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"Yes, he is Uncle Tong Tong's dad's brother."
Mong Si moved his lips, wanting to say that he was not Zhu Junjie's foolish brother.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Tong Tong, and his gaze swept over her before he closed his eyes.
Mong Si was someone who could keep his composure; if he didn't want to engage with someone, he would not easily speak.
Song Lan did not expect Mong Si to greet Tong Tong. She explained to Tong Tong, "Have you seen two identical children in kindergarten?"
"I have. The teacher said they are twins. Is Uncle also a twin like Dad?"
"Tong Tong is really smart."
"Why have I never seen Uncle before?"
When Tong Tong was at the Zhu Family, her parents enjoyed looking through old photos with her.
There was no trace of Mong Si in those pictures.
Tong Tong turned to look at Mong Si.
"Uncle lived abroad before; he has returned now, so you will be able to see him often from now on."
Song Lan tried to smooth things over.
"Okay." Tong Tong nodded.
After seeing Mong Si, Tong Tong's spirits were noticeably better than before, and she was willing to communicate with Song Lan.
She shifted her small body and got down from Song Lan's lap.
Song Lan bent down and released her hold; Tong Tong hesitated for a moment before approaching the bed where Mong Si lay. "Uncle..."
If Mong Si could move at that moment, he would have turned away from her.
He lay on the hospital bed pretending to be asleep.
"Uncle, are you asleep?"
Can someone who is asleep answer her?
Indeed, he was Zhu Junjie's child, just as foolish!
"Uncle is asleep; shall we come back to see him tomorrow?"
Seeing that Mong Si ignored Tong Tong, Song Lan stepped forward and hugged her.
Mong Si was someone who could not be controlled by others; Song Lan had interacted with him before and knew she could not sway his thoughts. If he did not want to communicate with Tong Tong, she couldn't force him to talk to her.
Besides, if he were an easily compromising person, he wouldn't be Mong Si.
"Alright, Mommy. We won't disturb Uncle anymore."
Tong Tong obediently replied.
"Tong Tong is good."
Song Lan turned around while holding Tong Tong, who rested her head on Song Lan's shoulder and looked at Mong Si. Mong Si slowly opened his eyes, and their gazes met. Tong Tong's eyes brightened, and she wanted to call out "Uncle," but when she saw Mong Si's cold expression, her smile faded a bit. She raised her hand and waved at Mong Si. Mong Si did not respond. Tong Tong felt a little disappointed. He was indeed not her father. Her father was gentle and joyful towards her, unlike the indifference he showed.
Tong Tong lowered her gaze and murmured softly to herself, "Uncle seems to not like Tong Tong." "Uncle is just injured and not feeling well; he isn't ignoring Tong Tong on purpose." Adult grievances do not need to involve children. "Hmm." Tong Tong obediently curled up like a little cat.
Just when Song Lan thought that Tong Tong had resolved her feelings, the sound of the door closing made Tong Tong's body tense up involuntarily, and she clung tightly to Song Lan. This was a sign of her insecurity. Song Lan held her close and gently patted her back, saying, "I'm sorry, Tong Tong. It's Mommy's fault for not protecting you well."
Tong Tong buried her face in Song Lan's neck, and as time passed, her slightly rapid breathing gradually calmed down. Song Lan gently rubbed her cheek against the sleeping Tong Tong. She wondered when her little girl would return to the state she was in before the kidnapping; every time she saw her like this, it hurt her heart anew. She hoped that time could heal everything; Song Lan knew she couldn't be anxious and could only comfort herself that everything would be alright.
Having finished washing up, Song Lan lay down beside Tong Tong on the hospital bed. She estimated that the person introduced by Luan Shan had returned to his own place, so she sent him a WeChat message to confirm his safety. The person quickly replied, and she reminded him to handle the positioning device as soon as possible to avoid bringing danger upon themselves.
He had some experience in this area and told Song Lan that he had blocked the signal of the positioning device before leaving the hospital. On his way home, he placed the device in an abandoned residential building, planning to retrieve it at the agreed time with Mong Si and attach it to a stray dog.
Song Lan replied: You are very thoughtful. I will send someone to guard that location; when the time comes, contact me in advance. The person who dared to hire someone in Hua Guo, disguising as Interpol and taking Mong Si away with weapons, was quite ruthless. He didn't succeed this time but would likely try again; perhaps he was already in Hai City now.
If he went looking for the positioning device, their people stationed there could wait for him and lock onto anyone trying to harm Mong Si. Song Lan put away her phone and looked down at the restless sleeping Tong Tong in her arms.
She leaned down and kissed Tong Tong's forehead.
She hoped that all the messy things and people would leave their lives soon, allowing them to return to a peaceful existence.
The next day.
Yank didn't have to go to training today; his biological clock had already adjusted, and he had no habit of sleeping in.
As usual, he woke up early and consciously went out for morning exercise. Just as he was about to leave the living room, he heard the sound of a door opening upstairs. He turned around and asked, "Daddy, aren't you going to take care of my little brother?"
After saying this, Yank remembered that Er Bao had already been sent to the old house, and he sighed like an adult. "Daddy, after we visit Uncle Zhu at the hospital today, can we go see Great-Grandmother and Er Bao?"
Not seeing his little brother for a day felt like three autumns; he missed him very much after just one night apart.
Soon, he would be separated from Er Bao for a long time, and his longing would accumulate like a river.
Yank's face was expressive, and Yan Wen could tell what he was thinking just by watching his changing expressions.
Yan Wen's lips curled slightly into a smile.
"Daddy, are you smiling?"
Yank was young but observant; he noticed the slight curve at the corner of Yan Wen's mouth. He straightened his face and said, "Daddy, I know Er Bao usually cries and isn't as obedient without me, but you shouldn't be this happy just because he's been sent away!"
Er Bao was still so small and had to leave Daddy and Mommy; it was quite pitiful!
"I miss Er Bao too."
Since Er Bao was born, Yan Wen had been taking care of him. He already had light sleep, but after having Er Bao, his sleep became even shallower.
Whenever there was any noise from Er Bao's side, he would wake up quickly.
If Er Bao cried, he feared disturbing Yang Jiaojiao and would immediately get up to hold him.
Over time, it became a habit for Yan Wen to wake up several times each night.
Last night, without Er Bao there, it seemed like he could still hear crying. He quickly opened his eyes and realized that when he tried to get up, Er Bao was no longer beside them.
Yang Jiaojiao was in a similar situation; she also slept lightly until it was almost dawn before she fell into a deeper sleep.
Fearing that he would worry, Yang Jiaojiao kept her eyes closed and pretended to be asleep.
Yan Wen understood Yang Jiaojiao; whether she was asleep or awake, he could sense it.
He didn't point it out.
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