The Mother of Her Child Comes Knocking

Of course, her yellow skin, black eyes, and black hair were also inherited from Zhang Han's superior genes... Ahem...

All right, seriously speaking, the only parts of Mengmeng that resembled Zhang Han were her eyebrows and earlobes. He had only discovered this after observing her for quite a while.

As for Ziyan, her earlobes were relatively thin, while Zhang Han's and Mengmeng's were both somewhat rounder and fuller.

Besides her exquisite face, Ziyan also had a body with a full chest and shapely hips—a perfect S-shaped figure.

Her "full" curves were plump and rounded, standing much firmer than they had when she first debuted, at least according to his memories. Her "shapely" curves were even more captivating, as if they possessed a kind of magic that constantly drew Zhang Han's gaze. They even made him feel like swallowing.

This woman had an even better figure and more charm after becoming a mother. Her attraction to Zhang Han was truly no small thing.

While Zhang Han sized up Ziyan, Ziyan was also sizing up Zhang Han.

Seeing the faintly lecherous look on Zhang Han's face, Ziyan felt secretly pleased.

You stubborn fool. You acted all aloof and ignored me, but you're showing your true colors now, huh!

Still, Zhang Han's neat and clean appearance made Ziyan take a second look. The last time they had met at the apartment where Zhang Han lived, his disheveled appearance had left Ziyan with no desire to speak to him. Now, his looks were the same as five years ago, but the carefree charm about him had vanished. In its place were maturity, stability, and a faint hint of casualness.

With Ziyan's discerning eye, she preferred the Zhang Han of today to the crude and overbearing man he had been five years ago!

Hmph, who likes him!

Ziyan snorted inwardly.

The two stared at each other, and for a moment neither spoke, making the atmosphere slightly awkward.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Ziyan blinked her clear, beautiful eyes, which were a size larger than usual, giving him a subtle reminder.

It would have been fine if Zhang Han had said something pleasant. But now he would not even speak. She had traveled overnight from Hong Kong to Shangjing and then rushed back from Shangjing, enduring all that hardship because of Zhang Han, and he could not even say he was sorry!

"What am I supposed to say?" Zhang Han replied.

Ziyan grew even angrier and was deeply disappointed in Zhang Han.

She stood up angrily and said, "Forget it. There's nothing to say to you. I'm going to get Emily."

"Wait!" Zhang Han hurriedly rose and reached Ziyan in three strides.

Given his temper, he had originally wanted to say directly, "Mengmeng is my daughter. She's staying with me from now on!"

But when the words reached his lips, Zhang Han could not say them. He was not stupid, after all. He knew that if he said such a thing, the woman before him would instantly become a tigress!

So Zhang Han spoke in a negotiating tone:

"Ahem... Didn't you say Mengmeng could play with me for a week? It's only the fifth day."

"Mengmeng is mine. I can do whatever I want with her. What's it to you?" Ziyan declared her ownership, then suddenly realized she had misspoken. "Peh-peh-peh, I mean Emily."

After saying that, Ziyan ignored Zhang Han, opened the bedroom door, and walked inside.

"Mommy?" Mengmeng heard the voices and drowsily opened her eyes. When she saw her mother before her, the Little Princess was overjoyed.

After five days apart, Ziyan had missed the Little Princess terribly as well. She sat on the edge of the bed and gently pulled Mengmeng into her arms.

At that moment, Ziyan's expression was warm, radiating the glow of maternal love. Her voice was more than a hundred times gentler than when she spoke to Zhang Han. "Baby, did you miss Mommy?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." Mengmeng answered happily, puckering her little lips to kiss Ziyan's cheek.

Seeing the light makeup on Ziyan's face, Zhang Han was just about to remind her, "Stop kissing her, or you'll get foundation all over your face!"

But the words remained unsaid. Perhaps he could not bear to interrupt such a warm scene.

Mengmeng did not completely belong to him now. She had her mother, and that mother was about to take her away.

Sigh...

Zhang Han felt reluctant and let out a soft sigh.

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

"All right, let's go home." Mengmeng happily raised both hands.

She still missed all the fluffy toys at home.

However, it was only after she had gotten dressed and Ziyan was dragging a suitcase with her left hand and carrying Mengmeng in her right as they headed for the door that Mengmeng realized something:

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

"Your daddy... still has things to do, so Mommy came to pick you up," Ziyan said, thinking quickly as she shifted the blame.

Hearing this, Zhang Han's lips moved. He wanted to say, "I have nothing to do! Let Mengmeng stay!"

But that was not the truth. Even if Ziyan had said nothing, Zhang Han did indeed have things to take care of.

When Mengmeng heard that Zhang Han was not going home with them, her clear eyes filled with tears in an instant.

"Waaah... no... I want Daddy... to come..."

Mengmeng squirmed in her mother's arms, crying pitifully as she stretched out her little arms toward her father, begging to be held.

Zhang Han's heart trembled slightly. He hurried forward and took Mengmeng into his arms, comforting her.

A father comforting his daughter should have been a heartwarming scene, but Ziyan felt rather unhappy.

