In the dark, the man suddenly let out a low laugh.
He did not answer her but pushed open the door and got out of the car, leaving Zhixi astounded.
As she was lost in thought, suddenly someone opened the car door beside her from the outside.
The man’s cold voice resonated lowly, "Get out."
Zhixi, unable to grasp his attitude, hurriedly stretched her legs out, stepped on the ground, and then used the car door to stand up.
Once she was stable, He Jingyao forcefully shut the car door and turned to the front seat to instruct the chauffeur, "You go back first."
"Yes, young master." The chauffeur decisively drove away before Zhixi could react.
Zhixi watched the departing car’s tail and remained a bit dazed.
"Let’s go in," He Jingyao said, his voice seemingly carrying a hint of laughter.
"You..." she pursed her lips, "the hotel has already been booked by Dad, there are no rooms available for you."
"You’re overthinking, I just want to see Xiaobao," He Jingyao gave her a sideways glance and took the lead into the hotel.
Zhixi had no choice but to bite her lip and follow, her heart becoming increasingly uneasy.
...What exactly does he mean? Could it be that the words she had just spoken did not move him at all?
The man seemed to know exactly where she was staying, accurately arriving at the suite door and then gave her a look.
Zhixi obediently took out the room card, swiped it, and went inside.
A light was on in the living room, but it was eerily quiet. It seemed Pei Yuanchen had already put Xiaobao to sleep.
"At this time, Xiaobao is already asleep," she timidly said, "how about... I bring him to see you tomorrow?"
"I can’t see him just because he’s asleep?" He Jingyao looked down and glanced at her.
Zhixi had to shut her mouth and pointed him toward the little guy’s room.
The man strode over, Zhixi reluctantly followed.
Upon entering the room, he reached out to open the door, and Xiaobao’s sleeping figure immediately came into his view.
He Jingyao’s face softened into a gentle smile, walked over, and leaned down to kiss his son’s cheek.
This scene stirred a complex emotion in Zhixi’s heart. She could not remember the last time she had seen him so tender...
Usually, nothing could wake Xiaobao once he fell asleep, but today, for some reason, just a kiss from He Jingyao made him rub his eyes and bleary open them.
Then, he excitedly exclaimed, "Daddy! You’re back!"
Seeing this, He Jingyao laughed and lifted him up, "Yes, I’m back. Did you keep your promises to me? Hm?"
Xiaobao hugged his neck and sheepishly smiled, "I’ve learned a hundred characters already... Mom can vouch for me! Right, Mom?"
Zhixi, lost in thought watching them embrace, vaguely nodded her head at his words.
He Jingyao glanced at her and subtly curved his lips, then turned his gaze back to Xiaobao, "Good, then Dad can fulfill what he promised you."
Xiaobao’s eyes lit up, "Then... can the three of us live together from now on, right?"
"That depends on your mom," He Jingyao said, laughing softly, "ask your mom if she is willing?"
"Mom definitely is willing, she’s been longing for it!" Xiaobao sold her out without hesitation, "Dad, you don’t know, Mom used to mention you a hundred times a day."
"Is that so?" the man looked at her, his expression teasing.