Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

The plane had just landed and come to a stop when Zhao Gushen quickly connected his phone to the internet.

He immediately saw the message from Ye Fei.

Zhao Gushen looked at his phone and couldn’t help but smile.

When chatting with Ye Fei previously, she never asked when he would return.

Zhao Gushen thought Ye Fei didn’t miss him.

He even wondered whether he wasn’t traveling enough for work and if his trips were too short.

Spending so much time at home had made him feel less valuable in Ye Fei’s eyes.

He even worried that Ye Fei had become aesthetically fatigued with him, leading to no reaction when he was finally on a longer trip.

Due to the time difference, their conversations weren’t as immediate as before. Responses were delayed.

Often she’d inquire, but by the time he sees it, time had passed.

Hence, it was impossible to chat as before.

They’d leave messages for each other and reply when seen.

Both of them did this.

During this period, Ye Fei didn’t say anything about missing him.

Zhao Gushen once joked to himself, wondering if they had quickly entered an old married couple’s mode.

Zhao Gushen even took several selfies, optically using the original camera.

Looking at the selfies, he felt he was still handsome, and his looks hadn’t diminished.

However, he dared not send the photos to Ye Fei to ask.

What if Ye Fei really was tired of his looks, and seeing his photos made her miss him even less?

Besides times contending with foreigners, most of Zhao Gushen’s thoughts were occupied by such musings.

Unexpectedly, upon landing, he saw the message.

It turned out Ye Fei did miss him.

Perhaps she wanted to say it earlier but refrained.

Zhao Gushen was delighted as he read Ye Fei’s message.

Because it was late-night on his return, and after a ten-hour flight with jet lag, all passengers, whether in first or economy class, showed signs of fatigue on their faces.

Sleeping on the plane was uncomfortable.

Now everyone was in a rush to get home or to a hotel, eager to rest in a bed as soon as possible.

No one noticed one another.

"President." Seeing Zhao Gushen, Qiu Xingwen hurried over and took Zhao Gushen’s suitcase, accompanying him to the parking lot.

Zhao Gushen didn’t reply to Ye Fei; he planned to surprise her.

Yet, on the whole way, he kept an eye on Ye Fei’s messages without missing a beat.

Fortunately, there were hardly any cars on the road late at night, and no people at all.

The traffic lights changed slowly.

As such, they arrived at the old house in fifty minutes.

Qiu Xingwen quietly retrieved the luggage from the trunk.

"You drive back first; pick me up tomorrow morning," Zhao Gushen said.

"Yes." So Qiu Xingwen drove away in Zhao Gushen’s car.

Outside the door, Zhao Gushen pressed the keypad for the entry code.

Before, he didn’t have the code because the old lady deemed him unworthy.

The old lady’s exact words were, "Single, unworthy of knowing the household code."

After marriage, the elders hoped the family would visit frequently, preferably stay at the old house more often.

Thus, in love with the house by association, they shared the code with Zhao Gushen and Ye Fei.

Now when Zhao Gushen returned to the old house, he no longer needed to ring the bell; he could enter directly.

At night, everyone in the old house was asleep.

Zhao Gushen quietly dragged his suitcase inside.

Walking the path, the style of the ancient house lent a somewhat eerie atmosphere at night.

Especially since the lights were off.

Moonlight sprinkled on the garden rockery, casting crooked shadows on the ground, heightening the eeriness.

However, growing up there made Zhao Gushen accustomed to it.

Plus, the old house had the Xie family reinforcing its charm.

Though nothing seemed out of the ordinary on the surface.

It emitted a sense of righteousness.

So even if the shadows looked intimidating.

It didn’t actually induce fear.

Walking through, there remained a sense of peace.

This was the power planted by the Xie family.

Zhao Gushen quickly reached his and Ye Fei’s courtyard.

No need to ask—Ye Fei was certainly there.

The little one lived next door, connected to their courtyard.

A moon gate in the wall facilitated their coming and going.

Yet, Zhao Gushen had no intention of checking on his son.

After being away for so many days, although he occasionally missed the little one.

The first person he wanted to see was definitely Ye Fei.

Zhao Gushen left the suitcase in the outer room.

Worried dragging it in might wake Ye Fei.

Even though he’d disturb her waking up soon anyway.

Zhao Gushen navigated the room in the dark.

It was summer, but tonight was quite cool, so Ye Fei hadn’t turned on the air conditioning.

Keeping it on constantly wasn’t good.

Saving electricity wasn’t the concern.

Simply put, extensive use was unhealthy.

On a larger scale, it caused environmental pollution, bad for the climate.

So when the night was cool, Ye Fei slept with the window open.

A broad mosquito net draped over the bed, and a slight breeze blew in.

Outside, cicadas chirped, and leaves rustled in the cool breeze.

Ye Fei loved such summer nights.

A feel not captured by closed-off, air-conditioned confines.

It also made it easier for Zhao Gushen to see Ye Fei through the moonlight pouring in.

Through the mosquito net, he could only see Ye Fei’s silhouette.

By day, he could certainly see her face clearly.

But now, due to the lighting, it was unclear.

Zhao Gushen gently opened the mosquito net enough to fit through.

Once inside, he immediately closed it back.

Then he leaned on his elbow beside Ye Fei, silently watching her.

After being apart for days, he found simply watching her so satisfying.

Even asleep, one can sense if someone watches them closely.

Ye Fei felt it, opening her eyes.

She’d been sleeping facing the window, back to Zhao Gushen.

Feeling something behind, she turned to look.

Having just woken from a deep sleep, her vision wasn’t as sharp as Zhao Gushen’s, catching only a sudden figure.

Startled, she almost screamed.

Ye Fei never worried about security in the old house.

With Hidden Guards from Lanshan Courtyard protecting it.

It’s safer than anywhere.

Only the sudden proximity of a figure scared her initially.

Zhao Gushen hurriedly covered Ye Fei’s mouth, "Xiao Fei, it’s me."

Upon hearing Zhao Gushen’s voice, Ye Fei’s heart settled.

Becoming truly awake, she recognized the familiar scent from Zhao Gushen.