It had only been five days! She was already this close to her father. If more time passed, would she still be able to take her away?

Ziyan felt as if this were a dangerous signal. She would never allow anyone to steal her daughter away! Thus, she glared at Zhang Han threateningly.

Zhang Han shook his head helplessly and comforted her, "Mengmeng, Daddy really does have something to do. These next few days, Daddy has to look for a piece of land and build a paradise for my adorable Mengmeng. That way, Mengmeng can always stay with Daddy... and Mommy too."

"Really?"

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

"Then... then what will be in that paradise? Will there be cute dolls?" Mengmeng stopped crying, tears still glistening at the corners of her eyes. She looked so pitiful and endearing.

Zhang Han wiped away the tears from the corners of Mengmeng's eyes and smiled. "There won't just be dolls. There'll also be a big house, cute dogs, pretty cats, lots and lots of pets to play with you, plenty of delicious green food, and many fun places."

"Wow! Dogs, cats! Mengmeng likes them!" Mengmeng said longingly.

"I'm glad you like them. That's why Daddy really has something to do. When I'm finished, I'll come pick you up, all right...?"

After watching Zhang Han coax Mengmeng into calming down with just a few words, Ziyan sighed in relief, then snorted inwardly.

Sweet talk. He's really good at fooling children!

Still, this was the first time Ziyan had seen Zhang Han's gentle side. From his smile, she could not see any trace of the stiff stubbornness he had displayed when they argued a few days ago.

"All right, Emily, say bye-bye to Daddy. We have to go," Ziyan said, taking the Little Princess back into her arms.

"Bye-bye, Daddy." Even so, the Little Princess waved reluctantly.

"I'll see you out."

Zhang Han silently picked up the somewhat heavy luggage.

After leaving the room, Zhang Han looked at the gloomy Mengmeng, rubbed her little head with a smile, and said:

"From now on, Mengmeng, remember to call me Dad-dy, not 'Ba-ba.' It has four tones, not three."

"Baba?" Mengmeng was still young and could not pronounce things clearly. Besides, she had been born and raised in North America, spoke fluent English, and had only just begun learning Mandarin, so she had not mastered it yet.

"No." Zhang Han wore a strange expression. "The 'baba' you said means feces, poop. Does Daddy look like poop to you?"

Faced with Zhang Han's bizarre expression, the Little Princess giggled.

"I think he kind of does." Ziyan deeply agreed and said with a laugh, "Baby, from now on, call him 'Poopy.' No, no—call him Stinky Poopy."

"Hehehe... Stinky Poopy, stinky Poopy..."

Amid the laughter, the group arrived downstairs.

When it was time to leave, the little girl was still reluctant. She asked pitifully, "Mommy, when can I see Poopy?"

"When he's finished with his work," Ziyan replied casually.

"Then when will you finish, Poopy?" Mengmeng asked.

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

But in the end, he said, "Daddy will be done very soon. I'll come pick you up when I'm finished. Be a good girl at home."

"Mengmeng will be a very, very good girl."

After getting into the car, Mengmeng stood beside the rear passenger window. Zhang Han could not help reminding her, "Mengmeng! Remember the name Daddy gave you. You can't keep using a foreigner's name!"

That reminder earned him an exasperated eye roll from Ziyan.

"I know..." Mengmeng answered in her crisp little voice.

The car started and gradually drove away into the distance. Zhang Han stood where he was, his gaze slightly dazed. Only after the car disappeared from sight did he let out a soft sigh and turn back toward the hotel.

"Oh? That guy gave Emily a name?" Zhou Fei, who was driving, snorted softly.

The last time she had accompanied Ziyan in Shangjing, she had met Zhang Han for the first time. After witnessing the argument between Zhang Han and Ziyan, Zhou Fei had already labeled Zhang Han a scumbag.

A down-and-out scumbag with little ability and a bad temper, at that!

"He's very stubborn. He was pretty unhappy when he heard the name Emily. He said that since his surname was Zhang, Emily had to have the surname Zhang too." Ziyan complained.

Back when she gave birth to the Little Princess and chose her name, she had subconsciously picked Emily as a nickname. Perhaps, deep down, she had imagined building a family with the child's biological father. But after interacting with him later, she had been deeply disappointed, and that sliver of fantasy had been shattered.

"That guy is thinking way too much, isn't he?" Zhou Fei said with slight disdain.

"Mhm!" Mengmeng was unhappy when she heard that. She shouted, "Stinky Auntie Fei Fei, you're not allowed to say bad things about Poopy!"

The sight left Ziyan slightly surprised.

Mengmeng had never shouted so loudly before! What was going on now?

Zhou Fei's expression froze, and she said helplessly:

"Fine, I won't talk about him, all right? Emily, how did you become so unfeminine after living with him for a few days?"

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

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

"My name is... Zhang Yumeng... Mengmeng... Mengmengmeng!" The Little Princess adorably held out her little palm.

"Hah! Who would have thought that such a big, burly man could come up with such a feminine name?" Zhou Fei said with a faint smile and shook her head.