Time and you are my fault

Early in the morning of the first day of the new year.

Chu Yi was woken up by Zong Yanzu.

She opened her eyes in a daze, she slept late last night, it was only eight o'clock now, and she was still sleepy.

He was carried by the man to the bathroom to wash up, then changed his clothes and went downstairs.

She yawned again and again, making Mr. Zong feel distressed, "Why don't you sleep for a while."

Chu Yi was sitting on a chair in the dining room, with tears in her eyes, "Zong Yanqi said, today is the first day of the new year, you have to get up early, or you will delay doing things this year until very late."

Mr. Zong looked disapproving, and looked at his grandson who came out of the kitchen with dumplings, "When did you become more superstitious than an old man like me!"

Chu Yi covered her little mouth and bent over with a smile, and said to the old man in a low voice, "Grandpa, he is very superstitious now, and he will make a wish on a shooting star!"

Zong Yanqi watched the one big and one small whispering there, feeling helpless, but at the same time very satisfied with such a comfortable and peaceful atmosphere.

"Huh? Why are my dumplings different from yours?" Chu Yi looked at the dumplings on the plate in front of her, their shapes were a bit strange.

The face of the man on the side tightened, "Is it delicious?"

Chu Yi took a bite, "It tastes like dumplings."

She turned her head to look at the man, not missing the disappointment flashing in his eyes, and immediately noticed something was wrong.

Couldn't Zong Yanzu wrap this up with his own hands?

Cheng Xiangyi lowered his head and smiled secretly, while Zong Mucheng yelled twice, "Someone got up at six o'clock and asked Aunt Zhou to teach him how to make dumplings. I don't know how many dumplings were wasted..."

Before she finished speaking, a large dumpling was stuffed into Mucheng's mouth.

Chuy secretly took the man's hand from under the table, and squeezed it boldly, "Did you do it yourself?"

The man snorted proudly, "Since they all taste the same, then you can eat something else."

Chuy hurriedly held down the plate, "No way!"

He tilted his head to look at her, and could see the smile on her fair cheeks.

"My babies said that they want to eat the dumplings made by Dad." Chu Yi seriously moved the plate to him.

I caught one with the chopsticks, and stuffed it all into my mouth with the sauce on it.

"They also said that Dad's cooking was very delicious."

Since Zong Yanchu woke up, this was the first time he heard such a title from Chu Yi.

The word "father" is both familiar and unfamiliar to Zong Yanxi.

The sense of responsibility that gave him a new identity was completely released at this second, in this smoky morning of the first day of the new year.

He really is a father.

There are two little lives that will run towards him and Chuy.

Moisture suddenly appeared in the fundus of his eyes. Seeing the gentle smile on the eyes of the little woman, he couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Chu Yi blinked her big eyes and was stunned for a while.

Then, amidst Zong Mucheng's joking laughter, she blushed, "Why are you..."

Knowing that Chu Yi is thin-skinned, Zong Yanchu stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of her hair, then looked at his sister beside him, "Hey what, you're not too young, hurry up and find a stable boyfriend."

When Zong Mucheng heard this, his eyes widened, and he slipped away in fear.

After New Year's Eve, the Zong family welcomed wave after wave of visits from relatives.

The offshoots of the Zong family with their own minds came here under the pretense of visiting Mr. Zong during the New Year. In fact, they wanted to see if Zong Yanxi was really so lucky that he narrowly escaped from the car accident.

On the seventh day of the lunar new year, the small restaurant for banquets was opened, and dozens of close relatives of the clan were seated one after another.

All eyes were fixed on the slender figure walking in through the glass door of the dining room.

The man was dressed in casual home clothes, and his figure was tall and handsome. It seemed that because of a car accident, he looked a little thinner, but he seemed to be the same as before.

Everyone was thinking secretly, and then they saw the man turn around and reach out his hand to the person behind him.

He carefully supported the woman's waist and arms, taking good care of her.

Everyone was taken aback, isn't this Chu Yi?

Aren't the two already divorced?
But immediately, everyone saw the bulging curvature of the woman's waist and abdomen.

pregnant!

Chu Yi married into the clan for five years, and was ridiculed secretly by countless relatives, saying that she was a hen that couldn't lay eggs.

There are also countless people who are calculating and stuffing their trustworthy people to Zong Yanzhu. Once they are pregnant with a man and a half woman, they will occupy a pivotal position in the Zong family.

But now, Chewie is pregnant.

Moreover, the Zong family can be said to hold her in their hands for fear of falling.

Seeing the two people coming, Mr. Zong quickly pointed to the chair next to him, "Yiyi sit here."

"Okay, Grandpa." Chu Yi sat down obediently, and greeted the elders and relatives.

"Yiyi has been lethargic recently, so I didn't ask her to come down to meet you." Mr. Zong saw that some people were about to speak out, and blocked everyone's mouths with one sentence.

Zong Qinglan pursed her lips when she received the majestic gaze of the old man.

Since Zong Qinglan was kicked out by Zong Yanqi himself last time, she has been holding a breath in her heart.

However, with her interests at the forefront, she could only bear with it and plead with the old man to attend this year's banquet.

But she really didn't like Chu Yi a hundred times.

"Yiyi has been pregnant for several months, and I haven't heard anything about it before." Zong Qinglan looked at Chu Yi with a half-smile.

Chu Yi put down her chopsticks, "Aunt Qinglan also gave birth to a baby in five months, so I know it's not appropriate to make a big show of it in the first three months."

"But you and Yanxiu weren't divorced before, now..."

"If the food is not to your taste, you can tell the kitchen and ask them to make it again." Zong Yancuo put a piece of stuffed meat on the plate in front of Chu Yi.

But what he said, everyone present knew who he was speaking to.

Zong Qinglan's chest heaved with anger, "Yanxiu, I haven't finished my words yet, why do you need to block my words?"

Zong Yanzu smiled faintly, "Yiyi's pregnancy is hard, I don't want her to hear things that make her unhappy, everyone, eat at ease, and if you have any questions after dinner, come and ask me."

Everyone fell silent, even the chopsticks stopped.

"As for the marital status of Yiyi and I, you don't have to worry. After the child is born, the wedding invitation will be sent to your house."

When the last word was pronounced, his gaze met Shang Zong Qinglan's eyes.

The coldness in the man's black eyes made people shudder.

And the meaning in his words is also very clear, they will remarry, and even hold a make-up wedding.

Chu Yi tilted her head to look at him, her eyes and mood were complicated.

Everyone is asking around, asking about their relationship.

He has only one attitude towards everyone, he will not separate, he will remarry, and he will hold a wedding.

But he never said a word to her.

Chu Yi felt that maybe she was too hypocritical.

Now that she has children, she is still thinking about what is there and what is not.

He lowered his head, picked up his chopsticks again, and poked at the stuffed meat in the bowl, but felt that all the food had lost its taste.

Zong Yanchu seemed to notice the depression of the woman beside him, and Leng Jun frowned slightly.