Gu Xinzhou applied cool water to her lips.
After twenty minutes, she heard a series of knocks on the door.
And it was from the outside.
She vigilantly came out of the washroom, and at the same time, Lan Baozhen also came out of her room.
Lan Baozhen called out, "Who is it?"
She actually hadn't fallen asleep at all; she was happily listening to the noises outside, feeling happy for her granddaughter's family.
That's why she didn't want to come out and be a third wheel.
But a visitor at home could be either a minor or a major issue.
Considering Song Zhen's status was not to be underestimated, what if it were gossip media, paparazzi...
"Mom! It's me!"
The sound of Gu Yibo's voice came through the door.
He had a key.
But standing at the door were Qi Lei and Song Zhen's bodyguard.
Qi Lei had to strictly follow their procedures and knock before letting anyone in.
Gu Xinzhou felt a tightness in her chest.
She subconsciously looked at McDull.
Today's drama was quite a lot, and she didn't know if the older family members could handle it.
The door opened.
Gu Yibo came in, wearing a black jacket with obvious dust on his leather shoes—a sign that he had rushed over from the factory.
"Dad," Gu Xinzhou nervously rushed forward: "What are you doing here?"
Gu Yibo hadn't yet noticed McDull.
Because McDull was a shy child, his first reaction when meeting strangers was to hide behind Song Zhen.
Moreover, for many years, that's how he had always managed.
He had to hide; he had to be hidden away.
He couldn't add to his mommy's burdens.
Song Zhen had intended to greet Gu Yibo.
But he noticed the child quietly hiding behind him.
Song Zhen felt a pang of heartache.
The child hid so adeptly, almost instinctively and subconsciously knowing to conceal himself.
Song Zhen felt bitter inside.
His son, the son he had with the woman he loved, why should he hide in the dark and skulk around?
Seeing that his daughter was not averse to seeing him, Gu Yibo breathed a sigh of relief.
He smiled and stepped forward: "When you came over yesterday, I was worried, so I thought I'd finish up at the factory and come over to keep you company."
He then looked at Lan Baozhen, "Mom, we'll stay here for a few days to keep you company!"
Lan Baozhen was somewhat anxious: "But, but I only have two rooms here, I simply can't accommodate so many people!"
Hearing the reason, Gu Yibo chuckled softly, reassuringly saying, "Mom, you and Zhouzhou can sleep in one room, and I'll take another room by myself, Song Zhen will definitely have to go back..."
At this point, Gu Yibo noticed there seemed to be someone standing behind Song Zhen.
"Huh?"
Curious, Gu Yibo tilted his head and started to walk towards Song Zhen.
He saw the tiny shoes.
A child?
And... all these toys scattered on the floor!
"Dad!"
Gu Xinzhou suddenly rushed forward, standing next to Song Zhen, completely blocking McDull from view!
Gu Yibo was puzzled.
Gu Xinzhou's smile was nervous, her demeanor close to tearful as she said, "Dad, you've been exercising these past few years, so you should be able to handle this, right?"
Gu Yibo narrowed his eyes, his mind instantly filling with various speculations.
Gu Xinzhou continued, "Dad, there's something I need to tell you, but you must hold on, don't faint, don't get scared!"
Song Zhen could feel Gu Xinzhou trembling slightly.
Suddenly, he stretched out his arm, directly wrapping it around Gu Xinzhou's shoulders, pulling her into a half-embrace.
A man should not let his woman bear the pressure alone.
He should not let his woman face the storm by herself.
She is a flower.
Meant to bloom beautifully, brilliantly colorful.
He is a tree.
Responsible for bearing the brunt of the storm, growing towards the sunlight.
Song Zhen solemnly declared, "Uncle Gu, Zhouzhou and I have a son!"