The Child's Mother Arrives

Of course, yellow skin, black eyes, and black hair were inherited from Zhang Han's excellent genes... uh...

Alright, honestly, the only things Mengmeng and Zhang Han had in common were their eyebrows and earlobes, which Zhang Han only discovered after observing for quite some time.

Looking at Ziyan, her earlobes were thinner, while Zhang Han's and Mengmeng's were slightly rounder.

Besides her exquisite face, Ziyan also had a curvaceous, S-shaped, devilish figure.

The 'curvy' parts were full and rounded, much more prominent than he remembered from when she first debuted. The 'devilish' parts were even more captivating, possessing a kind of magic that always drew Zhang Han's gaze, even making him want to swallow.

This woman's figure had only improved after becoming a mother, and she exuded even more charm. She was quite attractive to Zhang Han.

As Zhang Han appraised Ziyan, Ziyan was also appraising him.

Seeing the slightly lecherous expression on Zhang Han's face, Ziyan felt a hidden sense of triumph.

Stubborn fool, you ignored me and acted all cool and aloof, and now your true colors are showing, Hmph!

However, Zhang Han's neat and tidy appearance also earned Ziyan a second glance. The last time they met at Zhang Han's apartment, his slovenly state had dampened Ziyan's enthusiasm for conversation. Now, his appearance was the same as five years ago, but the dashing charm had vanished, replaced by maturity, stability, and a subtle sense of casualness.

In Ziyan's opinion, she preferred the current Zhang Han over the rude and boorish man from five years ago!

Tch, who likes him!

Ziyan scoffed inwardly.

The two stared at each other, neither speaking for a moment, creating a slightly awkward atmosphere.

"Don't you want to say anything?" Ziyan blinked her large, clear, beautiful eyes, with a hint of reminder.

If Zhang Han had said something nice, it would have been fine. But now he wasn't even talking. She had traveled from Hong Kong to Shangjing overnight and then rushed back, all because of Zhang Han, yet he wouldn't even say a word of apology!

"Say what." Zhang Han replied.

Ziyan became even angrier, feeling very disappointed in Zhang Han.

She stood up abruptly and said indignantly, "Forget it, there's nothing to say to you. I'm going to pick up Emily."

"Wait!" Hearing this, Zhang Han quickly stood up and rushed to Ziyan.

Normally, he would have directly said, 'Mengmeng is my daughter, she's staying with me from now on!'

But the words wouldn't come out. Of course, he wasn't stupid; he knew that if he said that, the woman before him would instantly turn into a tigress!

So, Zhang Han spoke in a pleading tone:

"Uh... didn't you say you'd let Mengmeng play with me for a week? It's only the fifth day."

"Mengmeng is mine, I'll do as I please, what's it to you?" Ziyan declared her ownership, then suddenly realized her slip of the tongue: "Pfft, I mean Emily."

Without waiting for Zhang Han's response, Ziyan opened the bedroom door and walked in.

"Mama?" Mengmeng heard the voices and groggily opened her eyes. Seeing her mother appear, the Little Princess was overjoyed.

After five days apart, Ziyan had also missed her daughter dearly. She sat by the bed and gently pulled Mengmeng into her arms.

Ziyan's expression was warm now, radiating maternal love. Her voice was a hundred times softer than when she spoke to Zhang Han: "Baby, did you miss Mama?"

"Miss, miss..." Mengmeng said happily, puckering her lips and kissing Ziyan's cheek.

Zhang Han looked at the light makeup Ziyan was wearing and was about to remind her, "Don't kiss, you'll get foundation all over your mouth!"

But again, the words wouldn't come out. Perhaps it was because he couldn't bear to interrupt such a warm scene.

Mengmeng didn't entirely belong to him now. She had her mother, the very mother who was about to take her away.

Sigh...

Zhang Han felt a pang of reluctance and sighed softly.

"Mama's here to pick you up, Auntie Feifei is waiting downstairs. Let's get dressed and go home," Ziyan said with a smile.

"Okay, go home," Mengmeng said happily, raising her hands.

She really missed the fluffy toys at home.

However, after getting dressed, as Ziyan walked towards the door with luggage in her left hand and Mengmeng in her right, Mengmeng suddenly realized:

"Mama, wait, Daddy hasn't gotten dressed yet."

"Your Daddy... he's busy with something else, that's why Mama came to pick you up," Ziyan said, shifting the blame after a moment's thought.

Hearing this, Zhang Han's lips moved, wanting to say, "I'm fine! Let Mengmeng stay!"

But the truth was, even if Ziyan hadn't said it, Zhang Han did have things to do.

Upon hearing that Zhang Han wasn't coming along, Mengmeng's clear, big eyes instantly filled with tears.

"Wuwu... No... I want Daddy... to come too..."

Mengmeng squirmed in her mother's arms, crying profusely, reaching out her little arms to her father for a hug.

Zhang Han's heart ached slightly. He quickly stepped forward and took Mengmeng into his arms to comfort her.

It was a heartwarming scene of a father comforting his daughter, but Ziyan felt a bit uneasy.

