"Because Uncle Seven's mother and my father-in-law's mother are not the same person," Meng Wanting looked around and said in a low voice, "Uncle Seven was raised outside the Ye Family and only returned when he was about to come of age.
It's said that he had a tough time growing up outside, and because of this, he resents the old master. I guess that's why he even resents our branch of the family."
As soon as Meng Wanting finished speaking, she regretted it and quickly explained, "Tsk tsk tsk, I misspoke, what I mean is, I mean..."
"Don't worry," Nan Zhifeng smiled at her, "I'm not a gossip, whatever you tell me stops with me."
"That's good, that's good."
Meng Wanting breathed a sigh of relief and continued to chat with Nan Zhifeng. She said she felt bored in this family; her husband was busy with work every day and hardly talked when he came home, and her mother-in-law was also preoccupied with her own affairs.
It was quite a relief when Nan Zhifeng came in, giving her some company, which made her very happy.
Moreover, she liked Nan Zhifeng's tranquil and indifferent nature, so she became very close to her.
"Mommy, I want my baba..."
Xiaofeng called out with a milk-like voice.
"Mommy will take you back."
Nan Zhifeng picked up Xiaofeng and went indoors.
Meng Wanting intended to help her take care of Xiaofeng, but a servant called her away, saying that the eldest young master was looking for her.
Meng Wanting said hello to Nan Zhifeng and rushed back.
Nan Zhifeng bathed Xiaofeng and played with him for a while, preparing to coax him to sleep.
But Xiaofeng insisted on playing with Transformers.
Nan Zhifeng found his Transformers toys, and discovered that a Bumblebee's arm had come off.
She held the arm and tried to fit it back, but couldn't get it right no matter what.
At this moment, a voice came: "Let me do it!"
Ye Zhantian walked into the room, took Bumblebee, and immediately fixed the arm back in place.
"Wow, how did you do that? I just couldn't get it right," Nan Zhifeng marveled.
"Daddy is awesome, so awesome!"
Xiaofeng clapped his little chubby hands, his clear and bright eyes filled with admiration.
"Anything else that needs fixing?"
Ye Zhantian suddenly felt a sense of achievement, and he sat down, planning to fix all of Xiaofeng's toys.
"There are these too."
Nan Zhifeng took out a few more broken toy cars and also took out an unfinished jigsaw puzzle, "I'm not good at these, Xiaofeng is already pretty good at puzzles, but this one seems to be for older children."
"Who bought it?" Ye Zhantian fixed all the toy cars in no time and picked up the puzzle to see, 'teen puzzle.'
"Ye Mingcheng," Nan Zhifeng said.
"Thoughtful indeed," Ye Zhantian pursed his lips, then turned to look at Xiaofeng, "Do you want to try?"
"Daddy, do it with me." Xiaofeng stretched out his little chubby arms, "Daddy, hug."
Ye Zhantian lifted him down to the carpet and together they worked on the puzzle.
But he seemed not to know how to teach children, focusing only on doing it himself.
Luckily, Xiaofeng was smart enough to watch Ye Zhantian and quickly picked up the technique. He started to join in, speeding up as if competing with Ye Zhantian.
Seeing the child's competitive spirit, Ye Zhantian slowed down to wait for him.
Eventually, he stopped altogether and just watched Xiaofeng puzzle.
Soon, Xiaofeng managed to complete the entire jigsaw puzzle, dancing with excitement: "Yay yay yay, I'm so awesome, I'm too awesome!"
"Haha, Xiaofeng is really great!"
Nan Zhifeng held Xiaofeng's little face and kissed it.
Ye Zhantian watched the mother and son with a joyful look, his gaze softening.
"Daddy, why don't you praise Xiaofeng?!"
Xiaofeng moved close to Ye Zhantian, looking up expectantly at him.
"You are great!"
This was probably the first time Ye Zhantian had ever praised someone, and he sounded somewhat stiff.
"Thank you, Daddy!"
Xiaofeng cupped his chubby little hands around his face and planted a firm kiss on his forehead.
