Jiang Yutian opened the door and saw four familiar figures waving them in, "Co in quick, co in quick. We’re all together now, preparing a surprise for your dad."
She deliberately shouted inside, "Old Lin, Mianmian and the others are back."
Jiang Mian stepped forward to change shoes and asked Ms. Jiang quietly about her current situation.
Jiang Yutian glanced inside and whispered, "Your father hardly ate tonight, he keeps mumbling about how everyone has grown up and doesn’t want to stay ho. It’s sad for empty-nest elderly."
Jiang Mian smiled softly. At fifty, his temperant was still like a child’s.
Su Lixing changed his shoes and called out, "Mom."
"Eh, Lixing, have you lost weight recently? Is work too hard, or is Lin Chen not treating you well?"
"No, no, I’ve actually gained weight, I haven’t slimd down, Mom, don’t worry."
Su Lixing was about to walk inside when Lin Chen pulled her back, "Let Jiang Xiaomian handle it inside. She’s the best at appeasing Old Lin."
From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Mian had never failed—she was sure to soothe anyone.
By the ti the three of them had put away their things and entered, Lin Shengqiang’s eyes squinted happily, his lips smiling widely.
Done.
He was already cheered up.
"Dad."
The three entered and were imdiately ushered to sit down.
Fu Sichen and Lin Chen put everything they brought on the carpet and the sofa.
Lin Shengqiang nodded and looked at the full coffee table and carpet, "You didn’t need to bring all this. It’s too much."
"Dad, birthdays should be ceremonial. You love tea, and these are all antiques. There are also so calligraphy and paintings; you can study them when you have ti."
Jiang Yutian poured so water and didn’t pamper the old man’s temper, "The kids don’t co and you get upset, then they do co and you act all polite."
Lin Shengqiang suddenly felt warm, "Don’t talk about these things in front of the children."
"Xiao Chen and Lixing, if you two have things to do, go back to your rooms for a while. Many aunties have also prepared things. Check if anything is missing. Leave your dad to us."
The two sat there with not much to do and probably felt constrained, so Jiang Yutian sent them back to their respective rooms.
Fu Sichen went to Jiang Mian’s room, which was neatly tidied with no excess decoration.
He opened the wardrobe to check if anything was left behind or missing, and his gaze fell on a neatly placed box.
He recognized the teddy bear inside at a glance.
It was the one he had given to Jiang Mian years ago. Fu Sichen picked it up and carefully examined it for a long ti, his thin lips quietly curling slightly, "Well preserved."
Underneath the teddy bear was a notebook and a wish bottle, which Fu Sichen picked up.
"Snap—"
As the notebook opened, a scattering of photos fell to the floor.
They were all their photos together from back then.
Playing in the garden, visiting amusent parks, and so photos that Fu Sichen himself didn’t even know about.
It was Jiang Mian’s sneak shots of him doing his howork.
His gaze fell on the page that was turned—
[7.2 Grandpa Fu, the neighbor next door, has a handso little brother today. Grandpa Fu said he is his grandson and from now on he is my brother. Little brother said I should call him Brother Xiao Fu]
[7.13 Today I watched Brother Xiao Fu do his howork, I took a lot of photos secretly, he’s really handso, he can only have as his little sister]
Fu Sichen suddenly laughed upon reading this.
Mrs. Fu had always had such a strong possessive instinct since she was little.
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