Chapter 503: Chapter 503

The car came to a halt with a creaking sound that drew the attention of Jiang Kechu and Wei Feng.

Wei Feng smiled at Jiang Kechu, said something, nodded towards Wan Chu’er, then turned back and went into the house.

Jiang Kechu strode towards them. His face revealed nothing, but his eyes sparkled with joy.

Watching him approach, Wan Chu’er sat without moving, staring at him blankly, without the eagerness and excitement she had previously felt.

Why would Wei Feng be here?

Did he come back with Jiang Kechu?

Why didn’t Jiang Kechu tell her on the phone that Wei Feng was also here?

What did Wei Feng say to Jiang Kechu just now? He even made a point of coming out.

She was reminded of a sentence she overheard outside the school auditorium years ago, "I have you in my heart."

So, Wei Feng was different to Jiang Kechu. That’s why, when Wei Feng spoke to him just now, the corners of his mouth were curled into a smile.

In the short time it took to walk a few steps, a multitude of thoughts had already flashed through Wan Chu’er’s mind, entirely missing the twins’ calls from the back seat.

"What’s wrong?" Jiang Kechu’s face appeared in front of Wan Chu’er.

Wan Chu’er regained her focus, her eyebrows still as sharply defined as mountain peaks, her eyes still deep, her nose still straight, her lips still firm.

"It’s nothing, why is Wei Feng here?" she asked, unable to hold back, yet her feelings were complex.

"Daddy, daddy, open the door, daddy, open the door." The twins’ cheerful voices interrupted them. They unbuckled their safety belts and climbed down from their seats on their own but couldn’t open the door. Seeing their father coming, they immediately began knocking on the window and shouting.

Jiang Kechu’s face broke into a smile, opened the car door, and picked up the two little ones, one in each arm.

"Did you miss daddy?"

"I missed you, Chuanqi missed daddy." Chuanqi wrapped his chubby hands tightly around his father’s neck and happily kissed Jiang Kechu’s cheek.

Hunter was not to be outdone, "I missed daddy too. When are you taking me to battle, daddy? I want to shoot guns." He had other thoughts and did not kiss Jiang Kechu like Chuanqi did.

Jiang Kechu said to his daughter, "Good child," and then to his son, "When you grow up, I’ll take you to battle."

Without an answer from Jiang Kechu, Wan Chu’er felt as though a stone was pressing on her chest. She tried to convince herself not to overthink things. They had just met; it wasn’t worth ruining the atmosphere over an outsider.

But the phrase "I have you in my heart" echoed continuously in her head, making the stone in her heart heavier.

Wan Chu’er silently got out of the car, taking her bag, and followed behind Jiang Kechu and his sons, walking towards the house.

Upon entering, she heard Wei Feng’s refreshing laughter, "Auntie, this dish tastes perfect, it’s exactly Brother Chu’s favorite flavor."

Brother Chu? What an original way to address someone!

Following the voice, Wan Chu’er saw Wei Feng standing cheerily beside Mrs. Jiang, who was holding a pair of chopsticks, while Wei Feng was chewing on something, obviously tasting a dish that Mrs. Jiang had offered her.

It seems their relationship is quite good, Wan Chu’er thought bitterly. Indeed, Wei Feng and Jiang Kechu had been together for four years; naturally, Wei Feng had a deep connection with the Jiang Family, and she surely knew what Jiang Kechu’s tastes were.

Hearing her grandson’s voice, Mrs. Jiang looked up and said, "Xiao Chu has arrived, take a rest first, the meal will be ready soon."

Wei Feng also looked up and smiled at her, graciously saying, "Chuchu, we meet again."

"Oh," Wan Chu’er responded indifferently. Wei Feng didn’t mind and pulled Mrs. Jiang back into the kitchen, discussing the food.

Only then did Wan Chu’er notice that Grandpa Jiang had returned, sitting on the sofa with closed eyes, humming something contentedly.

Glancing around, she saw Grandma Jiang holding a bouquet of flowers, sneaking into her room. Grandma Jiang always loved moving various random things into her room, creating a mess that made the maids and Mrs. Jiang in Beijing unable to find anything.

Wan Chu’er tugged Jiang Kechu’s sleeve, signaling him to put the two children down, then nodded toward the children, hinting them to greet Grandpa Jiang.

"Hello, Great-Grandpa," both kids shouted in unison.

Grandpa Jiang opened his eyes with a smile, slowly grunted an "Mm," and said, "Go play," dismissing them.

Wan Chu’er stepped forward to greet, "Hello, Grandpa." The necessary courtesy still had to be done.

Grandpa Jiang didn’t show any fondness towards Wan Chu’er, his granddaughter-in-law; last time, he was sent off to Second’s home because of her. So, out of regard for his eldest grandson, he indifferently muttered an "Mm" and closed his eyes again.

Wan Chu’er didn’t care. She went upstairs to put down her bag, listening to the sound of Jiang Kechu playing with the two children downstairs. She went down again and, after some thought, headed to the kitchen.

The kitchen overflowed with delicious aromas; Mrs. Jiang was cooking herself, with Wei Feng assisting her and chatting with her from time to time, looking very harmonious.

Feeling a tightness in her chest, Wan Chu’er uttered, "Mom, do you need any help?"

Mrs. Jiang and Wei Feng looked over; Mrs. Jiang smiled and said, "No need, no need; just rest with Kechu."

Wei Feng kept her head down, continuing to wash something, her expression no longer as cheerful as before. Wan Chu’er glanced at her and left the kitchen.

Watching Jiang Kechu play wholeheartedly with the kids, Wan Chu’er didn’t ask anything, feeling it was not the right moment. So, she just sat aside and watched them.

After a little while, Father Jiang returned. He was delighted to see his son, appearing proud and pleased with himself. The father and son exchanged a few words, and then Mrs. Jiang came to call them for dinner.

Wan Chu’er went over, and she and Jiang Kechu took the kids to the restroom to wash their hands, but Jiang Kechu stopped her, "I’ll take them; you sit."

Having not seen the kids for a long time, he wanted to be hands-on and share some of the burden with his wife, as well as to strengthen the bond with his children - their relationship was already good, in fact.

So Wan Chu’er silently sat on the chair again. A few minutes later, she saw Wei Feng and Jiang Kechu each holding a child, walking to the dining room, talking and laughing. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel⁂fire.net

Immediately, Wan Chu’er’s hands clenched into tight fists. She looked at the other family members; Mrs. Jiang was chatting with Father Jiang with a smile, Grandpa Jiang was in his own world, high and mighty, and Grandma Jiang was searching for something in her pocket.

Wan Chu’er held back, refraining from impulsively standing up and snatching the children from Wei Feng’s arms. Today was a joyful day, Jiang Kechu was home, and she couldn’t get upset over trivial matters like she did in her past life, which would spoil the harmonious atmosphere at home.

The two children were naturally seated between Wan Chu’er and Jiang Kechu; then Wei Feng sat on the other side of Jiang Kechu, with Mrs. Jiang beside her, while on the other side of Wan Chu’er was the distraction-absorbed Grandma Jiang.

Wan Chu’er found the meal tasteless, like chewing wax. She wanted to finish quickly, to leave this place with Jiang Kechu and clarify many things.