House Dad's Literary Life

Chapter 172 – Until The End of The World

Mo Fei had already returned to the passenger seat. She saw Yang Yi coming back, and when he got into the car, she couldn’t wait to ask, “How was it? Did Xixi cry? How was her mood? Was there any problem?”

Yang Yi has adjusted himself. After all, men are still big hearted. He smiled and said, “Even if you didn’t ask me, I want to tell you, our daughter ah! She was raised really good. From the beginning, she was all smiling, and she didn’t cry when other children cried.”

“She didn’t cry?” Mo Fei looked a little lost.

“She cried when she learned that I wouldn’t be able to accompany her in the kindergarten. She shed tears but she was still very obedient and kept holding back her tears until I left.” Yang Yi thought about his daughter’s strong little face and felt very gratified in his heart.

However, when Mo Fei heard that, her nose became sour. She pouted, reached out to hit Yang Yi and said angrily, “You’re still smiling, your daughter is crying, and you’re still smiling! How can you smile?”

Yang Yi grabbed her hand and said, “I’m not smiling. I just think Xixi is much better than the other children…”

“You didn’t see it. One child cried so bitterly that the sound from his cry almost lifted the ceiling, and then his mother, too, probably felt uncomfortable when she heard him cry, burst into tears.” Yang Yi took these as after-dinner conversations and talked to Mo Fei, and did not notice that Mo Fei’s expression had changed from cloudy to heavy rain.

“Oh, I’m also a Mama, and I also feel uncomfortable in my heart.” Mo Fei endured it for a long time. From the moment Xixi got off the car, she suppressed her worry and reluctance in her heart. Now when Yang Yi said this, they all tumbled out.

Mo Fei first couldn’t help but burst into tears, then choked up and complained, sobbing.

“What’s wrong?” Yang Yi was ready to start the car, but now he didn’t even bother to insert the key. He turned to comfort Mo Fei.

But Mo Fei cried harder, even more than the last time Yang Yi annoyed her. Yang Yi was at a loss – he has done a lot of homework before, but none of them was to comfort adults!

“It’s all your fault. Making me cry with all that talk!” Mo Fei, with tears on her face and a pouted mouth, turned around complainingly and hammered Yang Yi’s chest with a pink fist.1

Yang Yi didn’t know what was going on, so he embraced her into his arms.

“Hmm…” Mo Fei’s crying came to a stop. She obviously didn’t expect Yang Yi to be so bold. Her little fist was on Yang Yi’s sturdy chest and she forgot to hammer it down.

“It’s okay, cry, cry, you’ll feel more comfortable after crying.” Yang Yi’s soft voice sounded in her ears.

It must be said that Mo Fei’s worry about Xixi still prevailed. She cried again in Yang Yi’s arms and said, “Yang Yi, I am worried about Xixi.”

“It’s all right, it’s all right.” Yang Yi patted Mo Fe’s slender back and gently coaxed, “there will always be such a process. When she gets used to it, she won’t cry anymore.”

“but I don’t want her to leave home.” Mo Fei sobbed in Yang Yi’s arms. She said, “Thinking about it makes me uncomfortable, woo.”

Yang Yi was puzzled and asked, “When children grow up, it is important to leave their parents’ wings, and in the first place, wasn’t it you who wanted Xixi to go to kindergarten?”

“Ouch!” Yang Yi felt that the soft meat around his waist had been pinched. This time, Mo Fei didn’t choose a place with muscle, so she found a piece of flesh that was not so hard and pinched it.

When the muscles were attacked, Yang Yi subconsciously tightened up, which drove Mo Fei’s little hand away.

Nevertheless, he still knew that he had said something wrong, and touched a sore spot. So, he hurriedly changed his words and said, “Don’t worry, aren’t I still here? If you’re really worried, I will not go anywhere today. I’ll climb to the roof and watch her secretly. I won’t let Xixi be touched by others!”

Mo Fei shook her head, her slightly curled hair under Yang Yi’s nose, exuding a faint fragrance, a bit like a lily.

“Then tonight, after I pick up Xixi, and ask her about her situation, I’ll call you and let you know. Or let Xixi call you. Anyway, you don’t have to worry about anything. You just need to know that you can leave everything to me!” Yang Yi said.

Under Yang Yi’s comfort, Mo Fei gradually stopped crying. She just sobbed gently in Yang Yi’s arms. After a while, she said, “I’m not going back today. I told Xiaojuan, I have to wait for Xixi.”

Yang Yi was stupefied and said happily, “That’s good. Let’s go back and I‘ll cook you a special meal for lunch, and then we’ll pick up Xixi together in the afternoon. Xixi will be very happy to see you!”

“Um…” Mo Fei was held in Yang Yi’s arms. Although there was a storage box in the middle and their posture was a little awkward, Mo Fei, who was tired from crying, felt that this support was very warm.

After Yang Yi hugged Mo Fei into his arms, his heart was beating fiercely! It wasn’t Mo Fei’s soft body that gave him much stimulation, although a JiuKuang’s2 body only needed a small fire to start a prairie fire, that wasn’t what Yang Yi was thinking about at the moment. That heartbeat, as if two different poles of magnet met, that kind of predestined attraction was at work!

If possible, Yang Yi hoped to embrace her until the end of the world.

Although it was not exactly appropriate to the situation, Yang Yi felt that his thought was just like the lyrics of that hot anime song: “Until the end of the world, I don’t want to part with you!”3

However, it was obvious that there was no need to wait until the end of the world. After all, Mo Fei was not a timid and lovable little4 type of woman. After she came to her senses, she felt that the quiet atmosphere in the car seemed to be wine-colored, a bit intoxicating and ambiguous.

Mo Fei raised her head, gently bit her red lower lip, looked at Yang Yi’s burning eyes and slightly angrily said, “How long are you going to hug me?”

Yang Yi had some difficulty in understanding Mo Fei’s mood, but he didn’t want to offend the beauty5, so he let go of her hand with a smile, although he was still a little reluctant to part.

The two sat back in their normal positions. Mo Fei reached out and lifted her tear-dampened hair and causally tucked it behind her ears.

“Here, wipe it.” Yang Yi affectionately handed over the pull-out paper box in the car.

“Um.” Mo Fei said in a low voice, feeling that she had just behaved a bit flustered.

In fact, it was normal. What mother, who send her children to school – whether it was a nearby kindergarten or far away university – would not feel distress or cry? If so, it was estimated that they were hiding their tears in the bottom of their hearts.

“Let’s go back!” Yang Yi started the Tyrant Wolf, released the clutch, stepped on the accelerator, and drove out.

After all, men are not as delicate as women. Yang Yi, this guy, couldn’t wait to take Mo Fei home. How could he still have his daughter in mind? Maybe there was – I’ll pick her up in the afternoon anyway! He probably thought so.

Only Mo Fei looked out of the window with some worry, still thinking, “I don’t know how Xixi is now. Is she scared? Is she still crying?”

What was Xixi doing now?