of the Yan and Tong families, and Ji Huan can't cause any trouble here.
Even though he understood, he still felt inexplicably afraid.
"Wait, Zizai has something to say to you." Ji Huan seemed too lazy to negotiate with him, which made Yan Han's heart sink.
A bad feeling crept into my heart. I heard the breathing coming from the other end was much heavier, and I figured it must be my son.
"Zizai?" Yan Han called out nervously.
"Hmm..." The little guy's tone was very casual, which made Yan Han's heart sink.
"Where are you? Daddy will come pick you up right away!" Yan Han said impatiently.
"No need!" The voice coming from the receiver was relaxed, casual, and indifferent.
Yet these three simple words are like a thin flying knife, slicing Yan Han's heart into pieces, like knife-cut noodles.
But he knew very well that his precious son must have been upset after seeing Yi Wei, so he ran away in a huff!
"Zizai..." Yan Han hurriedly tried to explain, but the little guy on the other end didn't seem to want to listen to him. Before he could even finish his explanation, he heard a beeping sound in his ear.
Yan Han had no choice but to call again, but this time, the call couldn't be connected and only a busy tone could be heard.
Undeterred, Yan Han kept hanging up and redialing several times until he heard a message notification. Only then did he temporarily give up and open the message, which was marked as sent by Ji Huan.
“Zizai seems pretty angry right now. Try to figure out a way to coax him. I’ll take him back to my house for a couple of days. Xiaoyu wants to see him!”
Although Yan Han was very dissatisfied with the result of Ji Huan's message, Ji Huan's meaning was very clear: he was not trying to abduct Zizai, but rather, he was helping Yan Han.
Yan Han wasn't stupid; of course he knew that the idea of leaving was definitely the little guy's own decision. If the little guy hadn't gone to Ji Huan, he probably would have gone to that man in his thirties.
If that really happens, Yan Han's son, whom he just recognized, will probably have to fly away again.
"Okay, thank you!"
Yan Han, who was originally very dissatisfied with Ji Huan, is now grateful.
Uncle Hai, who had been standing not far away with his ears perked up, saw Yan Han hang up the phone and then stare at it absentmindedly, lost in thought.
"Young Master, when will the young master be back? Are you waiting for him to return before we eat together?"
At this point, Uncle Hai was still unaware that his young master had already run away from home in a huff!
"Keep warm, I'm not hungry!"
With a slight frown, Yan Han, holding the phone, walked wearily upstairs.
"Young Master, you're not eating again?" Although this kind of thing has happened frequently over the past five years, Uncle Hai thought that after the young master returned, his illness would probably be cured.
"Um……"
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