Chapter 119 A Deceitful Son, Definitely His Own Child

Shu Ying placed the lunchbox on the table next to her, teasing the two little ones with a gentle smile.

Her voice was so pleasant that Yueyue was so excited she almost jumped up.

"dad!"

She actually saw her father awake!

I wish they had come sooner.

Yangyang clenched his hands somewhat nervously. It was the first time the father and son had met, and there was a touch of unfamiliar intimacy between them.

Shu Ying glanced back at Xie Zhiyan, whose gaze remained fixed on the two children, his fingers trembling slightly.

Shu Ying couldn't help but find it a little funny. He seemed so calm and composed, yet he was so nervous about the two children.

She reached out and pulled the two children into her arms, patting their heads one by one: "My two darlings have really grown up. Now they can even come to the hospital to bring food to their parents by themselves."

She kissed each of them on the cheek: "Go talk to Daddy, he misses you so much."

Yueyue stepped forward with joy. Even though this was the first formal meeting between the father and daughter, she felt more excited and affectionate, probably because of their blood relationship.

Xie Zhiyan's Adam's apple bobbed. The little girl in front of him had a pair of bright, sparkling eyes, almost exactly the same as Shu Ying's when she first woke up.

The little girl with tiny arms and legs looks like a miniature version of Shu Ying.

It's just that the nose will look more like my own.

"dad……"

Yueyue called out softly, and Xie Zhiyan's heart melted.

Compared to Yueyue's initiative, Yangyang was clearly much more nervous.

He was so flustered while walking that he almost tripped over his own foot and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Shu Ying reacted quickly and caught him.

She hugged him with a smile: "You see, Mom has said before that Dad misses you both very much, right? It's just that he's too busy with work, and he always thinks about you and your sister."

Yangyang nodded like a puppet, her eyes quickly flashing across Xie Zhiyan's face, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

Shu Ying smiled and said, "Oh? I remember who said this before they came—"

"Mom, all those things I said before were just nonsense!"

Shu Ying looked at Yangyang with a meaningful gaze, intending to tease him, and the little guy immediately bristled.

Yangyang quickly wrapped one arm around Shuying's neck and tried to cover her mouth with his other chubby little hand.

Shu Ying's eyes reflected Yangyang's image, and she gently released him: "Okay, okay, that's our little secret. Mom will never mention it again. Go see if Dad is the dad you imagined?"

Yangyang walked over cautiously, rubbing his hands together.

Xie Zhiyan looked at the two children in front of him, reached out and scooped them both up, carrying them to the bed.

Yueyue exclaimed, "Dad is so strong! He can carry me and my brother in one arm. Mom is already very strong, but she can only carry one child in one arm."

People say that fathers and mothers are different.

It's true!

She had seen her neighbor's daughter, Huahua, sitting on her father's shoulders. Her father was very tall, and as long as she sat on his shoulders, she could reach the pomegranates on the tree.

She looked at Xie Zhiyan's feet covered by the blanket and estimated in her mind: "Mom, Dad is taller than Huahua's dad!"

Yangyang touched his chin with one hand: "Of course, his dad isn't very tall either, but their pomegranate tree is relatively short. I'll definitely be taller than his dad in the future."

He glanced at Xie Zhiyan out of the corner of his eye, then looked away shyly: "Dad is definitely more capable than his dad!"

Dad can shoot a gun, but Hua Hua's dad can't.

Xie Zhiyan felt a pang of sadness, thinking about all the ways he had tried over the years to contact Shu Ying, and the time he had lost contact with her and her son.

The two children could only imagine what their father looked like by talking about other people's fathers.

Last night, Shu Ying was worried and told him that Yangyang might have some issues with him, but after meeting the two children today, they rushed over so happily that he found it hard to describe his excitement.

Yueyue suddenly leaned over and looked Xie Zhiyan up close, placing her small hand on the gauze on Xie Zhiyan's forehead.

"Dad, does your head still hurt? When I was injured before, it would hurt a lot when Mom applied medicine to my head."

Xie Zhiyan's heart is so soft it's like a piece of rock, enough for two little kids to jump on a trampoline.

His voice softened unconsciously: "It doesn't hurt anymore. If you don't believe me, touch it."

Yueyue cupped her face in her two little hands, originally wanting to reach out one hand to gently touch Xie Zhiyan's wound.

But fearing that she might clumsily hurt him, she shook her head in the end.

"Dad is even better looking than I imagined, and even better looking than in the photos."

There is no color in the photo, but my dad in real life has color: black hair and yellow skin. My mom says that because they are yellow-skinned, they are supposed to look like this.

Yangyang watched intently, staring at Xie Zhiyan's left profile and then his right.

"Why does Dad look like a wild man from the jungle in the book? He has a lot of beard and his hair is all messy, like Grandma Huang's chicken coop."

Actually, he was quite satisfied with his father in other aspects, but he couldn't understand how his sister could lie and say that their father was even more handsome than in the photos.

The dad in the photo looks clean and fair, but in reality, his hair is longer and his beard is much longer.

Just now, when Dad bent down to pick them both up, his arm accidentally touched Dad's mouth, which felt hard and prickly.

Shu Ying sat on the sofa, peeling an apple in one hand, laughing so hard that tears were almost streaming down her face.

She put down the peeler, cut an apple into several pieces, and placed them on a plate in front of Xie Zhiyan's hospital bed.

"Yangyang, Dad looks messy right now because he was seriously injured and can't wash his hair or shave every day, that's why he looks like this. Boys and girls are different."

Shu Ying pulled up a chair and sat down: "You'll understand when you grow up. Boys all grow beards. Boys have to groom themselves every day to look clean and tidy. Dad's situation is special. He doesn't usually look like this."

When Yangyang heard that she would look exactly like Xie Zhiyan when she grew up, she was terrified, and her big eyes were full of rejection.

"Will I become a wild man when I grow up? Mom, that's scary! Is there any way to prevent me from becoming a wild man? I don't want to grow a beard!"

He glanced at Yueyue's smooth skin again: "I'm so envious of my little sister. I wish I were a girl too. Girls don't have to become wild men."