Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song-Chapter 387: The Teacher Said Tomorrow Is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Family Should Be Together
Song Yinyin furrowed her brows, and said, "Who said we were going back to your dad’s house today?" After speaking, she looked up and threw a cold glance at Lu Jihan.
Lu Jihan heard this and a prominent crease formed on his handsome brow.
In the next second, he tightly wrapped his arm around Song Yinyin’s slender waist, "You don’t want to go home with our son, and instead want to wander outside?"
This is really outrageous!
His thin lips were tightly pressed, his face an expression of impending storm.
However, Song Yinyin seemed determined to defy him, provocatively raised her eyebrows, and retorted sarcastically, "I just want to wander outside with our son, so what!"
"You!"
Lu Jihan’s face completely darkened, looking very unpleasant.
He was about to explode, but then saw their son walking in, stretching out his chubby little hands, one grabbing his large palm, the other grabbing Song Yinyin’s.
"Mommy, let’s go back, okay? The teacher said, tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival, a time for family reunion."
As he spoke, he started to bob his head, reciting a classical poem he had just learned at school, with much expression:
"The bright moon rises over the sea, we share this moment far apart. Lovers grieve the long night, yearning even at dawn!
Extinguish the candles and cherish the bright light, put on clothes and feel the dew’s touch. Unable to bear making a gift in full, then return to sleep and dream of a beautiful time."
Though the young kid was still small, and his recitation of ancient poetry somewhat unclear, he’d learned quite a bit and knew how to apply it.
Finally, he lifted his little face, looking eagerly at Song Yinyin:
"Mommy, it’s Mid-Autumn Festival, don’t you want to spend it with Daddy? But I really want to go home with Daddy, celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival together, eat mooncakes together, and enjoy the big dinner Daddy makes."
Saying this, he looked towards Lu Jihan, shaking his large palm, "Daddy, will you make me a delicious dinner, pretty please?"
While saying this, the little guy cutely blinked his long, thick eyelashes at his dad, looking utterly adorable.
"No problem, Daddy will make you a big feast!"
Lu Jihan gently ruffled his son’s soft hair.
Truly worthy of being his son, too smart, knowing exactly when to play along with his dad’s act!
"..." Song Yinyin was at a loss for words.
In front of her innocent and adorable son, she blushed, as if realizing her thoughts had been completely seen through.
Honestly speaking, that old apartment felt cold and lonely, it was intended as a temporary place to stay, so it hadn’t been cleaned very well.
Plus, they had returned in such a hurry, without preparing much of anything, making it inconvenient for bathing, cooking, and doing laundry.
On the day before Mid-Autumn Festival, the small apartment felt even colder and quieter compared to the warm coziness of the Lu Family Mansion...
Seeing Song Yinyin lower her head and frown, seemingly hesitating, Lu Jihan tightly held her small hand while gently stroking her palm with his rough, calloused hand.
A tingling sensation, like an electric current, shot to her heart, stirring her emotions.
She looked up at him, and Lu Jihan was gazing back with longing eyes:
"Our son wants to go home too, are you still going to be stubborn? Let’s go back, and spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together as a family!"
The very natural "as a family" slipped from his lips, and Song Yinyin couldn’t help but tremble slightly at the way he looked at her.
Ultimately, she couldn’t resist the gentle persuasion from both her husband and son, and nodded in agreement.
However, agreeing just like that felt a bit undignified.
She bit her lip, and coughed lightly, "Let me make it clear, I haven’t forgiven you, it’s just... just for the son’s sake, I’m reluctantly agreeing to go back for the festival!"
Lu Jihan’s lips curled, displaying a confident smile, "Okay, I understand."
After speaking, he wrapped one arm around their son’s small body, while tightly holding Song Yinyin’s hand with the other, and they walked out of the hospital door.
