Late at night.
After a passionate session of intimacy, Ye Zhantian cuddled Di Zhifeng, tenderly stroking her long hair, kissing her forehead...
"I thought it would take some more effort to earn the old man's approval, but I never expected that he had already accepted," Di Zhifeng nestled in his arms, her voice full of emotion, "And Shen Yue'e, she even thanked me, which is really astonishing."
"She's longed to hold a grandchild, and after Ye Mingyao died, she thought there was no hope left, always complaining. Now, suddenly having two granddaughters, naturally, she's overjoyed," he said.
"Actually, she didn't need to worry; Han Jiajia is still so young, maybe she can be cured? Besides, Mingsheng is not incapable of getting married..."
"I thought you wouldn't easily agree to let those two children return to the Ye Family," Ye Zhantian voiced his confusion as well.
