House Dad's Literary Life Chapter 233

Chapter 233 – Mother Nan’s Thoughts

Xixi regarded this matter as an important task.

The next morning, Yang Yi woke her up. While the little girl was still nestled in her warm blanket, half-asleep, she mumbled to her father, “Papa, are we going to see Qiqi?”

During breakfast, Xixi kept asking, “Papa, when are we leaving?”

Helpless, Yang Yi had to quickly tidy up the tableware and began to help Xixi contact the parents of her several little friends.

The first person to contact, of course, was Yang Guo, in order to understand Yang Luoqi’s current condition.

Yang Guo was happy about Xixi and their visit. After Yang Yi finished the call, he smiled at Xixi and said, “Good news, Qiqi’s cold has improved a lot now. She basically doesn’t sneeze anymore, but she still has a slight cough. Let’s go to Qiqi’s house to see her later.”

“Great! Great!” The little girl happily danced on the floor, her heart soaring.

Subsequently, Yang Yi made phone calls to the fathers of Lan Xin, Chen s.h.i.+yun, and Nan Zhaoyu one by one.

Lan Zhoukai was not at home as he was on a business trip again. However, he knew about the situation and provided Yang Yi with his driver’s phone number. Lan Zhoukai attached more importance to his own daughter and didn’t pay much attention to other children’s illness. He simply allowed Lan Xin to visit if she wanted to visit.

There were twists and turns with Chen s.h.i.+yun. Chen Guoqiang reluctantly told Yang Yi that s.h.i.+yun’s mother would not allow her to visit Qiqi.

Chen Guoqiang’s thoughts were actually similar to Yang Yi’s, but Chen s.h.i.+yun’s mother worked as a nurse and knew the horror of the flu. No matter how much Chen s.h.i.+yun cried and pleaded, she was not allowed to go.

As for Nan Zhaoyu, Yang Yi actually wanted his parents to be like Chen s.h.i.+yun’s mother… After all, thinking of his daughter inviting another little boy to ride in their car, although he didn’t want to embarra.s.s his daughter, he has always been unhappy in his heart!

However, Nan Zhaoyu’s mother was very happy. She gave Yang Yi their home address and a.s.sured him that he could come anytime to pick up her son without any worries…

Little did Yang Yi know that Nan Zhaoyu’s mother didn’t even consider the issue of whether the cold would be contagious. She was more concerned about her son being cooped up at home, reciting poetry every day, and ending up like his father, a bookworm, wasting his time until he was in his forties or fifties before getting married. That would be a disaster!

Now that this stinky kid was invited by a girl to go out and play, Nan Zhaoyu’s mother was already grateful beyond words. She had no time to think about anything else.

Of course, Yang Yi didn’t know Nan Zhaoyu’s mother’s thoughts. If he knew, he probably wouldn’t let Nan Zhaoyu ride in his car, even if it cost him his life.

“Well, Chen s.h.i.+yun can’t come now, but both Xin’er and Nan Zhaoyu can go.” Yang Yi reported to Xixi.

“Chen s.h.i.+yun can’t come?” The little girl was a bit disappointed, but she quickly regained her happy demeanor because she still had two little friends. “Then Papa, let’s hurry and leave!”

Yang Yi picked up Xixi and went to Nan Zhaoyu’s house to pick up the little boy, then they went to meet Lan Xin at her house.

“I want to ride in Xixi’s daddy’s car! I don’t want to ride in yours!” Lan Xin saw that Nan Zhaoyu’s mother didn’t come along, and there was an vacant seat in the car, so she shouted that she wanted to sit with her little friend.

“The front pa.s.senger seat cannot be used by children,” Yang Yi kindly advised. However, Lan Xin pouted and kept holding Xixi’s hand, refusing to listen.

“Mr. Yang, how about letting the children all ride in the boss’s car?” the driver suggested a solution. He brought out the extended version of the Lan family’s sedan, and Yang Yi temporarily parked his Tyrant Wolf at Lan’s house. Then everyone got into the luxury car.

