Inferior A After Having a Baby with the Top Boss 115

Chapter 115: Officially Together

Ming Fei’s face turned bright red.

After she reacted, she lightly covered Zhu Yiqiao’s mouth, and although shy because of Zhu Yiqiao’s frankness, she still leaned in and kissed the corner of Zhu Yiqiao’s eye, saying softly,

“To be able to give Jiejie…”

The last two words were almost inaudible.

After speaking, Ming Fei removed her hand, kissed Zhu Yiqiao’s lips again, and asked, “Jiejie, are you hungry?”

The vast expanse of sunset outside the window dyed the manor in brilliant hues of honey gold. It was almost 5:30 pm, and it had taken them another twenty minutes to get to the manor from the transit station. It was almost dinner time.

Zhu Yiqiao shook her head: “What about you?”

“I’m okay.”

They looked at each other and started kissing again. It was unclear who initiated it. In a daze, Ming Fei felt as if her nesting instincts were also kicking in. Weren’t her current thoughts similar to those during a nesting period—wanting Zhu Yiqiao to be covered in… her pear scent, from head to toe.

She pulled back slightly and asked seriously, “Jiejie, is there only one nesting period after a heat cycle?”

Zhu Yiqiao: “Only one.”

The blush on Ming Fei’s cheeks faded a little. She buried her face in Zhu Yiqiao’s shoulder and neck and said with her eyes closed,

“Okay.”

Zhu Yiqiao seemed to chuckle: “Has Ah Fei’s ‘nesting period’ also arrived?”

Having been together for so long, Ming Fei naturally understood that Zhu Yiqiao had guessed her thoughts. Normally, she would probably deny it, because Zhu Yiqiao was very busy, with one meeting after another, one document after another, and she didn’t want to waste Chief Judge Zhu’s time.

But now—

They were on vacation, her social role and identity secondary to Zhu Yiqiao herself, and they were alone in this room.

After a moment of thought, Ming Fei’s eyelashes fluttered as she said ambiguously,

“…It seems so.”

Zhu Yiqiao played with her hair: “Then what should we do?”

Her theoretical knowledge was a hundred times deeper than Ming Fei’s, but she deliberately threw this question back to Ming Fei, as if guiding her to face her truest and most difficult to suppress desires, step by step leading her to express them.

Just like before Ming Fei realized her feelings.

The doorbell of love, once rung, couldn’t be ignored. Even if you covered your eyes and ears, even if you hid, it was useless. So, from that moment on, she had decided to teach Ming Fei, bit by bit, how to ring that bell.

The last bit of orange in the sunset sky was swallowed by the approaching night.

The blush on Ming Fei’s face deepened. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes flickered, and the light pear fragrance gradually became richer. Then, she heard Zhu Yiqiao say—

“Do whatever you want, Ah Fei.”

The string called reason snapped.

In the evening, when the door of the master bedroom on the third floor opened from the inside, the pheromone scent in the room had already faded to almost nothing. In the end, they hadn’t done much, Ming Fei only leaving a mark on the back of Zhu Yiqiao’s neck, a mark covered by a suppressor patch.

They went down to the dining room on the main floor, where only the chef and a kitchen robot remained.

After receiving Ming Fei’s message an hour ago, Yan Nanzhi and the others had already had dinner. They were currently playing with Ming Zaozao in the music room, while Xu Zhou and Xue Xun had gone out.

Chef Lula smiled at the two: “Good evening, Ms. Yan asked me to prepare the local specialties for you. Besides these, is there anything else you would like?”

Ming Fei looked sideways at Zhu Yiqiao: “Jiejie.”

Zhu Yiqiao didn’t have much of an appetite, but she remembered Ming Fei’s preferences: “Thank you, please prepare a creamy mushroom soup for my partner.”

This was a dish both Ming Fei and Ming Zaozao liked very much. Zhu Yiqiao remembered it well, and as soon as she finished speaking, the kitchen robot next to them started working. They sat down at the black walnut dining table. Ming Fei looked at the stone sculptures in the display cabinet and the retro portraits on both sides.

Her gaze paused on a painting of babies.

—In the painting were two babies, the one on the left clearly older, the one on the right younger, their eyebrows and eyes somewhat similar.

Ming Fei stared at it for a long time, and Zhu Yiqiao didn’t interrupt.

When Ming Fei looked up again, Yan Nanzhi happened to be coming from the music room with Ming Zaozao. Seeing them, Ming Zaozao, still a meter away, smiled sweetly, her dimples appearing, and rushed towards them like a small hurricane.

“Mommy!” She stopped beside them. “Mama!”

Ming Fei patted her head: “Good evening, Zaozao.”

Zhu Yiqiao also pinched her cheek: “Zaozao, did you have fun in the music room?”

Ming Zaozao puffed out her chest proudly: “Mommy, Mama, listen!”

After saying that, she took a step back and hummed a tune, her arms slightly open like a little penguin, tapping her feet to the beat, her head bobbing left and right.

Swaying back and forth, she almost made herself dizzy before finishing the song.

“Did you like it?”

Ming Fei and Zhu Yiqiao, perfectly in sync, applauded, followed by Yan Nanzhi. The applause from the three of them made Zaozao the Great even prouder, her eyes curving into crescents with a smile as she applauded herself.

Then she declared, “Okay! Time to eat!”

Yan Nanzhi’s heart melted at her cuteness, her gaze filled with tenderness as she looked at the three of them. After transmigrating, she and her partner lived every day with longing and guilt, their most frequented place being the temple.

With the development of technology, fewer and fewer people went to temples. When they were working in Moli, many colleagues asked them why they went there so often. They always smiled without answering, or gave vague replies.

Because they knew that no one could truly understand their feelings. They could no longer see their children, they couldn’t do anything, they were powerless in another distant space-time, and could only send their blessings and prayers to their children.

—Hoping they would be safe and happy, and that everything would go smoothly for them.

Thinking of this now, Yan Nanzhi smiled, her gaze even gentler as she looked at the three of them, tears welling up in her eyes. But she didn’t let her perceptive daughter see them, quickly looking down at her phone as if casually.

A new public network notification popped up—

[Mother and daughter reunited after twenty years, twenty years later xxxxxxx]

Yan Nanzhi’s gaze paused, suddenly remembering what her daughter had said on the night they first met. She couldn’t hold back anymore, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She thought, it really… had been too long.

Too long, too long.

So long that they didn’t recognize their daughters at first glance. So long that by their first hug, their daughters had grown from babies in their arms to taller than them. So long that on the first night, they couldn’t fall asleep, constantly worried… that this was a beautiful dream that would end with the dawn.

So long that so many years had passed…

So long… that they finally met again.

She turned around, her gaze sweeping over the baby portrait painted by Yu Qingyan, and silently burst into tears.