Chapter 1293: The Grand Finale 1

“Silly girl…”

She instantly smelled the wild and damp scent on him.

Her body went soft, and he knocked her over.

“Hey… Brother Donglin… the kid… don’t crush our little buddy… look at the little buddy…”

The little buddy was already lying obediently on the kid’s bed next to them, sleeping peacefully.

Normally, he seldom sleeps in the kid’s bed alone because Yan Xixi fears he’ll be lonely and always stays by his side, making it convenient to breastfeed. After all, before the age of three, who would want to stay alone in darkness? Over time, even with several nannies, they’re just there to lend a hand, almost redundant.

But now, the little buddy was gently placed on the children’s bed by his well-meaning father — temporarily leaving his throne.

The little one suddenly changed spots, but because he was sleeping so sweetly, he didn’t notice his territory was occupied.

“Hey, Brother Donglin…”

“Shh… shh…”

At this moment, nothing in the world, even a war, could halt someone’s advances.

Yan Xixi’s body went soft, and she collapsed into his arms.

“Brother Donglin…”

Someone answered all her chatter with his lips, she giggled madly, like a puddle, completely at his mercy.

In the midst of utmost tenderness, he paused.

“Xixi…”

His eyelashes nearly touched her long lashes.

“Woo woo woo…”

“Xixi, after marrying me, have you ever regretted it?”

“Woo woo woo…”

“Xixi!”

He saw his reflection in her watery eyes. Before he could speak, she grabbed him and pressed her scorching lips against his: “Brother Donglin… if we’d known the little buddy was this adorable, we should’ve married earlier…”

He was relieved, holding her tightly, utterly content, asking for nothing more in this life!

Time flows like water, years swiftly pass.

On a crisp autumn morning, Wan Donglin had just stepped onto the garden track when two children, one big and one small, came running toward him.

“Daddy, you’re late today…”

“Daddy, you promised to play ball today…”

He laughed heartily, holding his son’s hand with one hand and lifting his young daughter with the other, his voice unusually gentle: “Daddy was delayed in the restroom this morning, that’s why I’m only ten minutes late.”

The little girl said in a sweet, childish voice: “Daddy, do you think my dress is pretty today?”

The little girl had bright big eyes, long lashes, and jet-black hair like ink. Her little face was even more adorable than a red apple, especially when she smiled, her eyebrows danced, as if the whole world was lit up in her eyes.

“Grandma said that when I wear this dress, I’m the prettiest little girl in the whole world.”

The boy beside her casually said: “Grandma’s just being polite.”

He’s six or seven years old, but taller than kids his age, appearing like an eight or nine-year-old youngster, dressed neatly in athletic wear, showing faint signs of maturity. He resembles his father, precocious and wise.

His sister curiously asked: “Daddy, what does ‘being polite’ mean?”

Wan Donglin laughed: “Well… Grandma means you’re the prettiest little girl.”

His sister immediately clapped her hands, laughing heartily: “Yes, yes, that’s what it means…”

But his brother was still casual: “Qiaohu said that modesty brings benefits, while pride invites trouble. Even if you really are the prettiest, you should be low-key, understand?”

Wan Donglin couldn’t hold it in and laughed heartily, “Did Qiaohu say that?”