It had only been five days! And she was already so close to her father. If this went on for longer, would she still be able to take her away?

Ziyan felt this was a dangerous signal. She would not allow her daughter to be snatched away by anyone! With that, she glared threateningly at Zhang Han.

Zhang Han shook his head helplessly and comforted her, "Mengmeng, Daddy really has something to do. I need to find a territory these days to build a paradise for my cute Mengmeng. That way, Mengmeng can always be with Daddy... and Mommy."

"Really?"

"Of course, Daddy will never lie to you," Zhang Han said with a light chuckle.

"Then... what's in the paradise? Are there cute dolls?" Mengmeng stopped crying, tears still in her eyes, looking utterly pitiable.

Zhang Han wiped away the tears from Mengmeng's eyes and smiled, "Not only dolls, but also big houses, cute puppies, beautiful cats, lots of pets to play with you, and lots of delicious green food, and many fun places."

"Wow! Puppies, kitties, Mengmeng likes them!" Mengmeng said with great longing.

"I'm glad you like them, so Daddy really has something to do. I'll come pick you up when I'm done, okay..."

Seeing Zhang Han coax Mengmeng so easily, Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief, but also snorted inwardly:

"Sweet talk, you really know how to fool a child!"

However, this was the first time Ziyan had seen such a gentle side of Zhang Han. His smile showed none of the stubbornness and inflexibility he had during their argument a few days ago.

"Alright, Emily, say goodbye to your dad, we're leaving." Ziyan hugged the Little Princess back into her arms.

"Bye-bye, Ba-ba (accent)." Even so, the Little Princess still waved her hand reluctantly.

"I'll see you off."

Zhang Han silently picked up the slightly heavy luggage.

After walking out the door, seeing Mengmeng looking unhappy, Zhang Han smiled and patted her head, saying, "Mengmeng, from now on, you call me 'Ba-ba', not the third tone, but the fourth tone."

"Ba-ba?" Mengmeng was still young, her pronunciation unclear. Moreover, having been born and raised in North America, she was fluent in English but had only recently started learning Chinese, and her grasp of it was not yet precise.

"No," Zhang Han said with a strange expression, "The 'baba' you said means poop, feces. Do I look like poop?"

Faced with Zhang Han's funny face, the Little Princess giggled.

"I think it looks quite similar," Ziyan said with a smile, agreeing wholeheartedly. "Baby, you'll call him 'baba' from now on, no, no, call him 'stinky baba'."

"Hee hee hee... stinky baba, smelly baba..."

Amidst laughter and joy, they arrived downstairs.

When it was time to leave, the little girl was still reluctant and asked pitifully, "Mama, when can I see Baba?"

"When he's done with his business," Ziyan replied casually.

"Then Baba, when will you be done?" Mengmeng asked.

Hearing the question, Zhang Han wanted to say, "Daddy isn't busy."

But he ended up saying, "Daddy will be done very, very soon. I'll come pick you up when I'm done. Be good at home."

"Mengmeng is a very, very good girl."

After getting into the car, Mengmeng stood by the rear window. Zhang Han couldn't help but remind her, "Mengmeng! Remember the name Daddy gave you, don't use a foreigner's name."

This reminder earned Ziyan an exasperated eye-roll.

"Got it..." Mengmeng replied crisply.

The car started and gradually drove away. Zhang Han stood in place, his gaze slightly dazed. Only after the car disappeared from sight did he sigh and turn back to the hotel.

"Oh, that guy named Emily?" Zhou Fei said with a huff as she drove.

Having met Ziyan and Zhang Han for the first time in Shangjing, the argument between Zhang Han and Ziyan had already positioned Zhou Fei as a scumbag.

And not just any scumbag, but a down-and-out one with a small temper!

"He's very stubborn. He was quite unhappy when he heard the name Emily, saying that since his surname is Zhang, Emily must also have the surname Zhang," Ziyan said irritably.

When she gave birth to the Little Princess years ago, she had subconsciously given her the nickname Emily, perhaps harboring a fantasy of starting a family with the child's biological father. But after subsequent interactions, she was greatly disappointed, and that sliver of fantasy was shattered.

"That guy thinks too much, doesn't he?" Zhou Fei's tone was slightly disdainful.

"Uh-huh!" Mengmeng was unhappy upon hearing this and said loudly, "Auntie Feifei, you're not allowed to say bad things about Baba!"

This scene surprised Ziyan slightly.

The Mengmeng of the past would never have shouted so loudly! What was going on now?

Zhou Fei's expression froze, and she said helplessly, "Fine, I won't say it. Emily, you stayed with him for a few days, how did you learn to be so ungentle?"

"I, I'm not called Emily," Mengmeng said.

"Then what's your name?" Zhou Fei asked with a smile.

"My name is... Zhang Yumeng... Mengmeng... Mengmengmeng!" The Little Princess said, extending her small hand adorably.

"Heh! So that burly guy can even come up with a very feminine name," Zhou Fei chuckled and shook her head.