Saliva got on the forehead, sticky with strands.
Ye Zhantian's stiff face actually turned a bit red.
"Good boy, let's go wash our hands."
Nan Zhifeng, in order to ease his embarrassment, quickly took Xiaofeng to the restroom to wash his hands.
"Mommy, I'm really good, aren't I? Daddy also praised me."
"Yes, yes, Xiaofeng is the best."
After mother and son had washed their hands, Ye Zhantian had already left.
Xiaofeng asked where Daddy had gone, and Nan Zhifeng said Daddy had gone back to the room to rest.
Xiaofeng insisted on finding Daddy to play with him, and Nan Zhifeng coaxed him, "Xiaofeng be good, Daddy is very tired from work and needs to rest now, how about we go find him to play another day, okay?"
"Okay~ Xiaofeng is good!"
Xiaofeng touched his little head, as if to comfort himself.
The childcare nurse brought over the prepared milk and told Xiaofeng a bedtime story.
Nan Zhifeng gently patted him beside him, waiting for him to fall asleep before she left.
Coming out of Xiaofeng's room, she happened to run into Ye Zhantian who was dressed in fresh clothes and hurrying out the door.
"Going out so late?" Nan Zhifeng asked.
Ye Zhantian turned to look at her and, reaching the stairs, paused and turned back to say to her, "Change your clothes and come out with me."
"Huh?" Nan Zhifeng was taken aback and quickly nodded, "Oh, okay."
"Hurry."
"Five minutes."
Nan Zhifeng went back to her room, changed into a white dress and a pair of comfortable flat shoes, casually draped her long hair and hurried downstairs.
"You should have properly appeased her at noon. Our families are longtime friends, Chu Baichuan and your elder brother are as close as brothers. If his daughter ends up in some kind of trouble because of you, how am I supposed to explain it?"
The Ye family patriarch sat on the living room sofa, sternly scolding Ye Zhantian.
Ye Zhantian didn't say a word and headed straight out the door.
"You damned kid..."
The Ye family patriarch was so angry his face turned iron blue.
"Don't be angry, Old Master," Nan Zhifeng soothed, "I'll follow him and take a look..."
"He asked you to go with him?" The Ye family patriarch was surprised.
"Hmm..."
"Beep beep—"
The car horn outside was urging.
Nan Zhifeng, with no time for more words, hurried out.
Getting into the car, Nan Zhifeng glanced at Ye Zhantian, asked nothing, and just sat quietly.
Ye Zhantian was also silent, looking down at his phone.
Nan Zhifeng thought he was checking messages, but when she glanced over, he was actually reviewing English work documents.
She wondered, what on earth had happened to that Miss Chu?
Just thinking, Ye Dong's phone beside the driver rang, and he quickly answered, "Third Young Master!"
"Refuses to go to the hospital?" Ye Dong glanced at Ye Zhantian through the rearview mirror.
Ye Zhantian frowned and gestured with his hand.
The driver immediately accelerated.
Ye Dong said, "We'll be there soon."
A moment later, the car arrived at Haicheng's most famous Night Color Bar.
Ye Dong escorted Ye Zhantian and Nan Zhifeng in through the back door.
The bar was packed, and Nan Zhifeng almost got knocked over by the crowd.
At the critical moment, Ye Zhantian pulled her into his arms, using his broad chest to protect her.
Nan Zhifeng looked up at him, her heartbeat accelerating...
Ye Zhantian looked down at her, her soft little body against his, carrying an enticing scent that made him restless.
But he quickly averted his eyes, shielding her until they reached the VIP lounge area, and only after they were alone did he let go and asked coldly, "Do you know what to do?"
"Yeah, I know," Nan Zhifeng nodded, "I'll firmly tell her in the role of Mrs. Ye to stop pestering you!"
"Good," Ye Zhantian curved his lips into a smile.
Just as the two were about to enter, a completely intoxicated Chu Qianjiao suddenly rushed out of the private room and stumbled towards Ye Zhantian...
"Brother Zhantian, you finally came!"