Du Weiguo chuckled. It wasn't something that couldn't be said.
"There's no rush. Everyone's on holiday today. Let's wait until tomorrow when Dad finds out how things are going, okay?"
Du Weiguo is always remarkably patient when his wife is present.
I was faking it at first, but now I feel like I'm getting used to it.
The chubby boy climbed onto the bed, and Du Weiguo placed a pillow in the middle for him. "Do you want to sleep with Daddy?"
"No, I have something to tell you—"
Du Yuheng crawled around for a few moments, then lay down and said to Du Weiguo, "I know you didn't really mean to hit me yesterday, it was just an impulse—"
Um?
Just as Du Weiguo was about to reply, the woman pinched his hand twice.
Lin Meiling gave him a look, "Don't speak, let your son talk."
Having been given a way out, Du Weiguo naturally took it. He coughed twice, nodded in agreement, and said, "Yes, Dad acted impulsively back then."
"The blood rushed to my head without me thinking too much."
The chubby boy, ever understanding, forgave his father, saying, "I'm not blaming you, I'm not angry."
This temper of hers is truly something else. Lin Meiling hugged her son's chubby little body from behind—
She was surprised to find that her own son was such a cute and sensible child.
I feel proud just thinking about it.
Meanwhile, Du Yuheng continued, "Dad, I think Jinziduo is very pitiful."
This also shows that the chubby boy is very thoughtful.
He observed: "Jin Zi often says he has something to do, but what could he possibly have to do?"
They were all quiet people, but Kim Ja-do was different. Kim Ja-do's taciturnity was the kind of aloofness that kept people at a distance.
Du Yuheng knew very well that Jinziduo wouldn't talk to anyone even if he went home, especially since he no longer had a home.
"I heard from his school teacher that his father went back to the base and his mother passed away."
At this point, the chubby boy's eyes reddened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Then isn't he all alone?"
The sky is so dark, and the rain is so heavy.
Does Jinzi stay at home all by himself?
Du Yuheng felt increasingly heartbroken, which was the second reason he urged his father to buy a house.
"Now that we're neighbors, I can visit him more often."
"So that he won't feel so lonely."
Those words were so heartwarming.
For the first time, Du Weiguo realized his wife was right—
My son is kind and sensible.
They are of good character and considerate of others.
Why did I act so impulsively and hit my son?
Now, no one needs to say anything more.
Du Weiguo reflected on his actions, saying, "Dad was wrong. Dad swears he'll never hit you again."
As she spoke, she patted her son's head and asked, "Are you really not angry?"
Du Yuheng nodded, looking as cute and clever as a banana wolf.
He slept in the middle without saying a word, and the room was peaceful.
Du Weiguo glanced at his wife, who was engrossed in a book, and then at his son, who had his eyes closed. He couldn't help but marvel at how lucky he was.
He never thought he could draw strength from his family, but now he is incredibly grateful.
"What are you looking at?" Lin Meiling put down her book and retorted, "Are you looking at how good-looking our son is?"
"That's not because of you, it's because I inherited my good looks."
Du Weiguo chuckled, "Alright, alright, it's all inherited from you."
This kid has had very regular features since he was little, probably because he's well-nourished. He has big, dark eyes, eyelashes longer than a girl's, snow-white skin, and even a sweet, gentle personality.
It's impossible not to love him. Du Weiguo admits that he loves his son more and more under his wife's influence.
“Our son looks more like you,” Du Weiguo analyzed. “But whose personality did he take after?”
Both husband and wife had difficult personalities, but their son was an absolutely adorable little boy.
Whenever there's an argument at home, we have to rely on this "little fire extinguisher" to put it out.
Hearing this, Lin Meiling chuckled, "How could he have a bad temper?"
With two hot-tempered people in the family, how could Du Yuheng survive if he weren't like that?
Of course, this was a joke. Lin Meiling and her husband reached a consensus: "Actually, we should thank our son."
"He taught us gentleness and patience."
If they didn't have a son, their personalities would definitely not be the way they are now.
"That's true." Du Weiguo lay down, pulled the blanket up for his son, and stretched out his arms to hug his wife as well.
“We are a happy family.” The man kissed the woman’s forehead. “Thank you for teaching me gentleness and for helping me grow.”
Perhaps it's not just one person growing, but everyone growing together.
......
This year's Christmas was the coldest Christmas in Shanghai. Outside, the wind was howling, and inside the villa, Jinziduo would lie back on the sofa as soon as he got home.
There were many lights in the villa, but he didn't want to turn them on; he only turned on the TV and a wall lamp.
The sky outside was dark blue, and the trees rustled their leaves in the wind, quickly accumulating a layer of fallen leaves in the courtyard.
Jinzi stared at the big tree outside the French windows for a while, then turned up the volume of the TV to make the room more lively.
After receiving a phone call, the guard said to Jin Ziduo, "The commander isn't coming back today. He wants you to eat with us. What would you like to eat?"
The guards initially thought that Jin Zi had asked the hotel chef to cook turkey at home so that he could prepare it for the evening.
But unexpectedly, after delivering the items, he returned empty-handed.
Oh no, according to the driver, he came down less than ten minutes after going up, which means he didn't eat.
"Whatever, I can't eat much." Jin Ziduo still had some things to talk about with the guard. "No need for all that trouble, we can just have a simple meal."
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