After all, the security guards on the old man's side are practically an impregnable fortress. Even if Yan Han mobilized all his manpower and resources, let alone Zhu Junwei, he might not be able to break through.
However, the matter has now been basically resolved, and both the son and the parents can return home safely to celebrate the Spring Festival.
"Son, you have to talk to your grandparents yourself. I don't have that ability!" Old Madam Yan said rather unrighteously, she wasn't going to take on this tough nut!
"Mom, let Dad go and talk to him!"
Young Master Yan shamelessly pushed his father to the front lines, but Old Madam Yan was a model of protecting her husband, saying, "Go, go, don't drag your father into this. If you're so capable, go and say it yourself!"
In the end, Young Master Yan had no choice but to have his mother hand the phone over to the old man.
"Grandpa, Zizai has been back for quite a few days now, hasn't he? Ying'er, his grandma, and I miss him a lot. How about we let him and his parents come back a day earlier? What do you think?"
As Old Master Yan has grown old, Young Master Yan's tone towards him has changed from domineering and dictatorial to coaxing him like a child. It's as if their roles have been reversed. The old man has become the young tyrant Young Master Yan of yesteryear, while Young Master Yan has become the old man who patiently guides, teaches, and coaxes him.
"What do you mean by 'many days'? There are 365 days in a year, and he only comes back to spend ten or eight days with us. Is that what you call 'many days'? No way, Zizai can't go back early. I don't care when your parents go back!"
At this moment, Yan Shao could basically imagine the cracked expressions on his parents' faces on the other end of the phone.
Yan Shao pleaded and begged for a while, but the old man still wouldn't budge. Helpless, Yan Shao had no choice but to say goodbye to the old man, pinch his brow, and hang up the phone.
No wonder that little guy Zizai is so difficult to deal with. It turns out that it's a trait passed down from the old man's generation.
After hanging up the phone, Yan Shao put the matter aside for the time being and buried himself in work for who knows how long. He finally managed to finish a small part of his work. It was almost seven o'clock, and there was no doubt that he would have to stay and work overtime tonight!
When the internal phone rang, Yan Shao was a little puzzled. Qin Xiu had already left work on time at 5:30. Who could it be at this time?
The call came through, but it was the receptionist. "Young Master Yan, your takeout has arrived. Shall we bring it up to you now?"
It seems the all-powerful assistant has already deduced from the amount of documents on his boss's desk that he'll be working overtime, and has thoughtfully ordered dinner for him as well.
Young Master Yan was eating what would be considered an extremely high-end takeout meal for ordinary people. He usually found it barely palatable, but today, he couldn't help but compare it to the bowl of noodles he had eaten that afternoon. Compared to that, this not-so-cheap takeout meal tasted like wax.
After finally finishing the barely edible dinner, Yan Shao went into the rest room to wash his face, then came out and sat down. Thinking about how he would be on holiday the day after tomorrow, but his precious son was still in Beijing, he felt more and more unwilling.
Strangely enough, before Zizai was sent back, he never imagined that he would have a son, let alone that one day he would miss that chubby little guy so much that he couldn't help but feel restless.
But this little guy has only been back by his side for a little over a month, yet he has already gotten used to his presence.
Saying that a day apart feels like three autumns might be a bit of an exaggeration, but he really misses the little guy right now, even though the little guy always has a stern face and doesn't give him a friendly look, and occasionally, when he asks something, the little guy just hums twice in response.
But he just can't help thinking about that little thing. Strictly speaking, could this phenomenon be considered masochistic?
If we're going to count, then all parents in the world are probably typical cases of masochistic disorder.
I took out my phone and dialed again, this time, I dialed my mom's cell phone again.
"What is it now? I told you, if you want Zizai to go back sooner, you have to persuade the old man yourself. I can't bring myself to say it!"
His mother's strong voice rang in his ears, and Yan Shao couldn't help but feel a little sorry for himself. He probably wasn't his mother's biological son. Otherwise, why was there no trace of the masochistic symptoms he had just summarized in her?
"Mom, tell Zizai to answer the phone."
The little guy over there is playing soccer with his older brother and cousin in the yard. To satisfy this little tyrant, the old man turned on all the lights in the yard, making it as bright as day.
"Zizai, your daddy's looking for you!" Old Madam Yan called out to the little guy who was dribbling the ball around his older brother.
The little guy acted as if he hadn't heard, nimbly bypassed his brother, and kicked the soccer ball into his brother's goal.
"Hehe! I scored, brother! It's 5-1 now! Let me finish this call, then we'll continue!"
Two older children and one younger child set up three gates in a courtyard that was neither too big nor too small. In any case, each person was responsible for both offense and defense.
The current score is: the older brother has scored 5 goals against the younger brother and 3 goals against the older sister. The older sister hasn't scored against either side yet, so she's outmatched. The younger brother has scored 1 goal against each of the older and older sisters.
Actually, the three of them are very different in height, strength and ability, but the little guy insisted on playing like this, so his older brother and sister had no choice but to play along with him. However, the two of them never went easy on the little guy, because he was very serious about this. Going easy on him would mean disrespecting him and looking down on him.
He said he was going to answer the phone, so his older brother and sister casually sat down on a stone bench outside the yard to rest.
The little guy rushed to Grandma Yan's side, took the phone with his chubby little hand (the bandages had been removed), and, panting slightly, said in a childish voice into the receiver, "Hello..."
Even though he didn't hear the "Daddy" he was looking forward to on the other end of the phone, Yan Shao was still overjoyed.
"Son, it's Daddy!"
"Hmm..." The little guy was still panting. Yan Shao could almost feel the heat and humidity coming towards him, and that soft response made his bones melt.
"Zizai, Xingxing is sick. Don't you want to come back and check on it soon?"
Yan Shao felt that he was being quite unfair. During the day, he first used Xingxing to manipulate Zhu Qianying's sympathy, making her willingly accompany him to take Xingxing to see a doctor. Just now, before leaving, he even made an appointment with Zhu Qianying to take Xingxing to get injections together the next day or the day after.
Now, taking advantage of his son's love for stars, he put pressure on his grandfather to get him to return to L City as soon as possible.
"Is Xingxing sick? What's wrong with it? Is it not eating or drinking? Or is it just lying there motionless?"
Zizai, who had been lazy and indifferent to Yan Shao, immediately started barking anxiously when he heard that his beloved dog was sick.
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