noffsinger Chapter 139 Going Home
Chapter 139 Going Home
After hearing what Fu Shengyang said, An Xiaoyue wasn't so nervous anymore.
The two stood hand in hand at the exit, waiting.
Shortly after, footsteps could be heard coming from the VIP passage.
"Tap, tap..."
The sound of her heels clicking on the tiled floor grew clearer and clearer, and An Xiaoyue's heart jumped into her throat again.
She was about to meet her mother. This was also the first time she would meet her biological father after he learned her true identity.
It's impossible to say I'm not nervous.
An extra reflection appears on the smooth ground.
Then, a staff member in a red uniform appeared and led the way.
After taking three steps, An Xiaoyue saw her mother and uncle walking side by side.
My mother is gentle and radiant; the slight upturn of her lips exudes happiness. My uncle walks with a steady gait, his demeanor warm and peaceful.
As the two walked together, An Xiaoyue felt that everything had become just like the dreams she had when she was a child.
That warm and reassuring feeling of having my parents around me came to mind.
In the brief moment she was lost in thought, the person was already in front of her.
"Baby." An Jiaren happily hugged her.
"Mom." An Xiaoyue didn't dare to move too much, only gently hugging her mother's waist.
She could tell that her mother was a little more mischievous than before, compared to her previous composure and intellect.
Leng Shi then extended his hand and shook hands with Fu Shengyang. All the words were exchanged in their eyes.
After the mother and daughter separated, An Jiaren raised an eyebrow at Leng Shize, "Your daughter."
An Xiaoyue's heart pounded. As clever as she was, she could only stare blankly at Leng Shize in front of her, unable to think of any appropriate way to deal with the situation.
Leng Shi opened his arms and hugged her, saying, "Little baby, Daddy is surprised, but even happier."
Little baby.
An Xiaoyue's eyes suddenly reddened, and a wave of sourness surged into her nose.
"Dad." As soon as she spoke, tears streamed down her face.
When Leng Shi was called "Dad," he was flattered and overwhelmed.
This is his daughter, and he wants to protect her and give her the best of everything in the world.
"Nothing will happen when Dad comes."
He knew that An Jiaren had run back to Jincheng in order to pave a smoother path for his career.
I also know that kind-hearted Xiaoyue must be worried about these things too.
Children raised by their mothers tend to be more reserved and nervous at heart.
This is not the fault of either of them, the mother and daughter; it is caused by his absence from their lives as their husband and father.
He's back; he'll have everything he needs.
All they need to do is stay by his side, and the three of them can live a good life together.
Everything else seems less important in the face of 23 years lost.
"I understand, Dad." An Xiaoyue's tears were absorbed by his clothes, and she answered with a choked voice.
It turns out that Dad's embrace is broader, stronger, and more solid than Mom's.
An Xiaoyue thought that the stability brought by a father's love, which is as firm as a mountain, must be the result of his gentleness and steadfastness.
When Fu Shengyang saw Xiaoyue crying, he really wanted to hold her in his arms and comfort her. But since she had her mother and father with her now, she didn't need him to coax her.
He simply said, "Mom, Uncle, let's get in the car first."
Leng Shi then returned Xiaoyue to An Jiaren, put his arm around Fu Shengyang's shoulder, and walked together toward the car parked by the roadside.
“Xiaoyue is already calling him Dad, so it’s time for you to start calling him that too.”
Fu Shengyang smiled, "Yes, Dad."
Leng Shi then said softly, "After Xiaoyue gives birth, I'll hold a wedding ceremony for you two."
When the wedding was mentioned, Fu Shengyang glanced at Xiaoyue, who was whispering to her mother a few steps away, and decided to stop hiding it from her.
"That's what I'm thinking too. I'm already making arrangements for the wedding dress, shoes, and ring."
His thoughtfulness pleased Leng Shi even more, and he sincerely said, "You are better than both of our fathers."
Fu Shengyang neither confirmed nor denied this point.
He took good care of his children and wife.
Fu Shengyang drove himself, Leng Shi sat in the passenger seat, and An Xiaoyue and An Jiaren sat in the back.
An Jiaren held An Xiaoyue's hand tightly, took out a red booklet from her handbag, squeezed her darling's hand, and gestured for her to look here.
When An Xiaoyue saw the marriage certificate, her heart skipped a beat. She was surprised, but also happy for her mother.
Even after all these years, my mother's love has not changed.
Whether happiness or obstacles lie ahead, no one knows, but Mom chose to take this step.
An Xiaoyue tilted her head and leaned on An Jiaren's shoulder, whispering in praise, "Mom, you're so brave."
An Jiaren raised an eyebrow: "This is what Mom is really like."
"That's great, I'm proud of my mom's courage."
An Jiaren gently stroked her daughter's longer, shiny black hair. "Daddy and I will be here in a bit, so just sit quietly, baby."
“Yes.” An Xiaoyue knew that her parents went straight to the Leng family as soon as they returned to Beijing, because they wanted to tell the Leng family about this news.
From her observation, apart from Leng Shide, the Leng family almost never mentioned their mother, their daughter.
When Leng Yushan and Fang Mei talked about their mother, they both felt more or less heartache, worry, and incomprehension.
I really don't know what will happen next.
As the car drove closer to the city center, it passed through a long, two-lane alley lined with osmanthus trees and stopped in front of a three-story red villa.
Fu Shengyang parked the car against the courtyard wall before the four of them got out.
The streets were almost deserted, and the osmanthus trees swayed gently in the wind.
Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the clean stone path, a scene of tranquil time flowing by.
"This street is called Osmanthus Lane," An Jiaren explained, noticing her daughter staring intently at the street and knowing she was interested in things with a sense of history.
"This old street is over fifty years old. Every blue brick we step on has a number. These osmanthus trees are also protected. When they bloom, the fragrance of osmanthus fills the street. There are police patrols, and picking the flowers is prohibited."
An Xiaoyue nodded knowingly, her gaze fixed on the small villa in front of her.
The red exterior walls exude a sense of historical weight, a testament to the outstanding people and beautiful scenery of this place.
Leng Shi rang the doorbell, and from inside the courtyard came Leng Fangyi's happy voice, "It really is Uncle back, Dad, open the door quickly."
The door opened as he made that sound.
An Xiaoyue and An Jiaren grasped each other's hands simultaneously.
The two exchanged a smile, both able to see the tension in each other.
Leng Shi then turned around and took An Jiaren's hand, "Let's go home."
An Xiaoyue took the initiative to let go of her mother's hand; she couldn't accompany her for what happened next.
My mother has been away from the Leng family for many years, and she should give everyone an explanation. She can only wait.