His Genius Wife Is A Superstar novel Chapter 1415

Chapter 1415 Mayhem

This harmonious scene continued until the children began to feel drowsy. The Lu twins were the ones who fell asleep first. Their parents, Lu Zihao and Long Jinjing, took them away to their own bedroom. Then the Jin twins started nodding off as well. Iris and Jin Liwei also carried their babies to the master bedroom. Ice Cream followed them.

It was clear that Little Jun was also feeling sleepy, but the child was doing his best to keep awake. He hugged his father's neck and looked like he wanted to stay like that for the rest of the night.

"Time for bed, Little Jun." Jiang Ying Yue tried taking him, but the child refused to let go of his father. "Dada," Little Jun whimpered. "Dada, stay. Junjun want Dada." (Daddy, stay. Junjun wants Daddy.)

Long Hui's eyes were red and suspiciously moist. He also hugged his son and looked like he didn't want to let go.

Jiang Ying Yue was torn. She glanced at Lin Yehan, who looked as helpless as her.

"Lead the way to my son's bedroom," Long Hui told them. "I'll put Little Jun to bed."

She hesitated but eventually nodded and did just that.

Even when they arrived in the child's bedroom, Little Jun continued to act spoiled. He refused to sleep even when he kept on yawning. Long Hui helped bathe his son and even read him bedtime stories. Finally, in the middle of the fourth bedtime storybook, Little Jun could no longer hold on. The little guy eventually fell asleep.

All three adults released big sighs of relief. Long Hui kissed his son's forehead and caressed the child's face. He wanted to stamp this memory in his mind for the rest of his life. This was also the first time in a long time, ever since he and Jiang Ying Yue broke up, that he felt so peaceful.

Feeling peaceful in enemy territory, wasn't it ironic?

He almost laughed out loud—to mock himself.

But he knew that this peace would only last tonight. Everything would return to the shitty, harsh reality tomorrow. He was about to leave but felt a light tug on his shirt. He glanced down and saw that Little Jun was clutching the hem of his shirt tightly with his small hand despite being asleep. Jiang Ying Yue and Lin Yehan both saw the situation. Both felt complicated, especially Jiang Ying Yue. She had a lot of opinions against her ex but seeing her son acting so sticky like this with Long Hui made her feel guilty and terrible. Lin Yehan must have sensed her feelings because he patted her back, trying to reassure her. Long Hui sighed and worked on gently prying his son's little hand to let go of his shirt, but there was a soft yet sad smile on his face. When his shirt was freed, he didn't leave right away. Instead, he stared at his son and kissed the child a few times before leaving with a heavy heart.

Outside Little Jun's bedroom, the atmosphere changed in an instant. "We still need to talk about what your wife did to my son," Jiang Ying Yue announced.

"Alright." Long Hui knew that he couldn't escape this conversation. His expression turned cold, but he didn't bother glaring at Lin Yehan, who stuck close to Jiang Ying Yue. Long Hui felt exhausted after everything that happened today. He didn't have the energy to quarrel with his ex and her new lover tonight. He followed them to a nearby sitting area. Iris and Jin Liwei were already waiting there when they arrived. Long Hui wasn't surprised at their presence. After all, Iris and Jin Liwei were Little Jun's godparents.

The conversation didn't last for too long because none wanted to waste any time. All of them felt exhausted.

When it was over, Long Hui left and drove his own car out of Dragon Palace Home #10. He looked at the palatial mansion looming behind him through his rearview mirror.

As he drove farther and farther away, the weight on his shoulders seemed to return and become heavier and heavier.

For a moment, he didn't want to go back to his wife, to the life he had chosen.

But unfortunately, he couldn't turn back now. It was already too late.

The night sky was still dark. When the sun started to rise tomorrow, the ceasefire would end. And once again, it would be war.

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