Ziyan's Thoughts

"This is called a Thunder Sun Tree," Zhang Han briefly explained.

"A Thunder Sun Tree? How come I've never heard of that name?" Ziyan asked doubtfully.

"Let's go up and take a look." Zhang Han didn't answer. He carried Mengmeng and walked forward.

When they reached the foot of the Thunder Sun Tree, the view there was incredibly broad.

They could look out over the sea. They could even see the beach at New Moon Bay clearly, along with the city beneath New Moon Bay's nighttime sky. The sight was dazzlingly beautiful.

Up close, they discovered that this area was even more beautiful: a circular clearing covered almost entirely in green grass, with several ponds of different sizes behind it, reflecting the bright moon.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!"

Ziyan praised it sincerely.

Zhang Han smiled faintly without answering. This was New Moon Mountain at night. If they came during the day, it would be far more scenic.

"Whoa, Daddy, Mommy, look over there! There are so many little houses." Mengmeng pointed toward the back of the mountain.

"Huh? It looks like they're all covered with leaves." Ziyan stared at the little houses. Since it was nighttime, she couldn't make them out clearly.

"Let's go over and take a look." Zhang Han smiled and said, a little proudly, "What do you think, Mengmeng? Does the paradise your daddy built for you look nice?"

"Nice, nice! It's really pretty! Mengmeng likes it. Daddy is the best." Mengmeng happily clapped her hands, puckered her lips, and kissed Zhang Han on the cheek.

"Hahaha..." Zhang Han laughed heartily and led the way toward the back of the mountain. "This isn't finished yet. It'll be even prettier in the future. Then it'll be a true paradise. Daddy will build several big houses on the mountaintop, and raise some pets behind them to keep you company..."

Following behind, Ziyan watched the scene with a slightly dazed look.

Zhang Han has changed.

Ziyan murmured inwardly. Over the past five years, she had paid attention to Zhang Han and knew about some of the things he had done. She never expected that bringing Mengmeng back would cause Zhang Han to change so much.

Not only had he left Shangjing, he had actually created this paradise. And he had only been in Hong Kong for a few days.

The thought he had put into this, and the love he had for Mengmeng, left Ziyan feeling complicated yet deeply moved.

Mengmeng is more cheerful than before, too.

It was obvious from Mengmeng's smile. Moreover, Ziyan had to admit that children truly needed a father's love. Children raised in single-parent families were indeed somewhat pitiful. A lack of either a father's or mother's love was a regret. Only a complete and happy family could give a child the best environment to grow up in, whether they were rich or poor.

"Wow, they're real leaves! Mommy, come here quickly! Come touch them!"

Mengmeng's call brought Ziyan back to her senses.

"Real leaves?" Ziyan was slightly stunned. She walked over and touched the leaves covering the exquisite little house.

"How did you make this?" Ziyan looked at Zhang Han in confusion.

"I built it," Zhang Han answered with a faint smile.

Built it...

Ziyan froze again. How long had it taken him to arrange all these neat layers of leaves?

"Mengmeng, this area is for little houses for dogs, cats, and the other pets. Those smaller houses are for the chickens, ducks, and geese. The slightly larger ones are for the pigs and sheep, and the even larger one is for the cows. These little ponds are where they'll drink and swim. That large pond over there is..." Zhang Han began introducing everything to Mengmeng.

Mengmeng was thrilled after hearing it all, eagerly anticipating the scene of many little animals living in the yard in the future.

Ziyan, meanwhile, remained silent at the side.

Everything Zhang Han had done was so thoughtful. There was even a planting area over there. He intended to grow rice and wheat himself.

He had been right. He truly wanted to make pure, nutritious, organic food for Mengmeng, and he genuinely wanted to take good care of her.

Ziyan cared deeply about Mengmeng's healthy growth, so by this point, she was already somewhat willing to let Mengmeng stay with Zhang Han for the time being.

After thinking for a moment, she asked, "You don't even have a place to stay. If Mengmeng comes here, where will she live?"

"Of course I have a place to stay!" Zhang Han knew that he first had to convince Ziyan to let Mengmeng stay with him, so he spoke in a very gentle tone. "I'll take you to see it. Mengmeng, it's getting late. We have to go back. We can't live here until it's completely built."

"Mm..." Mengmeng pouted and nodded. Looking at Xiao Hei, who was wandering nearby, she said in a childish voice, "Bye-bye, Xiao Hei."

"Woof, woof, woof..."

Xiao Hei gave several deep barks and wagged his large tail. He saw them off until the edge of the woods before turning around and heading back.

Ziyan and Mengmeng sat in the back seat. Mengmeng was getting sleepy, and soon she was snoring softly as she lay there.

Zhang Han drove toward the 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 quiet when she didn't speak, but once she did, she was astonishing.

"Wasn't that New Moon Mountain just now? How could you build so many things up there? Hmph! And you did it in just a few days? I think you just found some random place to fool me, hoping to trick Mengmeng away from me!" Ziyan said unhappily.

