Chapter 10

Of course, the yellow skin, black eyes, and black hair are also a result of inheriting Zhang Han's excellent genes... Uh.....

Alright, to be honest, the only thing Mengmeng and Zhang Han have in common is their eyebrows and earlobes, which are very similar. This was only discovered after Zhang Han observed for a while.

When looking at Ziyan, her earlobes are relatively thinner, while Zhang Han's and Mengmeng's are slightly rounder.

Apart from her exquisite face, Ziyan's figure is also curvaceous, with an S-shaped, devilishly attractive body.

The 'protruding' parts are full and round, much more prominent than when she first debuted, and the 'curved' parts are even more captivating, as if they have a magical allure, always drawing Zhang Han's gaze and even making him want to swallow his saliva.

This woman, after becoming a mother, has an even better figure and more charm, and her attraction to Zhang Han is quite significant.

While Zhang Han was sizing up Ziyan, Ziyan was also sizing up Zhang Han.

Seeing Zhang Han's slightly lecherous expression, Ziyan felt a sense of satisfaction.

Stubborn, you ignored me and acted aloof, but now you're showing your true colors, huh! Humph!

However, Zhang Han's neat and tidy appearance also made Ziyan look at him differently. The last time they met at Zhang Han's apartment, his unkempt appearance made Ziyan lose all interest in talking. Now, his appearance is the same as five years ago, but the air of debonair charm is gone, replaced by maturity and stability, as well as a subtle sense of ease.

From Ziyan's perspective, she prefers the current Zhang Han over the rude and violent one from five years ago!

'Pah, who likes him!'

Ziyan thought to herself.

The two of them stared at each other, and for a moment, neither spoke, making the atmosphere slightly awkward.

"Isn't there something you want to say?" Ziyan blinked her large, clear eyes, with a hint of prompting.

If Zhang Han had said something nice, it would have been better, but now he didn't even speak. She had traveled all night from Hong Kong to Beijing and then rushed back, all because of Zhang Han, and he didn't even say sorry!

"What should I say?" Zhang Han replied.

Ziyan became even angrier, feeling very disappointed with Zhang Han.

She stood up angrily and said, "Forget it, there's nothing to talk about. I'll take Emily and go."

"Wait!" Zhang Han quickly stood up and rushed to Ziyan in three steps.

Originally, with his temper, he wanted to say, "Mengmeng is my daughter, she's staying with me from now on!"

But the words stuck in his throat. He wasn't a fool; he knew that if he said that, the woman in front of him would turn into a tigress!

So Zhang Han said in a conciliatory tone:

"Uh... Didn't you say Mengmeng would stay with me for a week? It's only the fifth day."

"Mengmeng is mine, I can do whatever I want. What's it to you?" Ziyan declared her ownership, then suddenly realized her mistake: "Pah, pah, pah, I mean Emily."

Without waiting for Zhang Han's response, Ziyan opened the bedroom door and walked in.

"Mommy?" Mengmeng heard the voices and opened her eyes groggily. Seeing her mother, the little princess was overjoyed.

After five days, Ziyan was also very missed the little princess. She sat on the bed and gently hugged Mengmeng.

At this moment, Ziyan's expression was warm, radiating maternal love, and her voice was much softer than when she spoke to Zhang Han: "Baby, did you miss mommy?"

"Miss, miss, miss..." Mengmeng said happily, puckering her little lips and kissing Ziyan's cheek.

Zhang Han, seeing the light makeup on Ziyan's face, was about to remind her, "Don't kiss, you'll kiss off the foundation!"

But the words stuck in his throat, perhaps because he didn't want to interrupt this warm scene.

Mengmeng no longer belonged solely to him; she had a mother, and a mother who was about to take her away.

Sigh...

Zhang Han felt a bit reluctant and sighed lightly.

"Mommy has come to pick you up. Auntie Feifei is waiting downstairs. Let's get dressed and go home," Ziyan said with a smile.

"Okay, go home," Mengmeng said happily, raising her hands.

The little princess was still very attached to the fluffy toys at home.

However, when Ziyan, holding Mengmeng in one hand and dragging the luggage with the other, was about to leave, Mengmeng suddenly realized:

"Mommy, wait, Daddy hasn't gotten dressed yet."

"Your daddy... has some things to do, that's why mommy came to pick you up," Ziyan said, trying to shift the blame.

Hearing this, Zhang Han's lips moved, wanting to say, "I'm fine! Let Mengmeng stay!"

But that wasn't the case. Even if Ziyan didn't say it, Zhang Han did have things to do.

Hearing that Zhang Han wasn't coming back, Mengmeng's large, clear eyes filled with tears in a second.

"Sniff... No... I want Daddy... to come with us..."

Mengmeng wriggled in her mother's arms, crying with tears streaming down her face, reaching out her little arms to her father for a hug.

Zhang Han's heart trembled, and he quickly stepped forward to comfort Mengmeng.

