Han's mother burst into laughter at Su Wanwan's words, patting Su Wanwan's hand: "Did this boy bully you again? Auntie will teach him a lesson later!"
Liu Mengran politely greeted Mr. Han and took a small suitcase from him: "Uncle and Aunt, you must be tired from your journey."
"It's not hard work at all," Mr. Han said with a gentle smile, his gaze subtly shifting between Liu Mengran and his son. "Xiao Feng has been talking about you two a lot these past few days."
Han Feng coughed lightly, but his ears turned a subtle red. He reached out to take the bag from Liu Mengran's hand: "Let me take it."
Their fingers brushed against each other on the bag straps, a sensation like a tiny electric current. Liu Mengran quickly released her hand, concealing the joy in her eyes.
Han's mother took it all in, a look of satisfaction in her eyes. She held Su Wanwan's hand tightly: "Wanwan, Auntie brought you osmanthus cake. Auntie made it herself, you know, it's your favorite."
"Really? Thank you, Auntie!" Su Wanwan's eyes sparkled, then she looked mischievously at Han Feng, "Some people just bully me, Auntie loves me the most~"
The group stood in the middle of the aisle, their cheerful conversation drawing frequent glances from other travelers. Mr. Han coughed lightly: "Should we go back first? We're afraid we'll disturb others here."
"Oh right!" Su Wanwan slapped her forehead, immediately switching into tour guide mode. "The car's parked outside, let's go back first, and then we can show Uncle and Auntie their new house!" She naturally took Han's mother's arm. "Auntie, let me tell you, the villa is so beautiful, and there's even a small garden in the backyard. I'm sure you'll love it..."
Han Feng and Liu Mengran lagged behind, pushing their luggage cart side by side. He quietly touched her finger: "Missed me?"
Liu Mengran smiled, but her eyes looked elsewhere: "Who missed you...?"
"Who was that person peeking around in the passageway just now?" Han Feng teased in a low voice.
"It was Wanwan!" Liu Mengran immediately shifted the blame, but she gave in when she met Han Feng's smiling eyes, muttering softly, "...just a little bit."
Han Feng felt a surge of warmth in his heart and was about to say something when Su Wanwan suddenly turned around: "What are you two dawdling about? Hurry up!"
Outside the airport, a black minivan had been waiting for some time. Su Wanwan skillfully arranged the luggage, while Liu Mengran thoughtfully opened the car door for Han's parents. Watching the two girls work together so seamlessly, Han Feng felt a warm current surge in his chest. This was a scene he had dreamed of countless times: his loved ones were all by his side, safe and happy.
Soon, the car entered Kyoto Mansion, with streetlights stretching out like pearls on both sides. When the outline of Villa No. 3 came into view, Su Wanwan excitedly pointed ahead: "We're here! That's Uncle and Aunt's new home!"
As the wrought iron gate of the villa slowly opened, a neatly trimmed lawn came into view. The suitcase in Mr. Han's hand fell to the ground with a thud, while Mrs. Han instinctively gripped her husband's arm tightly.
"This...this is..." Han's mother's voice trembled slightly, her eyes wide open, as if she had seen something unusual.
Han Feng touched his nose: "Mom and Dad, you can live here from now on. They and I will live in Villa No. 1 across the street, so it will be convenient if anything happens." His voice grew softer and softer, and the last few words were almost muffled.
Han's mother opened and closed her mouth several times before finally finding her voice: "Son, how much is the rent for this place a month? Don't you have a spare room over there? Your dad and I can just squeeze in, why waste it like this..."
"Auntie!" Su Wanwan suddenly jumped forward. "This is actually my house!" She took out her key and twirled it on her finger. "I moved to Han Feng's place for work, so this place became empty."
Mr. Han frowned: "Wanwan, how can we do this? What if your family comes back..."
Before she could finish speaking, Su Wanwan's smile suddenly froze. Her long eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and a look of sadness appeared in her eyes. Han Feng's heart tightened, and he quickly gave his father a meaningful look.
"I..." Su Wanwan's voice was as soft as a feather, "I only live alone at home."
These words were like a pause button being pressed. Mr. Han's expression froze instantly, and Mrs. Han gasped. A gentle evening breeze swept through the courtyard, scattering a cherry blossom petal that landed precisely in Su Wanwan's hair, making her forced smile all the more heartbreaking.
"Wanwan, Uncle didn't mean to..." Han's father took a step forward, beaded with sweat, flustered. "Uncle's bad with words, please don't take it to heart..."
Han's mother had already pulled Su Wanwan into her arms, gently patting her back like she was comforting a frightened animal: "Good child, from now on we're family. Auntie liked you the moment she saw you; I've been needing a daughter!"
Su Wanwan buried her face in Han's mother's shoulder, her thin shoulders trembling slightly. When she looked up, her eyes were red-rimmed, but she forced a big smile: "Really? Then Han Feng will never dare to bully me again!" She turned around and waved her fist at Han Feng, deliberately making a fierce expression.
This action successfully amused everyone. Han's father wiped the sweat from his brow with a sigh of relief and quickly picked up his luggage: "Let's go inside and take a look. Wanwan's house is so beautiful; we really need to thank her properly."
Liu Mengran quietly took Su Wanwan's hand and gently squeezed her palm with her fingertips. This subtle movement did not escape Han's mother's eyes. She looked at the three young people thoughtfully, and a knowing smile appeared on her lips.
The villa's interior was elegant yet modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a meticulously maintained garden. Mother Han walked with extreme care, as if afraid of damaging the gleaming marble floor.
"Is this sofa genuine leather?" Mr. Han hesitated to sit down, bending down to touch the armrests. "How much did it cost...?"
"Uncle and Auntie, don't be shy!" Su Wanwan, now full of energy, skipped to the center of the living room and spun around. "Use whatever you need here! I've stuffed the fridge full of food! And yesterday I even had someone come and thoroughly clean the place."
Taking the opportunity, Han Feng pulled his father aside and whispered, "Wanwan...her parents died for their country when she was very young...so..."
Mr. Han's eyes immediately reddened, and he turned to look at Su Wanwan, who was demonstrating the smart home system to Mrs. Han. The girl smiled, her eyes crinkling, showing no trace of her earlier sadness, but it was precisely this that made her all the more heartbreaking.
"What a wonderful child..." Mr. Han rubbed his face, then suddenly raised his voice as if making a firm decision, "Wanwan! Auntie will make dumplings for you this weekend! What kind of filling do you want?"
Su Wanwan turned around in surprise: "Really? I want the three-delicacy kind! Han Feng always brags that Auntie's dumplings are the best in the world!"
"Great, great, three delicacies!" Mother Han beamed with joy. "Where's Mengran?"
Liu Mengran smiled gently: "I'll help Auntie wrap them. My mom taught me before, but I'm sure I can't wrap them as well as you."
Seeing the heartwarming scene of his mother being instantly surrounded by the two girls, Han Feng felt a surge of warmth in his chest.
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