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Xie Jingchen leisurely slowed his pace, shook his head at his two female guards who were looking at him, and carefully approached his mother, gazing affectionately at the five children lined up asleep—
Xiao Shi was sleeping on the innermost side, next to him was Ni, next to Ni was Xiao Shisan, and Xiaojiu was sleeping on the very outside edge, a row of tender and adorable kids that softened Xie Jingchen’s heart immensely.
Zhou Xiuhua checked that her grandsons were sleeping sweetly and nudged her son. Xie Jingchen took one more longing look, then followed his mother downstairs.
"San’er, the kids just fell asleep, and you’re already back. They haven’t slept for two hours and usually won’t wake up by then; just patiently wait until they wake up naturally."
"Did the three little dabble in mischief?" Xie Jingchen followed his mother and within less than five minutes, he was back sitting next to Dad, softly asking his parents.
"Hey, much better now. They might have grown up a bit these last two months, have become more sensible, especially afraid of Little Jiu’er. When Little Jiu’er glares, the three little buns just get all cute and dazed, not daring to make a fuss at all."
Zhou Xiuhua, talking about her grandsons, her face was full of joy and satisfaction, chatting excitedly with Xie Jingchen who had just returned, and didn’t notice that Xie Jingchen’s gaze kept drifting to the old clock on the wall.
It was Xie Tiesheng who noticed his son’s intentions and interrupted his wife, saying to San’er:
"Do you have a company car to drive back now? If you do, take the company car to pick up the little girl. If not, you’ll have to take the bus."
When Zhou Xiuhua heard this, she didn’t protest and gestured to San’er to hurry up.
"Then, Dad, Mom, you go on with your work, I’ll go pick up the little girl."
"Go ahead—"
When Xie Jingchen burst with excitement and appeared at his Mountain Villa, his previously splendid mood plummeted at the sight of the man standing next to his young wife.
Second time now.
Um, what’s his name again... Chen Dongzhe?!
Xie Jingchen, for fear of provoking his young wife’s tears, had changed into casual clothes that his wife had prepared for him before leaving.
So when Xie Jingchen appeared at the foot of the mountain, the surrounding farmers didn’t dare come out to question who he was.
Not to mention Xie Jingchen’s tall and robust appearance, just his attire alone wasn’t something an ordinary person could pull off, and most importantly, the efficient and calm movement as he jumped out of the jeep was so fierce that it made people take notice!
Could it be not fierce? By this time, Xie Jingchen had already keenly spotted his little wife standing halfway up the mountain talking with a few old medicinal farmers, and what was most infuriating was the man standing next to his beloved wife, his protective stance absolutely maddening!
Pfft, just because he looks more like a pretty boy than him! His wife likes his style!
After brooding with a cold face, Xie Jingchen’s irritation didn’t subside, instead, it was pounding more fiercely in his heart—
What kind of husband, having just returned home, doesn’t first see his young wife, but hears from his father about someone coveting his wife, would be in a good mood?
But still, it was just the bad intentions of others, which had absolutely no connection with his beloved wife.
Who knew...
Now it’s even better, he did see his wife, but at the same time, he saw that wild dog who harbored improper thoughts toward his wife.
In his heart, Xie Jingchen cursed a word: Damn.
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