The scene of a father comforting his daughter was very touching, but Ziyan felt a bit uncomfortable.

Just five days! She had already become so close to her father. If this went on, could she still take her away?

Ziyan felt this was a dangerous signal. She wouldn't allow anyone to take her daughter away! So she glared at Zhang Han threateningly.

Zhang Han shook his head helplessly and comforted, "Mengmeng, Daddy really has something to do. Daddy needs to find a place to build a paradise for the lovely Mengmeng, so that in the future, Mengmeng can always be with Daddy... and Mommy."

"Really? (Really?)"

"Of course, Daddy will never lie to you," Zhang Han said with a light smile.

"Then... what will be in the paradise? Are there cute dolls?" Mengmeng stopped crying, her eyes still teary, looking pitifully adorable.

Zhang Han wiped away the tears from Mengmeng's eyes and smiled, "Not just dolls, there will be a big house, cute dogs, beautiful cats, lots of pets to play with, lots of delicious green food, and many fun places."

"Wow! Dogs, cats, Mengmeng likes!" Mengmeng said with great anticipation.

"If you like it, then Daddy really has something to do. When I'm done, I'll come to pick you up, okay..."

Ziyan, seeing Zhang Han calm Mengmeng with just a few words, sighed in relief but also thought to herself:

"Smooth talker, really good at deceiving kids!"

However, this was the first time Ziyan had seen Zhang Han's gentle side. His smile was a far cry from the stiff and stubborn expression he had during their argument.

"Alright, Emily, say goodbye to your daddy, we're leaving," Ziyan said, picking up the little princess again.

"Bye-bye, Daddy." Even so, the little princess waved her hand with some reluctance.

"I'll see you off."

Zhang Han silently picked up the heavy luggage.

Walking out the door, seeing the gloomy Mengmeng, Zhang Han smiled and patted her head, saying:

"In the future, Mengmeng, call me 'Daddy,' not 'Baba' with a third tone, but with a fourth tone."

"Baba?" Mengmeng, being young, had unclear pronunciation. Born and raised in North America, she was fluent in English and was just learning Chinese, so her pronunciation wasn't accurate.

"That's wrong," Zhang Han said with a strange look, "The 'Baba' you're saying means poop, feces. Does Daddy look like poop?"

Faced with Zhang Han's strange expression, the little princess giggled.

"I think he does," Ziyan said with a laugh, "Baby, you can call him 'Baba,' no, 'Stinky Baba.'"

"Ha ha ha... Stinky Baba, stinky stinky Baba..."

Amidst the laughter, they came downstairs.

When it was time to leave, the little girl was still reluctant, asking pitifully:

"Mommy, when can I see Baba again?"

"When he's done with his work," Ziyan replied casually.

"When will Baba be done with his work?" Mengmeng asked.

Hearing the question, Zhang Han wanted to say, "Daddy's not busy."

But he ended up saying, "Daddy will be done soon. When I'm done, I'll come to pick you up. Be good at home."

"Mengmeng is very good, very good."

In the car, Mengmeng stood by the rear window, and Zhang Han couldn't help but remind her:

"Mengmeng! Remember the name Daddy gave you, don't use the foreign name."

This reminder made Ziyan roll her eyes in annoyance.

"Okay..." Mengmeng replied in a clear voice.

The car started, gradually driving away. Zhang Han stood there, his gaze fixed, until the car disappeared from sight. He then sighed and turned back to the hotel.

"Huh, that guy gave Emily a name?" Zhou Feifei, driving, huffed.

The last time in Beijing, when she accompanied Ziyan to meet Zhang Han, the argument between Zhang Han and Ziyan had already labeled Zhang Han as a scumbag.

And a scumbag who was down on his luck, with little ability and a big temper!

"He's very stubborn. He was unhappy when he heard Emily's name and said that since he's surnamed Zhang, Emily must also be surnamed Zhang," Ziyan said irritably.

When she gave birth to the little princess, she subconsciously chose the name Emily, perhaps fantasizing about building a family with the child's biological father. But as time went on, she was greatly disappointed, and that fantasy was shattered.

"Does that guy think too much?" Zhou Feifei said with a hint of disdain.

"Hmm!" Mengmeng, hearing this, was unhappy and said loudly, "Auntie Feifei, don't say bad things about Baba!"

This scene made Ziyan a bit surprised.

The Mengmeng of the past wouldn't have shouted so loudly! What was going on now?

Zhou Feifei's face froze, and she said helplessly:

"Alright, I won't say anything. Emily, why aren't you as gentle after staying with him for a few days?"

"I, I'm not called Emily," Mengmeng said.

"Then what are you called?" Zhou Feifei asked with a smile.

"I'm... Zhang Yumeng... Mengmeng... Mengmeng Meng!" The little princess said, extending her little hand cutely.

"Ha! That rough guy can actually come up with such a feminine name," Zhou Feifei said with a light smile, shaking her head.

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