Jian Yufei tucked them in, gazing at their sleeping little faces, her heart filled with affection.

Her children, no matter how she looked, she couldn’t get enough.

"Good night, sweeties."

She planted a kiss on each of their cheeks and stood up to return to her bedroom.

...

Lying in bed, Jian Yufei naturally wanted to have a chat with Ruan Tianling.

She dialed his number, and it was picked up in no time.

"Wife," Ruan Tianling said in a lazy voice.

"What are you doing?" Jian Yufei asked.

"Not much, haven’t slept yet?"

"Just lying down, the kids are already asleep."

Ruan Tianling complained: "I said keep them locked up for a few more days, why did you let them out so early?"

"They are our sons. Don’t you feel sorry for keeping them locked up?" Jian Yufei retorted.

Anyway, she felt sorry for them. They’ve already endured too much hardship, and she couldn’t bear to see them suffer anymore.

Ruan Tianling sighed helplessly: "A mother’s love often ruins the sons! If we don’t train them now, they’ll never amount to anything."

"They’re already excellent."

"Ever heard of ’even the talented Jiang will run out’? Just because they’re excellent now doesn’t mean they’ll be in the future. Excellence is just another term for hard work."

Jian Yufei was speechless: "Fine, I can’t argue with you. But they were exhausted and hungry today, I can’t bear to let them keep suffering."

"Alright, let’s forget it this time. Next time I’ll train them personally, and you promise not to intervene."

Jian Yufei didn’t reply: "When will you be back?"

"Miss me?" Ruan Tianling’s voice was seductive.

"I’m just asking."

"Wife, saying you miss me is that difficult?"

Jian Yufei smiled: "Who’s missing you? I have my parents and children here. I’m too busy to even think of you."

Ruan Tianling’s voice was slightly annoyed: "You might as well come back. Let others take care of them! I only need you to take care of me."

"Keep dreaming."

"Really don’t miss me?"

"Don’t..."

Ruan Tianling grumbled: "I’ll deal with you when I get back."

"When exactly are you coming back?"

"In a while, things are busy here, I’ll head over once it’s sorted out. Also, the Nangong Family is choosing a new heir again."

Jian Yufei yawned: "That has nothing to do with us."

Ruan Tianling hesitated: "Sounds like you’re tired, get some sleep early. If those two lads are giving trouble, send someone to bring them back."

Oh, she couldn’t bear that.

Taking care of her own children, no matter how tiring, was happiness.

"Okay, I know."

"Let’s hang up, good night."

"Good night, and by the way, I do miss you."

Jian Yufei hung up the phone with a smile, while over in London, Ruan Tianling couldn’t help but smile gently.

...

Jian Yufei slept soundly that night.

It had been a while since she’d felt so relaxed, and she slept straight until after eight in the morning.

Upon waking up, she immediately washed up and then went to check on the kids.

Their room was empty; the two youngsters usually got up by six, a habit they maintained.

Jian Yufei walked downstairs, and the living room was empty too.

But from the room downstairs where her father was, Ansel’s laughter echoed.

"Grandma, he kicked me."

"Junqi, you come and feel it too, Uncle can kick."

Nangong Ruyue was holding a towel, smiling as she wiped Xiao Zexin’s hands.

Ansel and Junqi gathered around her, their little hands constantly reaching for her belly.

They stared at her belly with curiosity, as if it held some magical thing.