Zhu Qianying just chuckled. Abandoning her husband and children? What a huge accusation!
"Yan Han, since you've put it this way, let's see you in court!"
Zhu Qianying hesitated for several days, hoping to find an opportunity to have a proper talk with Yan Han and get her son back.
Although she didn't have much hope for it.
Therefore, she and the Ji family had already made arrangements for their future.
But what she didn't expect was that, besides the issue of raising their son, she and he were also in a marital relationship.
Yan Han's expression changed slightly. "Zhu Qianying, do we really have to escalate this to this point?"
Zhu Qianying forcefully shook off his hand. "Yan Han, that's a question I should be asking you!"
Yan Han grabbed her hand again, "I'm not making a fuss, I'm just letting you come home with me!"
Zhu Qianying glanced down at his hand that was tightly gripping her arm, thought for a moment, and finally nodded.
"Okay, I'll go back with you!"
She agreed to go back with him for two reasons. First, she missed her son! If things got too tense with him now, she didn't know when she would be able to see her son again.
Secondly, it's obviously impossible for him to let her go now, but Yan Bo and his wife are still at his house.
She believed that those two old men were reasonable people and probably wouldn't force her.
Having decided to take the gamble, Zhu Qianying reluctantly got into the car with Yan Han.
Throughout the journey, both of them had dark faces, each pressing their face against one side of the windowpane as if they were window decorations, ignoring each other.
Only after the car drove into the gate did Yan Han take out his phone.
"Uncle Hai, call him Zizai."
"Son, Daddy has brought you a big surprise! Wait for me at the front door!"
Zhu Qianying, who was still sitting close to the other side, secretly rolled her eyes.
However, to be honest, she really missed her son, so it was worth it to come back with him!
Anyway, she'll figure out a way to get away later.
With Yanbo and his wife around, she wasn't too worried about this.
The car didn't drive into the garage; instead, as Yan Han instructed, it drove directly to the front door of the house.
From afar, Zhu Qianying could see a small figure standing at the doorway.
Although it had only been two days since they last met, Zhu Qianying wished she could fly out immediately and hold the little guy tightly in her arms.
The car stopped, and Zhu Qianying saw the little guy's face, which was filled with nervousness and anticipation.
Zhu Qianying eagerly opened the car door. The sharp-eyed little one, seeing only one of her legs sticking out from outside the car, ran over shouting, "Mommy! Mommy!"
As soon as Zhu Qianying stepped off the car and stood up, the little guy who had been cheering all the way rushed over, hugged her waist tightly, buried his face in her belly and rubbed it against her, then looked up at Zhu Qianying with a happy smile.
"Mommy, it really is you! I thought I was dreaming!"
Zhu Qianying reached out and pinched his little cheek. "Silly boy, does it hurt?"
The little fool chuckled and nodded, "It hurts, so it's not a dream!"
Zhu Qianying suppressed her heartache and sadness, smiled, squatted down, and gave him a quick kiss on his pink lips.
"Mommy said she would come to see Zizai soon, and look, she's here!"
Zizai nodded emphatically, his face beaming with joy.
Yan Han, who had gotten off the car at some point, walked around to stand beside the mother and son and quietly watched them embrace affectionately, oblivious to everyone else.
Then, he took two steps forward, bent down, and embraced the mother and child together.
Zhu Qianying was the first to react. She looked up and glared at him, but he pretended not to see her, turned his head, and kissed Zizai's little face.
"Son, look, Daddy didn't lie to you!"
Zhu Qianying had no idea that Yan Han had gone to the United States, nor did she know that before he left, Yan Han had said those words to his son and made those promises.
Zizai glanced at Yan Han silently, then turned his head and buried his head back in Zhu Qianying's neck.
Just as Zhu Qianying was thinking about how to break free from Yan Han's embrace, she heard a series of hurried footsteps, followed by the familiar voice of Old Madam Yan.
"Ying'er, is that Ying'er back?"
Zhu Qianying struggled for a moment, then gave Yan Han a wink, signaling him to let her go.
But the man remained unmoved. In fact, he went even further, snatching the son away and picking him up, while putting his other arm around her shoulder as they stood up.
"Mom, we're back!"
These were the words spoken by Yan Han.
But Zhu Qianying said, "Hello, Aunt Yan!"
The address "Aunt Yan" was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the smile from the enthusiastic Old Madam Yan. She froze for a moment before recovering, forcing a smile again as she walked over.
"Ying'er, come here, let your aunt give you a hug!"
Upon hearing the title "Old Madam," Zhu Qianying's heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled down.
While Zhu Qianying felt relieved, Yan Han, who was standing to the side, became anxious.
"mom!"
Madam Yan glared at him fiercely, then slapped his hand away and led Zhu Qianying into the house herself.
Yan Han had no choice but to reluctantly carry his son and follow Old Madam Yan into the house.
As soon as Zhu Qianying entered the door, she saw Uncle Hai with a big smile on his face and red eyes.
Hello, Uncle Hai!
"Ying'er, you're finally back!"
Zhu Qianying smiled noncommittally, but offered no explanation.
Some things don't need to be publicized; she and the other party involved understand them in their hearts.
In Zhu Qianying's view, she had not returned; she was merely a guest.
She and Yan Han had broken off their relationship five years ago. She only came here because she couldn't get away and had no choice but to come with Yan Han.
Moreover, she misses Zizai.
As soon as they entered the house, Zizai, who was being held by Yanhan, started fussing to get down because he wanted his mommy to hold him.
"Mommy! Hold my baby!"
Zizai stretched out his arms towards Zhu Qianying, shouting.
Zhu Qianying smiled and turned around, taking her son from Yan Han's arms.
"Little boy, are you one year old this year?"
Zizai started speaking early; by the time he turned one year old, he was saying almost as much as other children who were nearly two years old.
My mom always says, "Ying'er, Zizai is just like you, smart."
Zhu Qianying knew perfectly well that this little guy was not only as smart as her, but also as smart as his father.
"Zizai is one year old! Mommy wants to hug him!"
As Zizai spoke, he pressed his face against Zhu Qianying's face and rubbed it against hers.
Yan Han, watching his son and Zhu Qianying being so intimate, was filled with envy.
She both envied her son's close relationship with Zhu Qianying and the fact that her son could be so close to Zhu Qianying!
"Oh my, so Zizai can be cute too!" Old Madam Yan teased her grandson with a smile.
In fact, this little guy doesn't have many opportunities to act cute in front of them. Most of the time, he's more like a little adult—thoughtful, considerate, and comforting.
Madam Yan was worried that the child was too mature for his age, but now it seems that her worries were in vain.
In front of Zhu Qianying, this kid is just a three or four-year-old child!
[Updated around 10 PM, four or five times]
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