When Shen Muzhi mentioned Xiang Zhilan, Shen Guoliang's tiger-like eyes narrowed slightly: "Your wife has forgiven you?"
Shen Muzhi shook his head. She was no longer his wife, but he would become her again.
Shen Guoliang's face darkened, and he frowned: "You and Bai Yutong pulled that stunt just to provoke her to come back?"
"How could I possibly have the right to provoke her?" Shen Muzhi smiled bitterly.
In the past two years, Shen Guoliang has seen his son live a life without happiness. As a father, although he is strict, he also hopes that his son can find happiness. He advised, "Zhi Lanyuan does not forgive you, which is her freedom. You can try your best to win her back, but don't do anything foolish again."
"I understand." Everyone knows what kind of life Shen Muzhi has lived in the past two years, and he won't make the same mistakes again.
Shen Guoliang's complexion improved, and when Hengheng ran towards him, looking at him with admiration, his face lit up with a warm smile.
"Grandpa, can you drive a tank?" Hengheng's favorite and most admired people are soldiers. He had seen it on TV, and soldiers are very powerful.
"Yes, I do." Shen Guoliang did drive one when he was young, but that was many years ago.
"I want to drive a tank too!" Hengheng looked at him expectantly with bright, sparkling eyes.
“Hengheng has grown up. When he joins the army, he can drive a tank.” Shen Guoliang has always been a strict father, but he treats his grandson differently than his son, especially since he has been lost and then found again.
"How big will I grow? As big as Daddy?" Hengheng compared his height and felt that he still had a long time before he could grow up.
Shen Guoliang smiled, hugged his grandson, and said, "Eat more, don't be picky about food, and you'll grow up quickly."
Shen Muzhi felt a warm glow in his heart as he watched the harmonious scene between the grandfather and granddaughter, and how close Xiao Kui was to her grandmother. He had longed for such a family reunion for a long time.
At noon, Xiang Zhilan called to say that she was going to have lunch with a friend and asked him to continue taking care of the two children.
Hearing the cheerful tone in her voice, Shen Muzhi knew that the studio rental had probably been settled.
He hung up the phone and made another call: "You did a great job, your year-end bonus will be doubled."
"Thank you, Mr. Shen." The young man hung up the phone, recalling how the agent had been pestering him about whether he still had such cheap offices. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile, not quite understanding why wealthy people nowadays liked to play the game of quietly giving away money.
That detached office building, in this area, would cost at least 60,000 yuan to rent, but it's being rented out for 40,000 yuan, including renovations, and no deposit required; you can even try it out for a month. It's all thanks to his superb acting skills that people would think he's a scammer.
After confirming that the matter had been completed, Shen Muzhi was in a good mood. After serving food to Hengheng and Xiaokui, he also served food to his parents.
"By the way, what are Hengheng and Xiaokui's full names?" Bo Qingyun suddenly asked Shen Muzhi.
Shen Muzhi's smile froze for a moment. Neither of the children had his surname, especially Xiao Kui, who had the surname Luo. Zhi Lan still hadn't explained to him why Xiao Kui had Luo Che's surname.
"My name is Xiang Hengxi."
"My name is Luo Xikui."
The two children spoke at the same time, and Shen Guoliang and Bo Qingyun were both taken aback. How could there be someone with the surname Luo?
Bo Qingyun looked at Shen Muzhi questioningly, but Shen Muzhi did not answer.
The two elders looked at each other, but didn't ask any more questions. They didn't care what their children's surnames were, as long as they were back.
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