RPAGF Chapter 182: Reunion
Chapter 182: Reunion
Chapter 182: Chapter 182: ReunionLittle Zhiyu threw himself into the woman’s arms, his small hands clinging tightly to her clothes, as if fearing she would abandon him again.
Lin Zihan and Lin Jian stood there, mouths gaping open, too shocked to shut them.
"Is that, is that our Auntie?"
Lin Zihan rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"Similar, yet slightly different." Lin Jian scratched his head, observing the woman’s features carefully before hesitantly making this remark.
"Auntie looks thinner than her."
Lin Jian, who was only five years old two years ago, has a blurry memory of his aunt’s appearance. The only detail he clearly remembers is that she was very thin, with a sharp face.
"Mommy!"
The little one clung to her and was reluctant to let go, his voice filled with deep affection.
Mommy is back!
"Pup...no, Zhiyu?"
Nanzhi, looking at the little one in her arms, didn’t recognize him immediately. How had Zhiyu grown so much?
These two years, Shen Zhiyu has been well nourished. His face has filled out a bit, and he’s grown remarkably taller.
"Mommy...why, why did you only just come back?"
Even though the little one always appeared so composed, he was, after all, only five years old. Not having seen his mommy in two years, he couldn’t help but shed tears when he was once again held in her arms.
"Zhiyu, be good, don’t cry, Mommy is back." Holding the little one in her arms, Nanzhi quickly tried to comfort him.
"Nan...Nanzhi?"
Shen Wenchen watched the scene of mother and son recognizing each other, but didn’t dare to approach, fearing that this was just a dream.
In the past two years, he often dreamed of his wife. But every time he ran towards her eagerly, the dream would always shatter just as he was about to touch her.
Later, whenever he dreamed of her, he just stood quietly to the side, hoping to get a few more moments with her.
"Ah, you’re here too..." After comforting Shen Zhiyu for a while, Nanzhi finally noticed Shen Wenchen, who stood there staring at her like a fool.
"Zihan, come here."
Rather than responding to Nanzhi, Shen Wenchen beckoned to Lin Zihan standing on the side.
Although Lin Zihan was utterly confused, he obediently went over out of respect for his elder.
"Uncle Shen, what do you need me for?"
Shen Wenchen stretched out his hand to pinch his face, then asked, "Does it hurt?"
Even though Shen Wenchen, a martial artist, had restrained himself, he still left two small red marks on Lin Zihan’s face.
"Ouch!"
"Here, this is some pocket money from Uncle."
"Okay!"
Watching Lin Zihan joyfully run off with his silver, Shen Wenchen finally got the courage to walk towards Nanzhi.
"What are you doing?"
Nanzhi, cradling Shen Zhiyu, was becoming tired. Seeing Wenchen not coming over to help, and even harassing a child, she was a little annoyed.
Shen Wenchen quickly stepped forward, pulling his wife and child tightly into an embrace.
Little Zhiyu was upset at the moment and made a few whimpering noises as he continued to cling to Nanzhi, despite being squashed in between his parents.
Nanzhi felt uncomfortable being embraced by the father and son in this manner. As she was about to pull away, she felt something warm dripping onto her neck.
Initially, she thought Zhiyu was crying, but quickly realized the little one was nestled against her chest.
So it was Shen Wenchen...was he crying?
Nanzhi ceased her struggle, allowing him to hold her close.
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