Surrounded by the Billionaire's Deep Doting

Chapter 1111 - 731: The Seven-Year Itch (Part 3)

"I know you can control the lights and the door with your phone, but... don’t try to control me."Su Xiaomeng’s words sounded casual, yet the weight they put on Yin Shixiu was significant.

Yin Shixiu stood there in a daze, unable to understand why his wife would use the word "control." After so many years of being together, how could the word "control" emerge between them?

After saying this, Su Xiaomeng didn’t care how Yin Shixiu reacted and simply closed the guest room door.

Yin Shixiu was left standing outside the guest room door...

He wasn’t sure how long he stood there or how long he thought...

All he knew was that when he came to his senses, a pair of bright black eyes, shaped very much like Su Xiaomeng’s but with a spirit more like his own, were staring up at him intently.

"Huaiyu, did Dad wake you?"

Yin Shixiu squatted down, meeting his son’s gaze.

In just the blink of an eye, it seemed, his son and daughter had already grown to seven years old.

Jinxi and Huaiyu weren’t tall among children their age; in fact, they were a bit short. Xiaomeng was worried as she often muttered about it, fearing that this height issue was inherited from her.

Xiaomeng wasn’t short. If Jinxi was like that, it would be fine—being a girl, having Xiaomeng’s height was considered good enough. She just worried Huaiyu wouldn’t grow tall.

Especially every time Xiaomeng went to school to pick the kids up and saw Jinxi and Huaiyu compared with their peers, it made her anxious. This anxiety only eased when the elders in the family confidently told Xiaomeng that the siblings wouldn’t stay short because both kids had extremely slim and long legs without much calf muscle.

Skeptical yet somewhat reassured, Xiaomeng was temporarily relieved.

"Dad, when did you come back?"

"Not long ago."

"Did you make Mom angry again?"

"... No, I didn’t."

Yin Shixiu instinctively denied it.

Yin Huaiyu touched his nose, pointing at the door of the closed guest room, "Then why is Mom sleeping in the guest room?"

"She..."

"Dad, I’m not Shuangsheng, can’t I see what’s going on?"

Yin Huaiyu’s expression, as if he had seen through everything, made Yin Shixiu quite embarrassed.

As they say, life is tough enough without tearing it apart, but Huaiyu seemed to enjoy unmasking his excuses and lies completely.

"Huaiyu, can you go back to sleep?"

"..."

Yin Huaiyu’s brows furrowed slightly and then suddenly said to Yin Shixiu,

"Dad, if Mom goes back to the country, I want to go back and study with her."

Yin Shixiu didn’t expect Yin Huaiyu to say this suddenly. "Did your mom... ask for your opinions?"

Yin Huaiyu nodded.

"How did she ask you?"

"Just like that, she asked if I and Shuangshuang were willing to study back home if Mom worked there again."

"Did Mom tell you that Dad’s work focus is in London for the next two years? If you all go back..."

"Yeah, she mentioned it, but I think it’s the same whether we go back or not. Dad’s visits are already short, and sometimes it’s like today—coming back in the middle of the night and leaving the next morning."

Yin Huaiyu shrugged, showing little sadness on his face, instead displaying a calmness that seemed accustomed to it.

Even knowing that his son’s mind was more mature than his peers, Yin Shixiu was still upset by Yin Huaiyu’s reaction.

Was he really coming back so infrequently?

"Dad, I’m going back to bed. Goodnight."

Yin Huaiyu greeted Yin Shixiu before heading to his room.

Yin Shixiu pressed his lips together, his chest surging with conflicting emotions.