Just as Zhu Qianying was about to tell the little guy to wash his hands, Yan Han, who was standing to the side, handed his hand to the little guy, "Zizai, take Daddy to wash his face."
In the past two days, Yan Han has figured out a pattern: the little guy usually listens to Zhu Qianying.
Sure enough, just as he expected, the little guy secretly glanced at Zhu Qianying, then obediently came over, reluctantly put his little hand into his big hand, and led him out of the terrace.
Zhu Qianying poured some tea for the two elders, and then sat down next to Madam Yan, because she could sense that the two elders seemed to have something to say to her.
"Ying'er, you've had a tough time all these years!"
As a grown man, Yanbo naturally couldn't hug and kiss his daughter-in-law like his wife did. He could only express his gratitude and apology as an elder in the simplest terms.
"Uncle, let's not talk about the past. The important thing is that we're back now."
Yes, once they come back, everything will be much easier.
This was Yan Bo and his wife's true feeling, so even though they saw that Zhu Qianying was extremely distant and indifferent towards her son, they did not intend to interfere.
Moreover, they also understood that the fault lay with their son, so the choice of whether to forgive or accept him again was in Zhu Qianying's hands.
Whether they can get back together depends on whether their son is supportive and can give Zhu Qianying confidence and the courage to start over.
All they could do was be the most competent bystanders, observe the situation calmly, and offer their son a reminder when the time was right.
That's all!
"The environment here is quite nice, it's close to your workplace, and it's not far from us either, so it's really convenient."
Yanbo spoke so bluntly, probably as a test, or perhaps because he already knew the truth.
Since he had started, Zhu Qianying continued speaking in accordance with his words.
"Uncle and Aunt, I've almost finished packing here. In a couple of days, I plan to bring Zizai back to live with us. If you want to see him on Saturdays, Sundays, or weekdays, you can come and pick him up to stay for a couple of days. Of course, you can also come and visit him and keep him company. What do you all think?"
Yan Bo and Madam Yan exchanged a glance, meaning, "They've finally arrived!"
However, they could understand why Zhu Qianying did this.
“Ying’er, we understand that what you’re doing is understandable. But the decision is in your and Xiao Han’s hands as parents, and we have no right to interfere. In short, whatever decision you make, we will respect it.”
Yan Bo and his wife made their stance clear: they were on their daughter-in-law's side.
If Yan Han, the son of the two elders, heard his parents say these words at this moment, he would probably cry in the bathroom.
Zhu Qianying breathed a long sigh of relief. "Thank you for your understanding, Uncle and Aunt!"
Although she wasn't quite sure about Yan Han's attitude, with the support of the two elders, her chances of winning had increased considerably.
Despite his usual fearless and indifferent demeanor, Yan Han is actually extremely devoted to his parents. Their opinions, to a large extent, influence him.
Madam Yan glanced at the terrace to make sure her son hadn't come out yet before speaking to Zhu Qianying.
“Ying’er, we all know that you must have suffered a lot raising Zizai all by yourself. So, we are already very grateful that you are willing to let us know that Zizai exists and that you are willing to let us meet him. As for the rest, it depends on whether Xiaohan has such good fortune and luck.”
As a woman herself, how could Madam Yan not understand Zhu Qianying's difficulties and pain?
Although they really wanted to help their son bring his wife home, neither she nor Yanbo could bring themselves to do anything unethical or underhanded to Zhu Qianying.
"Thank you, Auntie!"
These words from Madam Yan made Zhu Qianying realize that she had made the right bet!
"Mommy, smell if Zizai's hands smell good?" Zizai's clear voice came from over.
Soon, the little guy darted out from the terrace, offering his two white and tender little hands to Zhu Qianying, his face full of smugness and anticipation for praise.
Zhu Qianying buried her face in those small hands and rubbed it against them a few times. "Mmm...it smells so good, even better than the steamed buns Grandma makes."
The little one giggled, "Mommy, Grandma's steamed buns don't smell this good!"
Zhu Qianying sniffed again, tilting her head as if deep in thought.
"Hmm...that's right, Grandma's steamed buns smell delicious with meat, and Zizai's hands...sound delicious with meat too!"
As Zhu Qianying spoke, she suddenly grabbed the little guy's soft white paw and put it in her mouth, gently nibbling at it a few times, making the little guy giggle and fall into her arms.
Yan Han, who had just returned from the terrace, saw the mother and son playing wildly and hugging each other. The expression between his brows softened considerably without him even realizing it.
Clearly, even when it's the same thing, it's always done perfectly by Zhu Qianying.
For example, when playing with her son, if someone else did it, the little guy would probably scoff and look at her with a "you're so childish" expression. But when Zhu Qianying does it, he just finds it fun and is happy to participate, having a great time.
Take the shrimp dumplings he just ate, for example. He had eaten many other chefs' creations, but only the ones made by Zhu Qianying made him taste all sorts of different flavors.
He didn't know what these different flavors were called. It was probably like falling for someone. Anyway, the taste of what she made just suited his taste!
Yan Han stood in the center of the living room, staring intently at the mother and son laughing and playing, unable to look away for a long time.
He used to think life was quite boring; all he did was work.
In the years that followed, he would occasionally hear Qin Xiu enthusiastically showing off the various trivial matters of his son and daughter in front of him, and he would think that there was nothing to brag about in those mundane things like firewood and oil.
Now that he has seen and experienced it firsthand, he has realized that matters concerning children and family are not trivial or troublesome; on the contrary, they are probably the most fundamental source of joy and happiness.
No wonder so many people like to show off on Weibo or WeChat these days—showing off food, showing off their love, showing off their happiness. In short, they seem to want the world to know how happy and loving they are.
At that time, he just thought those people were so fake and showy.
But now, he understands those people's feelings a little better. It turns out that when a person feels happy and joyful, they really do have a strong urge to show it off.
For example, right now, he has the urge to take a picture of his wife and son playing happily together, and then post it in the company group so that everyone can also feel the happiness and joy of him, Young Master Yan, having his wife back and his son!
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