Only when two soft, plump little bodies squeezed into his arms, hugging his neck and arms, did Rong Zhengfeng confirm that this was not his illusion, and that they had truly returned.
Overwhelmed with joy, Rong Zhengfeng held Xixi and Hanhan for quite some time, kissing their little brows now and then, his happiness palpable.
Rong Mochen and Jin Jumo sat quietly on the sofa, not interrupting the old man as he enjoyed the pleasures of family.
At dinner, the family sat around the table, and Rong Zhengfeng finally spared some attention for Rong Mochen and Jin Jumo.
"You came back without saying a word in advance. Look at what you made my great-grandchildren eat tonight," Rong Zhengfeng complained, giving Rong Mochen a playful glare. His gaze softened with kindness when it swept over Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo glanced at the table full of dishes, her mouth twitching slightly.
