Chapter 758 New Elite in the Medical Field (5)
After a brief silence, Qin Jiran seemed to realize something and said, "Let it be. It’s better to not meet than to meet. If he really has come to terms with it, that’s good." After all, he had come to terms with it long ago. Just like that saying, it’s better to not meet than to meet, he was past the age of craving paternal love. Moreover, the most important thing was that he was very happy now. His life was completely without regrets, and he didn’t need anything else to fill any voids.
"I feel the same way," Su Yanyi agreed.
In October, Qin Jiran finished shooting in Country Q and returned to his homeland. However, this time, he came back with work to do. The A-city ambassador needed to film a short clip. He only rested for one day upon his return before jumping back into the hectic work schedule.
Fortunately, the shoot only took three days to complete, two days ahead of schedule, which gave him two additional days to spend with Yanyi and the kids.
At nearly nine months old, the baby was already very agile. Moreover, because of frequent video calls, there was no unfamiliarity between Little Tangyuan and Qin Jiran. In fact, the short separation made Tangyuan even more inclined to stick close to Qin Jiran, eliciting a sweetness that made Su Yanyi somewhat jealous—but she couldn’t tell if she was jealous of her husband or her child.
Qin Jiran, of course, enjoyed being close to the children. Holding one plump baby in each arm, he kissed one and then the other. Both babies returned the affection, clinging to Qin Jiran’s neck and pressing their little faces against his, sweetly calling him "Daddy," which melted his heart.
"Holding both of them, doesn’t it feel like weightlifting?" Su Yanyi pinched the chubby faces of the babies, teasing the two children.
"Hehe, it’s a good kind of heavy," Qin Jiran jested, shaking his arms a bit. They were indeed a little heavy, but it felt really good—soft and squishy, like holding two meatballs.
"They’re like two balls," Su Yanyi said earnestly, making a genuine observation and not at all implying any disdain for the two little ones.
"Haha, isn’t that what you were thinking when you named them? Little Meatball and Little Glutinous Rice Ball—aren’t they both round?" Qin Jiran laughed joyfully. His own children, no matter what they looked like, were the most adorable to him.
"Ball! Ball!" Little Meatball was really fond of talking. His linguistic talent was extremely high; every time there was a new phrase to learn, he was the first to master it. In this regard, Glutinous Rice Ball was considerably slower.