Now everyone was happy. Lan Xin, Xixi, and Nan Zhaoyu were sitting together, their faces filled with excitement. They rolled around, played, and their little feet left creases on the genuine leather sofa in the extended car compartment.

Yang Yi couldn’t bear to watch and helplessly turned his head, letting them chatter, shout, and make a fuss.

“I told you, Chen s.h.i.+yun is a scaredy-cat!” Somehow, Lan Xin began to criticize the absent Chen s.h.i.+yun. She hummed and said, “She didn’t dare to come. If I knew, I wouldn’t have invited her!”

“Mmm, mmm!” Nan Zhaoyu was quite shy and usually didn’t speak loudly, but being with his little friends, he became a bit more lively.

“I really want Chen s.h.i.+yun to come too! Chen s.h.i.+yun, Xin’er, Nan Zhaoyu, and Qiqi playing all together,” Xixi said.

“You forgot to mention yourself, Xixi,” Lan Xin giggled.

With the address, Lan Zhoukai’s driver quickly took them to where Yang Luoqi lived. Of course, Yang Guo, being an ordinary university professor, couldn’t live in a big villa like Lanzhou Kai. Their home was a small apartment in an elevator building in a residential area, a house of over 100 square meters, not big but not small either.

It was Yang Luoqi’s mother who opened the door for the children. Yang Luoqi’s mother, Wu Yue, was an ordinary white-collar worker, but she was beautiful and had a similar temperament to Yang Guo—gentle and virtuous. It was said that she could dance, and Yang Luoqi learned from her. When she opened the door, Wu Yue was wearing an ap.r.o.n, preparing lunch.

“h.e.l.lo Qiqi’s mom!” Xixi, Lan Xin, and Nan Zhaoyu had all met her before. They crowded at the door and called out sweetly as soon as they saw her.

“Wow, you all came? h.e.l.lo, h.e.l.lo!” Wu Yue smiled and said, “Qiqi, come out quickly. Xixi, Xin’er, and Zhaoyu came to see you!”

The little ones rushed in eagerly, and Yang Yi greeted Wu Yue and Yang Guo, who had just stood up from the sofa to greet them.

At this moment, the door of a room opened, and a little girl ran out happily. Her previously sickly little face seemed to be much more refreshed and rosy now.

“Xixi! Xin’er! Zhaoyu!” Yang Luoqi happily held her little friends’ hands. Although she didn’t shout and scream like Xixi and Lan Xin, she was also beaming with joy.

“Qiqi, I missed you so much!” Xixi’s phrase “I missed you so much” has almost become her catchphrase.

“I missed you too, Qiqi. Are you feeling better now?” Lan Xin’s voice was particularly loud, and her words echoed throughout the room.

These two girls occupied Yang Luoqi’s attention, and Nan Zhaoyu could only watch and care from the side.

“Yeah, but I still cough sometimes and feel a bit uncomfortable.” Yang Luoqi nodded, touching her throat and speaking softly.

Her voice was still a bit hoa.r.s.e, but with the care of her friends, Yang Luoqi felt that her illness was almost over.

Returning his gaze from the children, Yang Guo smiled and said to Yang Yi, “How about having a simple meal at my place for lunch?”

“How can we do that? There are so many people,” Yang Yi politely said.

“Why be so polite?” Yang Guo patted Yang Yi’s shoulder and smiled. “Wu Yue heard that you all were coming, so she bought a lot of ingredients and wanted to cook delicious dishes for the children. The food is already prepared!”

“Yang Yi, my cooking skills may not be as good as yours, but since you’re here, give it a try and give me some pointers.” Wu Yue smiled openly.

“Not at all, not at all!” Yang Yi stopped declining at this point. He smiled and said, “Alright then, we’ll have lunch at your place today. Thank you, sister-in-law.”

Yang Yi went over to announce the news to the little ones, and Xixi and the others cheered in excitement.

“Qiqi, we’re going to have a meal at your house!” Xixi said happily. “Your Mama’s cooking is really delicious!”

“Hehe, I’m so happy too!” Yang Luoqi, this quiet little girl, couldn’t help but hold hands with her little friends and jump up with joy.