Chapter 678: Title

Yunhai’s family lives in a three-bedroom apartment which belongs to Yang Aiguo’s workplace.

This was originally a home for a family of three, but due to various reasons, it rarely has had everyone living here as it does today.

The house is frequently cleaned, so it doesn’t appear messy.

Shuyun had long planned to bring Lingling here to stay, so she had the room tidied up early. When Lingling enters, she would find the room arranged very similarly to her room at the Wang Family’s.

There are pink curtains and pink bedding.

It’s evident that it looks exactly like the one at the Wang Family’s.

"Thank you, Mom." Lingling leaned against Shuyun and said, she really cherished her like a beloved daughter.

Following behind, Yunhai looked at her gently.

"Oh, what’s the big deal? Just a chance for Mom to act young too and enjoy it." Shuyun felt a bit uncomfortable with the sentimentality, "Why are you still standing there? Quickly bring everything in, let’s all help Lingling hang up her clothes."

Alright then, Yunhai smiled helplessly as he was directed.

Indeed, he felt like he was adopted.

That night, Lingling slept in the princess room Shuyun had prepared for her and chatted with Shuyun for a long time. She didn’t even know when she fell asleep, only remembering she had a dream that night.

In her dream, she saw her mother, the woman Yao Ruqian who died when she was six, lovingly holding her, combing her hair while gently singing a lullaby.

This lullaby was one Grandma Yao also used to hum to her when she was young.

Early the next morning, Lingling woke up and went to the kitchen to make a hearty breakfast.

"You child, I didn’t even realize when you got up," Shuyun said while yawning, "Don’t get up so early to make breakfast in the future, let them go out to buy and bring it back for us to eat."

Just stepping out, Aiguo, "..."

And Yunhai who followed, "..."

How come these words sound a bit off?

Before they could react, Shuyun glanced at them with her sharp eyes.

Aiguo, "Yes, yes, don’t make breakfast anymore, sleep a bit more, I’ll go downstairs and buy it."

Yunhai, "Then I’ll leave this task to you, Dad."

"You... what did you call me?" Aiguo initially had some objections to his son’s previous words, wondering why this task was given to him. But afterward, he was struck by the unexpected ’Dad’.

For so many years, Yunhai rarely called him ’Dad,’ especially during those years when there was tension between him and Shuyun, the child would hardly talk to them.

Now things had finally reconciled, and at home or in the army, they used the army’s common terminology.

The term ’Dad,’ he hadn’t heard for quite a few years.

Yunhai didn’t answer him and, with his ears reddened, walked up to Lingling, "What’s for breakfast? Suddenly feeling nostalgic for Qin City’s oil tea."

"Oil tea? There’s a good place for oil tea not far downstairs, I... I’ll go buy some now," Aiguo said excitedly.

Yunhai, "..."

He was just casually mentioning it.

"You don’t need to bother, Lingling made lots of breakfast, if you go out to buy more, we won’t be able to finish it," Yunhai said, picking up a pan-fried dumpling and putting it in his mouth, "Tasty."

"Alright then, Dad will buy it for you tomorrow," Aiguo said, still excited.

Shuyun, "..."

A bit envious, why is it that although the son calls him ’Dad,’ he doesn’t call me ’Mom’?

Frustrating!

"Mom, let’s eat."

"Oh." Shuyun instinctively responded, but as she reacted, she covered her mouth, looking at Yunhai in surprise.