Regarding eting Xi Nian, Yuran felt very conflicted. On one hand, he was her brother; on the other, she now t Xi Nian using soone else’s identity.
She couldn’t say her grudge ran deep after so many years of Xi Nian not finding her, but there was still a hint of resentnt.
The day they t was overcast, and it started to pour on the way, eerily similar to the day she had gotten lost, making her feel slightly heavy-hearted.
Bo Yan drove ahead while Zhizhi sat with her in the back seat. The two of them nearly simultaneously sensed the anxiety and resistance emanating from Yuran.
Bo Yan saw Yuran’s tense face in the rearview mirror and cleared his throat, "Baby, if you’re not ready, I can call Xi Nian and reschedule."
It seed he always understood her.
Even if she said nothing, he was keenly aware. As their gazes t in the rearview mirror, Yuran’s mood eased a bit, "It’s nothing, I just recalled so long-sealed mories."
Bo Yan glanced at Zhizhi and didn’t ask further, only comforting, "Mrs. Bo, when you have ti, could you share your feelings with Mr. Bo?"
Yuran suddenly felt relieved and cracked a slight smile, "Of course, Mr. Bo."
Zhizhi didn’t quite grasp the deep aning in his parents’ conversation and felt overlooked, unhappy, "Daddy, mommy, too, too."
The couple chuckled, and Yuran pinched Zhizhi’s cheek, "Of course, we can’t leave out our Zhizhi."
The easily content child’s heart blossod joyfully.
The rainfall outside began to lessen, the dark clouds slightly parted, and sunlight poured down, as if a tear in the gloomy sky had opened, cascading down countless rays of light.
The city was entirely revived, vibrant with life.
As the weather changed, the oppression in Yuran’s heart relaxed significantly. She looked out at the slanting sun with a light smile, "Baby, tell mommy, what is this called?"
Her hand pointed to where the dark clouds were being dispersed and sunlight was pouring down.
Zhizhi pondered for a mont then answered cheerfully, "Clear skies after parting the clouds."
"That’s wonderful."
Zhizhi smiled brightly, "Mommy, the sun is coming out."
"Yes, indeed, the dark clouds have scattered."
Everything was a new beginning; now that she had soone with her, it wasn’t so hard to accept, at least not until she heard Xi Nian’s explanation before judging him.
What if Xi Nian had also had a hard ti?
Yuran thought.
...
The eting place was a villa in the suburbs, high-end and secretive, a favorite among many in the Imperial Community. Xi Nian stood nervously at the entrance, waiting for the imminent arrival, the rain having gradually stopped and the sky clearing.
They could also hear the crisp chirps of birds.
His anxious mood eased a lot; the entire venue had been booked out, ensuring no disturbances today.
Seeing Bo Yan’s car slowly drive in, Xi Nian’s face lit up with a tinge of joy.
Zhizhi was the first to open the car door and get out. Seeing Xi Nian, whom he recognized, he ran straight to him, "Uncle Xi, Uncle Xi..."
After bumping into Xi Nian’s arms, Zhizhi curiously held Xi Nian’s face, "Uncle Xi, is it you who invited mom and dad and I to dinner today?"
Xi Nian looked at the little nephew in front of him and did not know how to answer his question for a while. Bo Yan ca over, leading Yuran, and said, "Zhizhi, call him ’Uncle.’ "
Instinctively, Xi Nian looked at Yuran. Seeing that she did not seem unhappy, and was looking significantly at Zhizhi, Zhizhi asked in confusion, "Why, dad?"
Bo Yan explained, "Because Uncle Xi Nian is your mom’s brother, so you should call him ’Uncle.’"
"But why would Uncle Xi be mom’s brother if mom’s last na is Yu and Uncle Xi’s is Xi?"
Bo Yan chuckled, "That, I will explain to you when you’re a bit older, all right?"
Zhizhi nodded seriously, "Okay, Uncle Xi."
"Mhm," Xi Nian’s voice trembled slightly, he hugged Zhizhi and shifted to the side, his gaze falling on Yuran, "Let’s go in, my guests have already arrived. Let’s grab sothing to eat first, then we can talk slowly."
Bo Yan remained silent, looking towards Yuran, who was holding his hand. Despite a cool expression on her face, she clutched at Bo Yan’s fingers tightly, almost painfully. He knew how she felt and let her hold on to his hand tightly for a sense of security.
He didn’t rush her, allowing her to think at her own pace, not pressuring her whether she agreed or not.
A while later, Yuran spoke, "Okay."
Zhizhi was carried forward by Xi Nian, his big eyes rolling among the adults. He felt the atmosphere among the adults was a bit odd, but couldn’t quite understand it. Although Zhizhi was precocious and smart, there were still many things he did not understand.
Bored, he lay on Xi Nian’s shoulder and made faces at his parents behind him, trying to break the uncomfortable atmosphere. Bo Yan snorted in amusent, laughing because of his son’s antics, and Yuran too, her smile flickering at the edges of her cheeks.
Seeing his success, Zhizhi’s face bead with pride.
Xi Nian could feel the warm interaction of the family of three, the corners of his lips subtly curling up with a smile.
Xi Nian opened the door of a private room at the end of the corridor. Inside, two young n suddenly stood up, their eyes staring fixedly at the doorway. Both n bore a high similarity to Xi Nian, a breathtakingly enchanting type.
Their eyes were narrow, with upturned corners.
Naturally carrying a hint of charm.
However, the excitent, relief, nostalgia, and thrill in their eyes at that mont made their stunning features sowhat comical.
Seeing Xi Nian enter with a delicately beautiful child, the two n were initially stunned and confused. Then, they stepped forward to greet him. Midway, upon seeing two more people appear behind Xi Nian, they abruptly stopped in their tracks.
Yuran also sternly looked at the two n, the air turning montarily still. Zhizhi blinked twice with his big eyes and innocently asked, "Why are there two more uncles here who look so much like Uncle Xi? Uncle Xi, are these two also uncles?"
Xi Yan and Xi Yang could barely conceal the excitent on their faces, their gaze repeatedly landing on Zhizhi’s adorable face, barely able to restrain their smiles.
The two n wanted to answer, yes, they were uncles, but, fearing that Yuran would be upset, they stood carefully still, not daring to move.
Yuran ca with resentnt, but seeing how cautious the three n were, she found it particularly jarring. She was not a heartless person, and told Zhizhi, "The other two are also your uncles."
Zhizhi counted on his fingers, "Mom, Zhizhi has three uncles. Mom, can Zhizhi ask the uncles to pick him up from school?"
Yuran shook her head in refusal, "No."
The three uncles’ radiant gazes instantly dimd. Following that, they were heartened again by Yuran’s words, "The school is closer to grandma’s house. Grandma will pick you up. On weekends, your uncles can take you out."
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