Capítulo 897: Chapter 897
Zhixi turned around and immediately saw the tall figure of the man.
Xiaobao was the fastest, rushing over first, and He Jingyao bent down to pick him up.
The little guy hugged his neck and burst into tears.
He Yirong, Liu Minjun, and He Ziyi all watched with red eyes.
“Dad… Daddy, you finally… finally came back…” Xiaobao sobbed, crying pitifully.
He Jingyao kissed his cheek, his voice somewhat hoarse: “I’m sorry, Daddy made you worry.”
He gave an aggrieved “Hmm”: “Daddy, are you okay?”
“Daddy is fine.” He Jingyao smiled and patted his head, turning his gaze to Zhixi.
Zhixi was already streaming with tears before she realized it.
She stood by the sofa, trying to muster a smile as He Jingyao looked over. In her tear-blurred vision, she still saw the warm expression in the man’s eyes.
He Jingyao’s return lifted the month-long gloom from the old house.
After He Jingyao put Xiaobao down, He Yirong couldn’t hold back and punched him: “You brat, you tricked me good, I think you don’t have me, your father, in your heart!”
However, when he spoke the last two words, he was already choking up.
He Jingyao acted obediently: “I made you worry.”
“Brat…” He Yirong still cursed, but his face was full of smiles.
Liu Minjun cried as she hugged him: “You scared me to death…”
He Jingyao looked a bit stiff, but Liu Minjun quickly let go and spoke with a touch of resentment: “Fine, go hug your wife.”
He Jingyao had indeed intended to do so, but hearing this from Liu Minjun, he had to stop, helplessly comforting his sensitive parents.
He Ziyi was also happy to see her brother return safely, but her eyes quickly shifted to Pei Yuanchen behind He Jingyao.
She ran over, widening her eyes as she looked at him: “Uncle Xiaobao, you weren’t hurt, right?”
Pei Yuanchen was a bit surprised, but he still felt quite pleased.
He said faintly: “No.”
“Thank you for saving my brother.” He Ziyi gave him a bright smile.
Pei Yuanchen kept a straight face, secretly pleased, planning to casually recount the danger of the recent conflict, but He Ziyi turned and ran over to comfort Liu Minjun after her brief inquiry.
Pei Yuanchen rolled his eyes inwardly.
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He Jingyao looked toward the sofa but didn’t see Zhixi.
Liu Minjun coughed: “Your wife went back to the room.”
He Jingyao remained calm: “I’m going to rest in the room for a while.”
After speaking, he headed upstairs to the second floor.
Liu Minjun chuckled and shook her head, seeing Xiaobao planning to follow, she quickly picked him up: “Xiaobao, be good, let your Daddy and Mommy talk alone for a while.”
Zhixi leaned against the bookshelf, flipping through He Jingyao’s childhood journal.
Before long, she heard footsteps behind her.
Soon, her back was pressed against a burning, solid chest.
Zhixi felt her eyes heat up.
He Jingyao embraced her from behind, his hands precisely placed on her round belly.
“Seems bigger.” His voice was low and hoarse, the hot breath sprayed over her face and neck.