Meng Jingwei stood there, stunned, after being ruthlessly pushed aside. She watched her adoptive parents rush into the living room, amused by their agitation.
Generational affection was likely just like this.
As several people entered the living room, Meng Tianhua and Du Juan each held a little one, completely smitten. They chatted and laughed, eliciting giggles from the adorable babies.
The spacious living room instantly became lively.
Immersed in the blissful atmosphere, everything felt so wonderful.
Perhaps, this was the happiness of home.
Qing Muye watched Meng Tianhua and his wife gently sway the two children, displaying all sorts of affectionate gestures, and could feel their deep love for the babies.
"Dad, Mom, you must be tired from your journey. Please sit and rest." He signaled the nanny to take the children.
After the nanny, holding the babies, departed, Meng Tianhua and his wife finally sat on the sofa.
"Dad, Mom, Ah Wei and I have been busy lately, on business trips and training. We haven't been in touch."
When Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei left, they worried that Meng Tianhua and his wife might proactively contact Meng Jingwei. Fearing they would panic if they couldn't reach her, they had arranged for Pei Ying and Song Ci to maintain contact and visit them instead.
This reassured Meng Tianhua and his wife.
"Ah, it's alright, it's alright. You young people, your work is important, work is important," Meng Tianhua asked, "This training period was quite long. If Song Ci hadn't kept us updated on your situation, your mother and I would have been extremely worried."
"Yes, yes. A child traveling a thousand miles weighs on a mother's heart," Du Juan chimed in with a smile.
Meng Jingwei sat beside Qing Muye, their heads tilted towards each other, sharing a knowing smile.
She said, "Well, we're back now, so there's nothing to worry about. Besides, after the 'training' is done, there won't be any more training matters. You don't need to worry."
Fortunately, her adoptive parents trusted her completely; otherwise, this matter would have been difficult to explain.
Ring, ring, ring—
Just then, Qing Muye's phone rang.
He took out his phone and saw a string of numbers.
That mobile number belonged to Qing Kangyu!
Qing Muye frowned and hung up the call.
"Oh dear, is there something important at the company?" Du Juan asked, seeing Qing Muye end the call, assuming she had disrupted his work.
The man immediately shook his head, "Not at all. Just some telemarketing calls." As he spoke, he glanced at Meng Jingwei, "Let Mom and Dad rest well this morning. If there's nothing else in the afternoon, take them shopping to see if they need anything."
"Okay..."
As Meng Jingwei replied, Du Juan said, "We don't lack anything. Your father and I don't lack anything."
"Yes, yes. I just want to spend time with my two little grandsons. I don't want to do anything else." With that, Meng Tianhua stood up. "I'll go check on the children."
Perhaps he had little in common with Qing Muye, or perhaps deep down Meng Tianhua felt Meng Jingwei was not a good match for Qing Muye, that she was marrying above her station.
He didn't speak boldly in front of Qing Muye, feeling somewhat inferior.
"I'll go with you," Du Juan also stood up and followed.
Watching them leave, Meng Jingwei sighed and shook her head helplessly, "They seem... afraid of you?"
As a daughter, Meng Jingwei naturally understood her parents' thoughts and feelings.
Qing Muye hugged Meng Jingwei, his fingers caressing her hair. "What can I do?" He also wished to ease the relationship between them.
"Sigh, let's just let things happen naturally." Meng Jingwei leaned against Qing Muye. "Since we got married, you've never really been around. And in the meantime, while you were away, there was a fake Qing Muye with me. Although they knew that person wasn't you, it only made them feel you were even more inscrutable, and they were very uneasy."