Ziyan's Thoughts

"This is called a Thunder Sun Tree," Zhang Han introduced simply.

"Thunder Sun Tree? I've never heard of it," Ziyan asked, confused.

"Let's go up and take a look," Zhang Han didn't answer, carrying Mengmeng forward.

Arriving under the Thunder Sun Tree, the view here was incredibly vast.

They could see the ocean in the distance, even the beach of New Moon Bay clearly, and the city lights of New Moon Bay at night, so beautiful it was dazzling.

Up close, they discovered the beauty of this area: a circular clearing, almost entirely covered in green lawn, with several ponds of varying sizes reflecting the bright moon behind it.

"This place is so beautiful!"

Ziyan praised sincerely.

Zhang Han smiled slightly, not answering. This was New Moon Mountain at night; if they came during the day, the scenery would be much more spectacular.

"Wow, Daddy, Mommy, look over there, there are so many little houses," Mengmeng said, pointing towards the back of the mountain.

"Huh? The tops of the little houses seem to be covered in leaves," Ziyan stared at the little houses, unable to see clearly in the dark.

"Let's go take a look," Zhang Han smiled, saying with a hint of pride, "How is it, Mengmeng? Do you like the paradise Dad built for you?"

"It's pretty, pretty! So pretty! Mengmeng likes it, Daddy is so good," Mengmeng clapped her hands happily, pouting her lips and kissing Zhang Han's cheek.

"Hahaha…" Zhang Han laughed heartily, leading the way towards the back of the mountain, saying, "This isn't finished yet. It'll be even more beautiful in the future. That'll be the real paradise. Dad will build some big houses on the mountaintop and raise some pets for you to play with…"

Ziyan, following behind, watched this scene, her gaze slightly dazed.

Zhang Han has changed.

Ziyan murmured to herself. She had paid attention to Zhang Han over the past five years and knew some of his news. She never expected that bringing Mengmeng back would cause such a huge change in him.

He left Shangjing, and actually created this paradise. And he'd only been in Hong Kong for a few days?

This thoughtfulness, this love for Mengmeng, made Ziyan's heart feel complex yet deeply moved.

Mengmeng is also more cheerful than before.

One could tell from Mengmeng's smile. Ziyan had to admit that children truly needed paternal love. Children who grew up in single-parent families were indeed pitiful. Lacking either paternal or maternal love was a regret. Only a complete and happy family could provide the best upbringing for a child, regardless of wealth or poverty.

"Wow, they're real leaves, Mommy, come quickly, come and touch them."

Mengmeng's call pulled Ziyan back from her thoughts.

"Real leaves?" Ziyan blinked slightly, walked forward, and touched the leaves on the exquisite little houses.

"How did you make these?" Ziyan looked at Zhang Han, puzzled.

"We built them," Zhang Han replied with a faint smile.

Built them…

Ziyan was stunned again. How long had it taken him to create these neat rows of leaves?

"Mengmeng, this one is for the little dogs and cats and other pets. Those smaller houses are for the chickens, ducks, and geese. The bigger ones are for pigs and sheep, and the even bigger ones are for the cows. These small ponds are where they drink and swim. That large pond over there is…" Zhang Han began to explain to Mengmeng.

Mengmeng was overjoyed after listening, anticipating the scene of many little animals in the yard in the future.

Ziyan, meanwhile, remained silent beside them.

Everything Zhang Han had done was incredibly thoughtful. There was even a planting area over there, where he intended to grow rice and wheat himself.

He was right; he truly wanted to make pure, green, nutritious meals for Mengmeng, and he truly wanted to take good care of her.

Ziyan cared deeply about Mengmeng's healthy growth, so she was already somewhat inclined to let Mengmeng stay with Zhang Han temporarily.

So, she thought for a moment and asked, "You don't have a place to stay either. Where will Mengmeng live with you?"

"Of course, I have a place to live!" Zhang Han knew that to have Mengmeng with him, he first had to convince Ziyan. So, he said in a gentle tone, "I'll take you to see it. Mengmeng, it's getting late, we need to go back. We can only come here to live after it's completely built."

"Mm…" Mengmeng pouted and nodded. She looked at Xiao Hei, who was wandering nearby, and said in a milky voice, "Xiao Hei, bye-bye Xiao Hei."

"Woof woof woof…"

Xiao Hei let out a few low barks, wagging his big tail and escorting them to the edge of the jungle before turning back.

Ziyan and Mengmeng sat in the back seat. Mengmeng was getting sleepy and lay down in the back seat, falling asleep with a snore.

Zhang Han drove towards a restaurant in New Moon Bay.

"Huh? That's not right!" Ziyan suddenly widened her eyes and said, "Zhang Han, you lied to me again!"

"How did I lie to you?" Zhang Han's expression froze.

This woman was silent, but when she spoke, it was astonishing!

"Wasn't that New Moon Mountain just now? How could you put so many things up there? Hmph! And you did it in just a few days? I think you just found a random place to fool us and wanted to snatch Mengmeng away from me!" Ziyan said with ill intent.

"I'm truly impressed by your imagination," Zhang Han glanced at Ziyan in the rearview mirror, took out a stack of documents from the glove compartment, and handed them over, saying, "Take a look yourself. I rented this New Moon Mountain!"

