An Jing had no choice but to get up, "Alright, alright, Mom will take you to find Dad, OK?"
While speaking, An Jing first moved Su Yi Jing, Su Yixing, and An Yiqing from the bamboo bed and placed them on the ground.
Then, An Jing went to pick up An Yiyun.
"Let’s go, Mom will take you to find Dad. He probably has the vegetables all stir-fried by now, and might even have the rice in the pot," An Jing said, holding An Yiyun and signaling to Su Yi Jing, Su Yixing, and An Yiqing to follow her to the kitchen.
The three little ones stopped making a fuss and followed behind An Jing, excited and unsteady in their small steps.
"My dear, the kids were making a fuss to find you, and I had no choice but to bring them," An Jing said with a smile as she entered the kitchen, addressing Xiao Changyi who was sitting at the kitchen entrance, stoking the fire.
Being with her husband and children made An Jing very happy, and her face bore a great smile.
At the sound, Xiao Changyi turned to see An Jing holding little An Yiyun, with the other three toddlers wobbling along behind.
All four little ones were exceptionally happy to come find him, with An Yiqing and An Yiyun even clapping their little hands in excitement.
Seeing his wife and children, Xiao Changyi’s usually hard heart instantly turned soft.
As soon as the four children saw him, they called out to him, all looking so delighted.
Xiao Changyi’s cold eyes warmed slightly.
Su Yi Jing, Su Yixing, and An Yiqing, the three little ones, held onto the door frame, carefully lifting their short legs over what was for them a somewhat high threshold and entering the kitchen. Once inside, the three of them walked toward Xiao Changyi at the kitchen entrance.
Xiao Changyi didn’t rise, still sitting at the kitchen entrance, but his cold gaze was clearly fixed on the three approaching toddlers, obviously waiting for them to reach his side.
"Daddy... Daddy... Daddy..." The three little ones were even happier when they reached Xiao Changyi, excitedly calling him Dad even more eagerly.
Xiao Changyi said nothing, and his face showed no expression, but the temperature of his cold gaze rose slightly.
He lifted his hand and touched each of the three little ones’ heads in turn. Then Xiao Changyi stuffed more wood into the stove, reigniting the flames that had nearly died down.
An Jing had already walked over and stood beside Xiao Changyi. As soon as An Yiyun saw Xiao Changyi patting his brothers’ heads, he wanted to be patted too, so he started fussing for An Jing to put him down quickly.
Watching her youngest son become impatient, An Jing found him too adorable at that moment, but she still set her little son down.
Fearing her little son would not stand firmly and fall, An Jing placed him next to her husband’s leg so that he could hold onto Xiao Changyi’s leg to steady himself.
Once An Yiyun steadied himself against Xiao Changyi’s leg, he gleefully pushed his little head towards Xiao, evidently wanting Xiao to touch his head too.
But Xiao Changyi simply wouldn’t pat him.
"Daddy..." After his head had been outstretched for quite a while and his dad still hadn’t touched it, An Yiyun finally looked up with a pout, his expression particularly aggrieved as he looked at Xiao Changyi, and he even looked like he was about to cry.
"Dear, just pat Yun Er’s head. If you don’t, he’s going to cry for you, haha..." An Jing couldn’t stop laughing.
She didn’t know what was with her husband; the more the children wanted him to do something, the less he would do it, and he would only do it after the child cried.