That night, just as Su Jiu had said, Han Qing drove directly from North City to Su City to meet Han Muzi.
It was late in the evening when he arrived. Since he had already informed them about his visit on the phone in advance, Yan went to the nearby supermarket to buy some ingredients for dinner.
Yan was quite good at cooking, to begin with. In addition to that, when she got tired of having takeaways after spending years with Han Muzi, she had developed excellent cooking skills in order to feed herself.
Both Han Muzi and Little Bean were relying heavily on her for some wholesome home-cooked meal.
When they heard that she was going to make dinner, the thought made Little Bean’s gluttonous mouth water. “Aunt Yan, are we having hotpot later?”
Hearing that, Yan looked at him strangely. “No, we are not. It’s not winter yet. Do you want to get heatstroke?”
Little Bean was displeased when he heard that, and he pouted. “We can also have hotpot in the summer. Don’t you think it is very thrilling, Aunt Yan?”
Oh my goodness, look at him talking…
Yan squinted at Little Bean. Suddenly, she stretched out her index finger and poked his forehead.
“Thrilling? You learned a new term now, huh? You little glutton. Don’t think that I don’t know you want to eat meat.”
“Ouch.” Little Bean rubbed his forehead with his palm, an indignant expression appearing on his fair and tender face. “Will you make hotpot or not?”
“Nope.” Yan turned her back to him and turned on the tap to wash the vegetables. “Your uncle works all year round. Do you know that it takes more than two hours to drive from North City to Su City? He is probably tired enough, attending meetings and appointments, yet you ask him to come over to eat hotpot? It’s the middle of the night. We should make something healthy and hearty for him.”
Hearing that, Little Bean blinked as if he could intercept the hidden meaning behind her words.
Suddenly, he blurted out of nowhere, “Aunt Yan, why do you care so much about Uncle Qing? Do you like him?”
“What are you talking about?” Yan suddenly jumped like a dog being stepped on its tail. She looked around with wide eyes, and when she found that no one was around them, she hurriedly reached over and covered Little Bean’s mouth.”D-D-D-Don’t talk nonsense!”
Little Bean’s mouth was covered, so he could not speak. Instead, he just blinked and stared at her.
The way he looked right now made Yan feel guilty, so she quickly let go of him. “Don’t spout nonsense, alright? Otherwise, I won’t cook for you next time.”
Upon hearing that, Little Bean seemed to have thought of something; he tilted his head and said, “So, will you make hotpot for me?”
Yan stood up, feeling a little annoyed. She took the food out of the bag angrily as she said, “Alright, alright! I’ll make a hotpot for you, okay? My god, I probably owe you some favors in my previous life.”
In the room upstairs, Han Muzi had already taken a shower and changed into a simple T-shirt and a pair of pants. At this moment, she was on the phone while standing beside the window.
“Mr. Lin, I’ve already asked my assistant to take your request during your last meeting. The deadline which we agreed upon is within one month. Tomorrow, I will ask my assistant to go over and take the measurements for Miss Zhao’s size and body shape. After that, I will design the work you request within the agreed time period.”
With that that, Han Muzi paused. Staring at the stars in the sky outside the window, she couldn’t help herself from reminding him, “But it’s already 8 pm. It is my personal time now.”
As soon as the person on the line heard that, he laughed in embarrassment. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was pushed to get an update from you. I shan’t bother your personal time then, Miss Han.”
After ending the call, Han Muzi placed the phone on the table and went to the bathroom barefooted to carry out her skincare routine and dry her hair.
When she came out of the bathroom, she saw her phone vibrating.
She walked over, picked up the phone, saw that it was a call from Han Qing.
“Is he here?”
Han Muzi didn’t answer the call upon the thought. Instead, she went downstairs, put on her shoes, and opened the door.
She saw the weary Han Qing standing at the door as soon as she opened it. The two of them exchanged glances, then she looked behind him. “You’re alone?”
Han Qing genuinely missed her after not seeing her for a long time, so he couldn’t help but reach out and ruffle her hair.
Han Muzi froze and managed to keep herself still without avoiding him. After he had finished ruffling her hair, she commented, “Qing, I’m not a child anymore. It isn’t appropriate for you to ruffle my hair like that.”
“In my eyes, you will always be a child,” Han Qing replied.
Han Muzi frenzied upon hearing this. She bit her lower lips as she turned sideways to let him in. “Qing, can we make an agreement? You can ruffle my hair all you want when we are at home, but can you please not do this when we’re out in public?”
She still remembered the moment she sent him to the airport when he was catching a flight home.
Unexpectedly, before Han Qing left, he ruffled her hair in public.
She recalled that scenario—she was wearing a pair of heels while holding Little Bean, but Han Qing still ruffled her hair indifferently.
In the beginning, Han Muzi was not accustomed to this kind of skinship, but she couldn’t bear to reject him when she saw that Han Qing’s eyes were full of affection and joy after finding his little sister back. In the end, this had developed into a habit later on.
At this moment, Han Muzi even felt as if she was his daughter.
Daughter…
Han Muzi found it both funny and annoying.
“If you really like ruffling people’s hair, go do it to your nephew more often.”
Upon the mention of his nephew, Han Qing walked in and closed the door before taking off his shoes at the entrance. When he saw that there were only a few pairs of women’s indoor slippers on the shoe rack, he couldn’t help frowning. “Why didn’t you prepare mine?”
Hearing that, Han Muzi pouted. “I didn’t know you would be here so early. I haven’t had time to go to the supermarket today.”
With that, she bent down and took out the largest pair of women’s slippers. “If you don’t mind, you can wear this.”
Han Qing looked at the pair of women’s slippers for a long time and finally entered the house barefooted.
“Qing, it’s just slippers. There is no one else in the house so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“It’s more comfortable this way,” Han Qing said in a low voice.
The two of them walked inside together. As they entered the living room, Yan suddenly walked out of the kitchen and stumbled upon Han Qing, a slightly pink flush immediately appearing on her fair face. “P-President Han, you’re here!”
“Hi.” Han Qingchao nodded, greeting her.
When they exchanged glances, Yan’s face became redder. She bit her lip and said, “I’m still cooking. Why don’t you take a seat first? Supper will be ready soon.”
With that, she turned around and quickly got into the kitchen.
“Uncle Qing!”
At the same time, a small figure sprang out of the kitchen and went straight to Han Qing.
Seeing that little figure, a dash of warmth flashed across Han Qing’s dark eyes as he squatted down to hug him in his arms.
“Yishu.”
Han Yishu was the name that Han Qing gave him.
His nickname was Little Bean, which was given by Yan.
