Gu Xinzhou's face turned red.
Her beautiful eyes intoxicated with joy, reflecting two miniature versions of herself.
Song Zhen's Adam's apple moved up and down.
Tonight...
He wanted to stay.
Concealing the tiny desire within.
He released Gu Xinzhou with a double entendre, "I'm hungry, don't keep me waiting too long."
Gu Xinzhou watched as Song Zhen left the kitchen.
Her heart pounding.
Turning around, she poured out all the dumplings from the small bag.
She dropped them one by one into the pot filled with chicken soup.
She suddenly felt that she had actually forgiven Song Zhen a long time ago.
Or perhaps, when you're loved by someone, you don't really need an apology.
In the living room.
Lan Baozhen had helped McDull open all the toys.
McDull sat on the floor, engrossed with his new favorite toy.
Song Zhen, watching the child's happy demeanor, approached and asked warmly, "Didn't you say you would speak well of me to your mommy?"
McDull didn't even lift his head, chuckling, "I just went over to take a look.
I saw you had already sorted it out yourself!
So I came back!"
Song Zhen affectionately ruffled his little head.
Then, looking up, he turned to Lan Baozhen with a look of newfound respect, "Grandma, I am Song Zhen.
The eldest son of the Song Enshuo family from City B.
I apologize for intruding without invitation the first time we've met, and I hope you can forgive me."
Lan Baozhen scrutinized Song Zhen closely.
It was a bit like a mother-in-law sizing up her daughter's suitor.
The more she looked, the more satisfied she became!
With a friendly smile on her lips, she said, "You and Zhouzhou told me everything.
Since you are McDull's father, you are part of the family.
Have a seat, would you like tea or coffee?"
"Grandma, I'm not thirsty right now, I'm waiting to eat dumplings," Song Zhen said, somewhat embarrassed.
In the past, when he went to the Gu family for the first time to find Gu Xinfei, he had been nervous too.
But his feelings now were completely different from those times.
Now, he felt more helpless.
He was concerned about how to be accepted and liked by Lan Baozhen and everyone else who mattered to Gu Xinzhou.
A faint blush spread over his ears as he glanced at the gift box he had brought.
He walked over, picked it up, and placed it on the table, "Grandma, I bought you some gifts, just a token of my appreciation."
Lan Baozhen chuckled and said, "Oh, good! I accept your kind gesture, grandma will accept it!"
She still made a cup of tea for Song Zhen, "This is Yibo's favorite, give it a try."
Afterward, she went back to her bedroom.
Song Zhen surveyed the apartment.
Since his birth, he had never lived in such a small place.
Even the apartment where he spent his first night with Gu Xinzhou was a duplex.
He suddenly realized that the smaller the house, the more warm it feels.
"Daddy!" McDull looked up with clear distress, "This manual is too difficult, can you help me with it?"
"Sure!"
Song Zhen sat down on the floor, joining McDull in assembling the train tracks.
About thirty minutes went by.
Gu Xinzhou came out of the kitchen, carrying two dishes in her hands, "Dinner time!"
Song Zhen immediately stood up, "Let me help you!"
"You take McDull to wash his hands!"
She looked at him with disdain.
Placing the dishes on the table, she added, "You've been playing on the floor for so long, hurry up and wash your hands! No eating without washing hands!"
"Okay!"
Song Zhen, although rebuked, still seemed happy.
He promptly lifted his son from the ground and carried him to the washroom.
Seeing him so obedient, Gu Xinzhou felt a small sense of achievement.
With a curved smile on her lips, she returned to the kitchen to continue working.
When Song Zhen came back out carrying McDull, he found Lan Baozhen standing at the door of the washroom, waiting for him.