Ever since Wen Nuan became the president of Qianyu, Zhan Nanxian has refused to go back to work. No matter how hard she tries, he always has thousands of plausible reasons that she cannot refute, and he convinces her again and again to let him live freely.
When their first son, Zhan Chengyin, was born, the two had the following conversation.
"Nan Xian, when will you return to work?" The handsome man, immersed in the mixed emotions of shock and happiness of being a father for the first time, became very talkative because the emperor was very pleased with the birth of his son.
"Baby, whatever time you say, the mother of the child is the most important in the world, I will listen to you."
"Really?" Wen Nuan was overjoyed.
"Well, but there is one thing. Can you let me satisfy my desire to be a father first?" Wen Nuan smiled, "No problem." It is estimated that the novelty will wear off in less than half a month.
"Okay, then it's settled. I'll consider going back to work after my son can call me dad." "What?!" the man argued, "How can I fulfill my desire to be his 'dad' if my son can't call me dad?" A soft pillow hit him on the head.
By the time Zhan Chengyin learned to call "Dad", their second daughter Zhan Yangge was born.
Wen Nuan asked again, "Nan Xian, isn't it time for you to go back to work?" "Baby, you make me so sad. Our daughter was just born, and you ask me to leave her?" Two or three soft pillows rustled in succession.
Spring passed and winter came, and that summer they welcomed their youngest son Zhan Qingbei.
"Nan Xian, you—" "Baby, don't you think we need to treat the three children fairly? How can I just abandon Bei Bei and go back to Qianyu to work? That's definitely not what a father should do." Countless stray bullets bombarded the pillow.
Later, when they talked about this topic again before going to bed, he stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms, his lips slightly curved, "Baby, do you think you are better at management and decision-making, you or me?" "Of course you are." Otherwise, why would she keep hoping that he would return to Qianyu? "Let me ask you another question, who is more important to you, the company or the children?" "Do I need to ask this?" "Answer me." "The children." She was willing to give everything for them.
"Ok, I am more capable than you, and the child is more important than the company. So, let me take care of the child and you manage the company. Isn't this the most suitable division of labor? Baby." Wen Nuan was speechless. She knew he was making excuses, but she couldn't refute him.
After this night, Wen Nuan finally gave up lobbying, and in the years that followed she still returned to Qianyu every day to take charge of this or that development plan. However, Zhan Nanxian, who was a free and easy person, was only interested in staying in the Zhan house and being a happy dad.
Time flies, and the children grow up gradually.
One day, Zhan Chengyin was reading a book, while Yangge and Qingbei were demonstrating their newly bought weapons. They were fighting back and forth, and the hall was filled with the flashing of swords and sabers.
One was having fun, and threatened while fighting, "I'll blow you up with a tank later." The other threatened back, "I'll blow you up with a plane." Cheng Yin couldn't stand the interruption, so he put his book aside, raised his head, and smiled faintly, "If you keep making noise, I'll send you two to your aunt's house in one swift kick."
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it’s already three or four years later.