Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space novel Chapter 499

Chapter 499: Chapter 384: Precocious

Back in the provincial city, all the mundane affairs followed.

Seeing that the next day was time to set off, Mr. Lin started going out frequently.

Zhang Guoqing accompanied him twice in one day. After all the social interactions, he already knew the answer in his heart.

Returning to the guesthouse, he picked up his son and found a place with Zhou Jiao.

"Jiao Jiao, I think from the situation, the old man should have discussed the matters about the Lin brothers with those old men. Now he’s probably seeking where they can find opportunities."

Zhou Jiao chuckled, "This side may be settled, but what about the Northwest? Let him busy himself."

Zhang Guoqing looked around and whispered, "Aren’t you curious about who he wants to meet tonight?"

"Who?"

"Uncle Madman! He asked me to call him."

Zhou Jiao furrowed her brows lightly, "Did you agree? Wouldn’t Uncle Madman misunderstand?"

"How could I refuse without calling? I said the old man asked me to call him out for something. Uncle Madman isn’t a fool; he should get the hint. I’ll leave later. Sigh... what a situation."

Zhou Jiao smiled and patted him, "If things don’t seem right, come back. You don’t need to compromise yourself for the Lin brothers. If you’re not pleased, just say it directly; we don’t owe the Lin Family."

Zhang Guoqing nodded, "I’ll see how it goes. If the old man makes demands in the name of my father, I will refuse. Tonight, make sure you and our son get a good night’s sleep. When they leave tomorrow, we’ll let our son have some fun."

With that, Zhang Guoqing affectionately patted Ping’an’s head, "I originally wanted our son to have a good time. Now, these past few days, he’s been so quiet. Son, tomorrow Dad will take you to the streets, you can get whatever you like and talk as much as you want."

Zhou Jiao rolled her eyes at him, reached out to take the child, but even with her arm sore from holding out, the child wouldn’t come over.

"Forget it, I’ll carry him inside first. I haven’t held him much today; our son must miss his Dad, right? Tell Mom if you want to eat anything tonight, okay?"

Back at the guesthouse, Zhang Guoqing discovered something strange—after seeing everyone, Ping’an clung tightly to his neck and refused to come down.

The husband and wife exchanged glances.

No matter who tried to coax Ping’an down, he shook his head.

Everyone laughed heartily seeing this, offering toys and fruits to entice him, but he just buried his head in Zhang Guoqing’s shoulder and wouldn’t lift it.

Only when Zhou Jiao called him would he lift his head to take a glance before clutching his father’s neck tighter and burying his face again.

In desperation, Zhang Guoqing looked at Mr. Lin.

Seeing that the scheduled time was approaching, Mr. Lin laughed and instructed Zhang Guoqing to take the child along.

Not even an hour had passed when Zhang Guoqing returned to the guesthouse holding his son by himself.

In the room, everyone curiously watched the father and son duo.

"How come you came back so soon?"

Zhang Guoqing, who couldn’t help but laugh, said he couldn’t bear to upset his son and chuckled, "The child is a bit sleepy. There’s nothing much for me to do there, so I came back first. The old man is accompanied by a guard and will be back later."

Hearing his explanation, everyone quickly moved to another room to continue chatting, letting the couple take care of the child’s bedtime first.

Once the others had left, Zhang Guoqing quickly closed the door and laughed, "You little rascal! You almost tricked your own dad."

Zhou Jiao watched as Ping’an, who showed no signs of sleepiness, walked over with his little legs to rummage through the luggage and pulled out a bag of toys. She looked over at Zhang Guoqing in confusion.

"Haha...as soon as we got there. Seeing Uncle Madman, Ping’an reached out to be held. Uncle Madman was overjoyed, asking if Ping’an still remembered him while continuously feeding him pastries.

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