Ziyan took it and flipped through it casually. She found out that he had indeed rented it.

So she… glared at Zhang Han irritably.

So he rented it! Why did he have to speak so stiffly? Stubborn old fool!

Ziyan felt a bit displeased with Zhang Han. Why was he so gentle with Mengmeng but always spoke so stiffly to her?

There's no harm without comparison.

Driving all the way to the restaurant entrance, Zhang Han pouted at the interior and said, "This is the place I rented. It'll be renovated in less than a week. The materials are all eco-friendly, so you can move in right away. There's too much dust inside, so let's not go in."

"A storefront?" Ziyan asked. "You're planning to open a restaurant?"

"Something like that."

"You're renting a storefront and a mountain? Where did you get so much money?" Ziyan furrowed her brow slightly.

She had seen the contract for renting the mountain, which cost ten million, and she estimated this storefront would cost at least three million. That's over ten million in total.

"I sold the house in Zhukeng District," Zhang Han said calmly.

"Sold the house?" Ziyan was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised.

"Mm," Zhang Han nodded and asked, "Where do you live?"

"Cloud Sound Garden on Mingguang Street in the East District," Ziyan replied.

Zhang Han immediately turned the car towards the East District. They drove in silence until they reached the East District. Zhang Han turned on the navigation and drove through various turns until they arrived at Cloud Sound Garden.

Arriving downstairs, Ziyan gently picked up Mengmeng.

Mengmeng stirred and sleepily opened her eyes.

"Where's Daddy?" Mengmeng asked, looking around groggily and with a hint of nervousness.

Seeing Zhang Han get out of the car and open the door, Mengmeng stretched out her little arms and weakly said, "Daddy, hug me."

Zhang Han reached out and held Mengmeng in his arms, then followed Ziyan to the elevator entrance.

"Alright, Daddy will only take you this far. Once the restaurant is renovated, Daddy will come pick you up," Zhang Han said, kissing Mengmeng's adorable face. He then handed Mengmeng to Ziyan.

"Huh?" Mengmeng froze for a moment, realizing then that her Daddy was only dropping them off and wasn't coming upstairs with them.

"Wuwu... No... Daddy, don't go..." Mengmeng pouted and started crying.

"It's okay, Mengmeng. Didn't your Daddy say he'll come play with you in a few days? Be good," Ziyan comforted her softly.

But no matter how much she tried to coax her, Mengmeng kept crying and struggled fiercely in Ziyan's arms.

When the Little Princess started throwing a tantrum, Ziyan's arms began to ache after two minutes. She then put Mengmeng into Zhang Han's arms and said irritably, "Fine, fine! You can go upstairs with your Daddy, okay? Stop crying, Mengmeng. Mommy promises, alright?"

Mengmeng hugged Zhang Han's neck, resting her head on it. Hearing Ziyan's words, she gradually stopped crying and said pitifully, "Daddy, you can't leave. You have to stay with Mengmeng."

Zhang Han sighed inwardly.

Normally, with his somewhat chauvinistic nature, he wouldn't have stayed at Ziyan's place so unexpectedly. But seeing Mengmeng's pitiable and adorable expression, Zhang Han couldn't bear to refuse.

"Daddy will stay with you, I'm not leaving," Zhang Han said with a smile, gently patting Mengmeng's back.

He followed Ziyan into the elevator. After swiping the elevator card, the button for the twelfth floor lit up.

This building only had seventeen floors. Because it was a duplex and the ceiling height was quite high, it was taller than a typical 35-story building.

The elevator hall had two elevators for two units per floor, meaning each unit had two elevators. There were only two households on each floor, making access very convenient without much waiting.

Arriving on the twenty-first floor, Ziyan opened the door and handed Zhang Han a pair of disposable slippers.

This was usually given to guests, used and then thrown away, which guests found hygienic. As for Zhang Han, he was only half a guest; the other half was, of course, Mengmeng's father.

At this moment, Ziyan's heart felt a little complicated. Bringing Zhang Han into her home felt a bit awkward.

"Young Lady is back," Wang Juan said with a smile as she walked over.

"Mm," Ziyan nodded.

"And this gentleman is..." Wang Juan hesitated and asked.

"He..." Ziyan was a little shy for a moment, not quite knowing how to introduce Zhang Han's identity.

She might have been shy, but the Little Princess was not. Mengmeng joyfully said in her milky voice, "He's my Daddy!"

"His name is Zhang Han," Ziyan introduced softly.

"Ah, ah, ah," Wang Juan was startled, then smiled and quickly greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Zhang."

"Mm."

Zhang Han nodded, holding Mengmeng as he walked into the living room and looked around.

The decoration style was quite unique, similar to the villa Zhang Han had liked at the real estate agency.

It was a modern minimalist style, slightly leaning towards cozy, mostly in white and blue-green tones.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a surprised scream came from upstairs.

Zhou Fei slowly walked down from the second floor. Seeing Zhang Han, she was genuinely stunned. She exclaimed, "My heavens, what a rare guest! Can the ill-tempered, down-and-out young master really grace my humble abode?"

Zhang Han had angered Ziyan quite a bit last time. Zhou Fei had witnessed it and remembered Zhang Han, so she couldn't resist mocking him a couple of times upon seeing him.