Stealing Your Heart (Lin Xinyan) novel Chapter 809

Click. Just then, the door swung open and Zong Qifeng entered with the kids. Zong Yanxi was holding a string that led up to a balloon twisted in the shape of a butterfly. As she ran over, the butterfly bobbed in the air, looking like it was flapping its wings.

She immediately asked, “Where’s my little brother?”

She wanted to give him the balloon.

Zong Yanchen crossed his arms before his chest. He’s a boy. He won’t like something as girly as a butterfly!

Zhuang Zijin exited the room and said, “The baby’s asleep. Don’t go bothering him now.”

The little girl pouted before throwing herself at Zong Jinghao. She cried out sweetly, “Daddy!”

Zong Jinghao lifted her into his lap, tucking her wind-mussed hair back behind her ears. His voice was soft as he asked, “What did you do today?”

Zong Yanxi proceeded to recount all the places they had been to him.

Zong Qifeng greeted Shen Peichuan before he headed back to his room. He was getting on in the years now and bringing two energetic kids around the whole day had exhausted him.

Zong Yanchen sat down off to the side. His back was ramrod straight, making him appear more mature than his actual age. He was staring at his sister cuddling in their father’s embrace.

Shen Peichuan patted the little boy’s head. “I realize you’ve been growing quieter and quieter.”

Zong Yanchen’s voice was indifferent as he replied, “How else am I supposed to act? Am I supposed to be like Yanxi and let Daddy put me in his lap? I’m a big boy now! I’m not doing something so humiliating!”

Shen Peichuan snickered at his words.

Zong Yanxi glared at her brother and huffed. “Yanchen, you’re just jealous that Daddy’s hugging me and not you, right?”

“Hah! As if I’m that childish!” With that said, the little boy slipped off the couch and headed deeper into the house.

A grin tugged at Shen Peichuan’s lips as he looked at Zong Jinghao. “Yanchen is becoming more and more like you.”

“I’m like Daddy too!” Zong Yanxi threw her arms around her father’s neck and asked, “Daddy, am I like you?”

Pinching her cheeks, Zong Jinghao answered in the affirmative.

Truthfully, Zong Yanxi and Zong Yanchen both looked a lot like him. Their newest child, however, was more similar in appearance to Lin Xinyan.

“I wanna go see my little brother!” Zong Yanxi squirmed off her father’s lap.

“Try to keep it down. Don’t wake him, okay?” Zong Jinghao reminded.

“I will!” The little girl ran off with her butterfly balloon floating along behind her.

Half an hour later, it was time for dinner.

Sang Yu was helping Aunt Yu place the finished dishes on the table while Lin Xinyan was in the kitchen. Since the baby was already asleep, Zhuang Zijin was also able to chip in. Not being needed in the kitchen anymore, Lin Xinyan washed her hands and made her way to Zong Qifeng’s room. She raised a hand to knock when she noticed the door was ajar. Through the large crack in the door, she could vaguely see Zong Qifeng standing on the balcony. The man seemed to be coughing.

The sliding door was shut tight, almost like he was afraid someone would hear him coughing.

Lin Xinyan rapped on the room door, catching his attention. He immediately came in from the balcony.

“Dad, are you sick?” she asked in concern. She noted the wan look on his face.

He froze briefly before hurriedly waving his hand. “I’m fine. It’s just a cold.”

She nodded and offered, “We have some medicine in the house. I’ll bring some for you later.”

“I’ve already bought some.”