Upon hearing this, both Yan Shao and Zhu Qianying were stunned.
Perhaps sensing his parents' confusion, the little one stretched out his chubby finger and pointed to the golden lemon ring attached to the rim of the cup.
“This ring of lemons is just like the rays of the sun, isn’t it?” the little guy said seriously.
However, this only made Yan Shao and Zhu Qianying even more silent.
For Yan Shao, this lemon ring was just something he wore as a matter of routine.
For Zhu Qianying, this lemon ring was no different from the cocktails she usually drank.
What seemed like routine and commonplace to the two adults took on a different meaning for the little one.
Yan Shao regained his senses a step earlier than Zhu Qianying, hugged his son, and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
Then, Zhu Qianying heard him answer his son, "Yes, baby guessed right again. Mommy's drink is called 'Light of Hope'!"
Yan Shao's voice was as deep and magnetic as ever, with a firm tone, but Zhu Qianying could vaguely hear that his voice seemed to have a slight tremor.
For a moment, Zhu Qianying almost thought that her son had been bribed by Young Master Yan, so she conspired to say some ulterior motives.
But when you turn your head, you see the little guy nestled in his dad's chest, comfortably holding his cup and drinking his rainbow drink, showing no signs of smugness or boasting about doing something wrong.
Clearly, the little guy's surprising words were not the result of collusion or bribery, but rather came from the bottom of his heart, without any intention of flattering anyone.
After responding to his son's words, Yan Shao made no further moves. He simply held his son quietly, gazing at the lake in the distance with deep, unfathomable eyes.
Zhu Qianying glanced at him thoughtfully, then looked away and, mimicking him, gazed into the distance.
The wind chimes overhead suddenly emitted a series of crisp, tinkling sounds.
Are you cold?
When Zhu Qianying heard the man beside her ask a question, she turned her head and met his unfathomable eyes.
“No, the floor is warm…” Zhu Qianying shook her head.
Zizai, who had been comfortably nestled in Yan Shao's arms drinking his special beverage, had finished his drink, bent down to put the cup down, and stretched out his arms to Zhu Qianying.
"Mommy, Zizai is a little heater! Holding Zizai keeps me warm!"
Zhu Qianying smiled slightly and was about to reach out to hug the little one when the man had already handed the little one over and placed him in her arms.
Zhu Qianying then looked up at him and smiled, "What are you going to do now that I've taken your little heater?"
Yan Shao lowered his eyes and stared at her intently. His eyes were filled with an intense, unyielding emotion, like a whirlpool that could easily pull you in if you were to accidentally touch its edge.
Realizing this, Zhu Qianying quickly looked away, lowered her eyes to look at her son in her arms, and cursed herself inwardly for digging her own grave so many times tonight.
"I have a big heater..." Yan Shao whispered in her ear, as if he were pouring out his heart, or as if he were talking to himself.
However, my big heater is still unwilling to return to its original place.
Yan Shao silently added a sentence in his mind, raised his hand, and gently brushed a strand of hair that was hanging down her cheek behind her ear.
He used to think that she was brave and fearless.
But gradually, he realized that her courage and fearlessness were perhaps more because she had no other choice.
For example, the reason she insisted on becoming his wife was because she knew that no one, except the Yan family, could help her get rid of the Zhu family.
Therefore, she is brave and fearless.
Just like five years ago when she left resolutely, it was because she knew that if she stayed, she would only receive more disregard and hurt from him.
Therefore, she is brave and fearless.
What he wants now is for her to choose him again, bravely and fearlessly!
Although it was difficult, he had no other choice.
Therefore, he was brave and fearless!
Even though he often had to face her evasion and her doubts, he remained brave and fearless.
Zhu Qianying tilted her head slightly and subtly shook off his hand.
It wasn't that she lacked romantic understanding; rather, she was terrified of her own unrequited love.
His hands were as warm as ever, a warmth that was easy to become immersed in.
From childhood to adulthood, she had never felt the warmth of her father. So when he used his big hands to rub her head, stroke her face, and move over her body, her sensory memory automatically recorded that warm and doting feeling, making it profound and vivid.
So much so that for a long, long time afterward, in her dreams, after being violently flung away by those hands time and time again, even upon waking, her heart was still filled with a sense of loss and the pain of unrequited love.
When it comes to emotions, people's physical actions are often far more honest than their rational understanding.
Therefore, it was because of those dreams that she realized that she probably loved him more than she thought.
This kind of love may not be pure.
Intertwined within it is her dependence on the figure representing "father," as well as her longing for the figure representing "lover."
Whether it was pure or not, one thing is certain: apart from Yan Han, she has never had similar feelings for any other man.
It didn't exist before, it doesn't exist now, and it probably won't exist in the future either...
"Young Master Yan, after the Spring Festival, I will be going back to the United States for a relatively long period of time. I will be leaving Zizai in your care then."
This is a work requirement, and it can't be considered that Zhu Qianying is deliberately making excuses to avoid anything.
But she couldn't deny that when she received the job notification from Cheng Ye, she inexplicably felt a sense of relief.
Young Master Yan had already withdrawn his hand, but his gaze never left her face.
Therefore, he noticed all the subtle changes in her facial expressions.
The light in her eyes flickered, and the expression on her face changed like a flower blooming and fading, completing the process of shyness, brilliance, and withering in just a few seconds.
He knew that in those ten seconds, she had been recalling their past. And in those same ten seconds, the flower of their love had gone from shy and radiant to withering.
New buds sprouted, but he was unaware!
The flower buds were still in bloom, but he didn't know!
The flowers were in full bloom, but he was unaware!
Therefore, it is no wonder that he is left alone to feel melancholy as the garden withers and fades!
"Hmm, like last time?" Yan Shao composed himself slightly, but his gaze remained lingering on her face.
You can't touch it, you can't just not even let me look at it!
"Yes, but it might take a little longer!"
"Alright, when Zizai misses you, I'll bring him to see you!" Yan Shao, who was becoming increasingly unpredictable, gave Zhu Qianying an unexpected answer.
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