Zaizai reported everything about tonight in detail.

Including Uncle Nie inviting mommy to dinner, mommy telling him to distract the staff of the law firm, and thankfully, his supreme act of pretending to have diarrhea all night to help mommy avoid the dinner...

As he spoke, he sneakily observed daddy’s face, which gradually grew darker.

"Daddy, don’t be mad," he pouted.

He knew daddy was the most jealous, and he’d spank mommy when he was jealous.

He told daddy that he just wanted to motivate daddy to come back sooner.

Not to make daddy angrier with mommy.

Huo Zhenyang’s expression was gloomy.

It seemed that that particular clause in the agreement wasn’t superfluous after all.

How dare she use his son, to help her arrange a date with Nie Yixiao?

It’s outrageous!

Five fingers tensed, the knuckles turning white as he clenched them tight.

It took a great effort to calm down.

In the screen, the man’s expression softened somewhat, and the tense lines of his profile relaxed.

He said calmly, "Daddy’s not angry. You did well, keep watching out for daddy. Alright, it’s late over there, go to sleep."

"Daddy, I can’t sleep by myself; I want daddy and mommy to sleep with me."

Zaizai was reluctant to hang up as it was a rare chance to talk to daddy.

He laughed, "You’re being naughty. Daddy doesn’t have the ability to clone himself, how can I sleep with you."

"That’s easy to solve." Seeing no objection from him, Zaizai took the phone and trotted off to mommy’s bedroom.

On the soft bed, Jiayi, who was exhausted after tending to Zaizai all night, had fallen into a deep sleep.

Zaizai turned the phone towards Jiayi, letting daddy take a look.

Huo Zhenyang realized that his son had taken the phone into that little woman’s bedroom, the color in his eyes shifted slightly, but it was too late to say anything.

The bedside lamp in the bedroom cast a warm glow, enveloping her side-sleeping figure.

The weather in Yunling wasn’t so cold anymore.

She was only covered with a thin blanket, her limbs curled in a fetal position out of habit.

She liked to sleep with a night-light on, set to the lowest brightness.

This small woman had all the traits of a little girl.

Afraid of the dark, scared of horror movies, she would turn on all the lights in the house when alone, lighting up the place, and when sleeping, she liked to tuck her hands and feet under the covers, as if scared a ghost would pop up at the head of the bed to grab her feet.

Yet when her courage surged, it was hard to believe it was her.

He once thought she was a delicate flower that needed protection, unable to withstand the harshness of the world.

But a person who hasn’t faced adversity wouldn’t have the courage to decide to have a child of uncertain paternity and raise that child on her own.

This contradictory personality was perfectly merged within her.

When she first moved into Disheng, she liked to sleep with the lights on, but later she moved into his master bedroom, and he insisted on turning off the lights.

Every night he hugged her to sleep, so there was no need for lights.

After he mentioned it a few times, she probably got used to it and stopped turning on the lights.

Now that she moved back to Green Island Garden, she returned to her old habits.

Her long eyelashes drooped down, casting a green shadow on the delicate skin of her eyelids.

In the dusky light, her skin appeared white and smooth as cream, charming beyond measure.

For a moment, he was almost tempted to forget his anger, wanting to reach through the screen to caress her.

He hated his own weakness.

At such a time, he couldn’t help but be infatuated with her on the other side of the screen.

She didn’t understand her own good intentions.

She would rather be with Nie Yixiao than accompany him to Mexico.

Even when he wanted to see her before he left, she refused.

Although he tied her down with the terms of the agreement, she still took the opportunity to plan a dinner alone with Nie Yixiao while he was away.

...

Every single one of the little woman’s transgressions could make his anger surge.

But the moment he saw her, for some reason, the anger just couldn’t flare up.

Zaizai hissed at the phone, then climbed onto the bed stealthily, flipped open Jiayi’s blanket, and crawled in.

The sleeping little woman didn’t even notice Little Baozi coming in, still deeply in a game of chess with Duke Zhou.

Zaizai nestled close to his mommy’s scent, then brought the phone to his mouth and whispered breathily, "Daddy, you can only hang up after I fall asleep..."

The movement from Little Baozi caused Jiayi to stir slightly.

The blanket slid down a few centimeters from her body.

He reflexively swallowed and unconsciously darkened his gaze, saying in a serious low voice, "Zaizai, hold the phone properly. Don’t move."

The moment the command to his son left his lips, he cursed lowly in his heart.

Zaizai understood Daddy’s intention, adjusting Anya’s phone camera to capture the oblivious and soundly sleeping Jiayi.

To give Daddy a clearer view.

Not until his arm ached, and sleepiness crept in, did he complain, "Daddy, have you finished drooling over the screen? I’m sleepy, and my hand is tired."

Huo Zhenyang, who had been pinpointed by his son’s remark, felt a bit embarrassed, and inexplicably his brows furrowed, annoyed, "What is there for a child to be tired about? Hold on a little longer!"

Zaizai fluttered his eyelashes, "If Daddy wants to continue admiring Mommy sleeping, call Mommy yourself. I’ve let you watch for several minutes already, which is giving you a lot of face."

Having said that, he yawned, fearless of reprimand from a thousand miles away, and forcefully stuffed the phone under the pillow, going to sleep.

Is this kid trying to keep him up all night?

A four-year-old little rascal already knew about marketing tactics, giving away free samples to get a taste of the sweet deal!

No wonder he is his own son!

The man shoved under the pillow laughed bitterly with frustration.

*

Days slipped by, one after another.

Apart from Anya’s growing complaints, it seemed no different from before.

He had thought that a temporary compromise would make the people from Beiming Hall lower their guard, or at least not watch them so closely.

In reality, it was utterly useless!

At the entrance of the Green Island Garden community, the men from Beiming Hall were still on strict guard, following Anya closely within ten meters of her coming and going.

And they had intensified their efforts.

Every few days, Si Yuheng would send his men with big and small bags of nutritional supplements, strictly urging Anya to consume them all.

He also forcibly escorted Anya to the hospital for regular prenatal checkups.

To Anya’s further annoyance, the results of each checkup were always excellent, the fetus was very healthy and developing well.

That evening before dinner, Anya started cursing Si Yuheng again as per her thrice-daily routine.

Jiayi, amused yet helpless, offered a few words of comfort, then picked up the bag of groceries that Beiming Hall’s subordinate had delivered that morning and entered the kitchen.

Although she also had a strong aversion to the people from Beiming Hall, it would be a waste to throw away the nourishment they brought.

Why take it out on the food?

After all, Anya’s body did need some extra nourishment right now.

Ever since she moved back to Green Island Garden, with Mommy and Daddy moving to their new house, her soup-cooking skills had improved quite a bit.

After preparing the meal, Jiayi brought it out, glancing at the two TV-watchers on the couch, one big and one small, "Stop watching TV, it’s time to eat."