Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!-Chapter 447: Not Wrong at All

"That’s right." Zhao Gushen nodded.

Zhao Dinghuan smiled warmly, "Xiao Mo calls us Grandpa and Grandma, but you call us Uncle and Aunt, which feels distant. You’re part of Xiao Mo’s world, how can you separate yourself from him?"

Chi Jingsi nodded, "There’s truth in those words."

With the elders saying this much, Ye Fei would appear too aloof if she didn’t agree.

So Ye Fei mustered up the courage and called out, "Dad, Mom."

Zhao Dinghuan and Chi Jingsi didn’t have time to reply before Zhao Gushen chimed in, "See, you even called them Mom and Dad. When I say you’re my fiancée, there’s no problem, right?"

Ye Fei: "..."

Zhao Dinghuan: "..."

Chi Jingsi: "..."

With such thick skin, how did this boy stay single for so many years?

With skin this thick, there’s no need to worry about finding a wife!

The old lady was delighted, thinking that it was thanks to his thick skin that he could now have a fiancée and such a grown-up child.

The Wei family’s real Lamborghini can’t match their Xiao Shen’s speed.

Zhao Dinghuan said warmly to Ye Fei, "That’s better, keep calling us that from now on."

A title not used for five years, Ye Fei called out again.

A bit unfamiliar, yet warm, with a hint of bittersweetness.

"Mm." Ye Fei nodded firmly.

Only then did Zhao Gushen leave the old mansion with Ye Fei and Xiao Mo, returning home.

Back at home, Xiao Mo quickly took a bath, cleaned up, and hurried to bed.

He was so tired that he didn’t even ask Zhao Gushen to tell him a bedtime story.

When Zhao Gushen finished his shower and came out, he found Ye Fei wasn’t in the bedroom.

"Xiao Fei?" Zhao Gushen called out, but received no reply.

He walked into the living room and found Ye Fei standing on the balcony outside, looking up at the sky.

No wonder she hadn’t heard him call her.

Zhao Gushen went to get a shawl and put it around Ye Fei.

He embraced her from behind, "What are you looking at here?"

A cool breeze blew, making Ye Fei’s hair flutter against Zhao Gushen’s face.

He could smell the fragrance in her hair, with a hint of moisture.

Clearly, Ye Fei had also just taken a shower; her hair was dry but still retained a bit of dampness.

"Looking at the moon." Ye Fei gazed up at the round moon in the sky.

"The hardest Mid-Autumn Festival I experienced was the first two years after I came to B City," Ye Fei said as she looked at the moon.

"The first year, I was alone. Although I was pregnant with Xiao Mo, I felt utterly helpless then."

"I didn’t know what life would be like after having the baby, and pregnancy was so exhausting. But there was no one to accompany me, even for a moment." Ye Fei spoke slowly, "Especially during Mid-Autumn, a time for family reunions, I was all alone."

"All those painful feelings came together, making everything feel even worse." Ye Fei smiled.

But perhaps her psychological resilience was remarkably strong.

Or maybe she had always lived like a resilient weed since childhood.

Even with such heavy pressure and sorrow, she had never once thought of ending her life to escape it.

"By the second Mid-Autumn Festival, Xiao Mo was born. But he was just a tiny bundle, unable to speak," Ye Fei said, "And so fragile, I had to put all my energy into him."