"I'm really impressed by your imagination." Zhang Han glanced at Ziyan through the rearview mirror, took a stack of documents from the box beside the driver's seat, and handed them over. "Look for yourself. I rented New Moon Mountain!"

Ziyan took them and flipped through a few pages casually. She discovered that he really had rented it.

So she glared at Zhang Han with obvious annoyance.

So what if you rented it? Why did you have to sound so cold? What a blockhead!

Ziyan was somewhat dissatisfied with Zhang Han. Why was he so gentle with Mengmeng, yet always so stiff whenever he spoke to her?

It really was true that comparison only made the pain worse.

After driving all the way to the restaurant's entrance, Zhang Han gestured toward the building with his lips and said, "This is the place I rented. It'll be renovated in less than a week. All the materials are environmentally friendly, so we can move in immediately. There's too much dust inside right now, so we won't go in to look."

"A commercial property?" Ziyan asked. "Are you planning to open a restaurant?"

"Something like that."

"You rented a commercial property and a mountain. Where did you get so much money?" Ziyan frowned slightly.

She had seen the contract for the mountain. The rent was ten million yuan, and she estimated that this commercial property had cost at least three million more. Altogether, that was more than ten million yuan.

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

"You sold your house?" Ziyan was slightly stunned, clearly surprised.

"Mm." Zhang Han shook his head. "Where do you live?"

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

Zhang Han immediately turned the car toward the East District. They traveled in silence. When they arrived, Zhang Han turned on the navigation and drove through several turns until they reached Cloud Sound Garden.

When they arrived downstairs, Ziyan gently picked up Mengmeng.

Mengmeng stirred and slowly opened her eyes, still half-asleep.

"Where's Daddy?" Mengmeng asked in confusion and looked around nervously.

When she saw Zhang Han getting out and opening the door, Mengmeng stretched out her little arms and said weakly, "Daddy, carry me."

Zhang Han reached out and picked Mengmeng up. He followed Ziyan to the elevator.

"All right, Daddy will only walk you this far. Once the restaurant is renovated, Daddy will come pick you up." Zhang Han kissed Mengmeng lightly on her adorable cheek, then handed her to Ziyan.

"Huh?" Mengmeng froze. Only then did she realize that her daddy had merely brought them here and wasn't going upstairs with them.

"Wah... no... Daddy, don't go..." Mengmeng pursed her lips and began to cry.

"All right, Mengmeng. Didn't your daddy say he'd come play with you in a few days? Be good," Ziyan comforted her softly.

But no matter how Ziyan tried to soothe her, Mengmeng kept crying and struggled desperately in her arms.

After holding the little princess for two minutes, Ziyan's arms began to ache. She stuffed Mengmeng back into Zhang Han's arms and said irritably:

"All right, all right! Let your daddy come upstairs, okay? Stop crying, Mengmeng. Mommy promises, all right?"

Mengmeng wrapped her arms around Zhang Han's neck and rested her head against him. After 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.

Under normal circumstances, as a somewhat chauvinistic man, he would never have inexplicably stayed at Ziyan's home. But when he saw Mengmeng's pitiful, lovable expression, he simply couldn't bear to refuse her.

"Daddy will stay with you. I won't leave." Zhang Han smiled and gently patted Mengmeng's back.

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

The building only had seventeen floors. Since it was a duplex and the floors were also quite high, it was taller than an ordinary thirty-five-story building.

Inside, there were two elevators serving two households per floor. In other words, each unit had two elevators, and every floor had only two residences. Going up and down was very convenient, and they rarely had to wait for an elevator.

When they reached the twenty-first floor, Ziyan opened the door and took a pair of disposable slippers for Zhang Han.

Usually, she gave this kind of slippers to guests. They could be thrown away after use, which made guests feel that they were sanitary. Zhang Han could only be considered half a guest, since the other half of his identity was Mengmeng's father.

At that moment, Ziyan felt somewhat conflicted. Bringing Zhang Han inside made her feel a little awkward.

"Miss, you're back." Wang Juan walked over with a smile.

"Mm." Ziyan nodded.

"This gentleman is..." Wang Juan hesitated before asking.

"He..." Ziyan became a little bashful and found it difficult to introduce Zhang Han's identity.

She might have been embarrassed, but the little princess certainly wasn't. Mengmeng immediately said happily in her childish voice, "He's my daddy!"

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

"Ah?" Wang Juan froze, then smiled and hurriedly greeted him. "Hello, Mr. Zhang."

"Mm."

Zhang Han nodded, carried Mengmeng into the living room, and looked around a few times.

The decoration style was quite distinctive, somewhat similar to the villa Zhang Han had liked when he visited the real estate agency.

It was a modern minimalist style, with a slightly warmer touch. Most of the colors were a combination of white and blue-green.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, an astonished scream rang out.

Zhou Fei slowly walked down from the second floor. She was genuinely stunned when she saw Zhang Han. After crying out, she said, "My goodness, what a rare guest! Even the foul-tempered, down-and-out young master has come to grace my humble home?"