Shen Yufeng quickly put on a coat and headed downstairs, only to see Shen Aotian sitting on the sofa.
"Dad, have you seen Xiaoyu?"
"Outside, on the swing!"
Shen Yufeng quickly went outside.
Seeing that figure on the swing fra, Shen Yufeng’s heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly cald down.
This little girl, really... doesn’t listen!
But after going out, Shen Yufeng saw Han ngya standing beside An Xiaoyu, accompanying her on the swing!
Shen Yufeng glanced at the swing seat, which had a thick cushion on it. Well, sitting on it shouldn’t be cold.
An Xiaoyu hadn’t heard Shen Yufeng approaching, but Han ngya had seen him, so she smiled and slipped away.
After all, since her son was here, she couldn’t intrude, and it was better to let her son accompany her daughter-in-law!
Shen Yufeng reached out and gently grasped the swing rope, bringing the swing to a stop. An Xiaoyu turned her head to see Shen Yufeng standing right behind her.
"You’re awake?"
An Xiaoyu smiled, her smile was mischievous yet joyful.
"Aren’t you cold?"
Shen Yufeng, sowhat helpless, reached out and pinched her nose.
An Xiaoyu shook her head, "Not cold! Push , please!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Yufeng lightly pushed the swing, causing it to sway gently.
Just like that, the tall and handso man stood beside the swing, pushing it, while the girl on the swing quietly closed her eyes, swaying with its motion.
And such a scene... looked so wonderfully harmonious.
The evening breeze brought a chill and ssed up An Xiaoyu’s hair.
Shen Yufeng grasped the swing rope, and slowly, the swing ca to a stop.
"The wind’s picking up, shall we go inside?"
An Xiaoyu sat still without moving.
Shen Yufeng moved in front of her, squatting down to look at her.
"What’s wrong?"
An Xiaoyu smiled faintly, "Nothing, just... missing my dad!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Yufeng’s eyes dimd slightly.
He naturally understood that when she said "dad"... she didn’t an Long Hexuan.
"When I was little, I loved playing on the swing. My dad even made one for ! It was in the yard... Later, I fell once, and Dad dismantled the swing. After he passed away, I never swung again!"
An Xiaoyu spoke, her gaze softly looking into the distance.
Shen Yufeng reached out and pulled her into his arms, carefully avoiding her wound.
"After we go back, I’ll go with you to visit him, how about that?"
An Xiaoyu nodded, then leaned into Shen Yufeng’s embrace.
*
Because Han ngya cooking was simply a nightmare for Shen Aotian, tonight’s dinner... was entirely handled by Shen Yufeng.
An Xiaoyu wanted to help out or just keep him company in the kitchen, but Shen Yufeng refused.
However, An Xiaoyu still sneaked over quietly.
Seeing her co in, Shen Yufeng was a bit helpless.
"Hurry out, I’m fine here on my own!"
But An Xiaoyu said, "What, you think I’m a hindrance?"
Shen Yufeng was sowhat helpless.
"Honey, if I disliked anyone, it wouldn’t be you!"
"That’s more like it!"
An Xiaoyu laughed and walked over to Shen Yufeng’s side.
In fact, her leg injury wasn’t fully healed yet, and standing for too long also hurt.
Still, she wanted to be with him, even if doing nothing.
Shen Yufeng chuckled, "You can stay in the kitchen if you like, but you’ll have to bribe !"
An Xiaoyu was stunned, this guy... needs a bribe?
An Xiaoyu squinted at him, letting out a huff.
"Want a bribe? What kind?"
Shen Yufeng laughed softly, "Well, it’s actually quite simple, just give a kiss!"
His smile was serene, yet a devilish gleam filled his eyes, much like an old lord.
An Xiaoyu felt a bit helpless, this guy...
"What if I refuse?"
Shen Yufeng smiled, his jet-black eyes shimring with damp light as he fixated on An Xiaoyu. He stopped what he was doing, put the knife down on the cutting board, and walked directly towards An Xiaoyu.
At that mont, Shen Yufeng’s gaze was quite dangerous.
So, a wise girl doesn’t take the loss in front of her!
An Xiaoyu gave a quick peck and then quickly let go.
"Honey, you’re just brushing off! But I can try again!"
After saying that, Shen Yufeng directly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.
Han ngya had just returned to her room, and when she ca out to find An Xiaoyu gone, she thought for a mont and decided she must have gone to the kitchen, so she headed there to look.
As a result...
Han ngya felt her heart skip a beat.
Tsk tsk... what has beco of her son these days?
Where did the calm, aloof, and proud son go?
How impatient he has beco!
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