“Yes, Daddy, we’re your babies.”
“Father, Sis and I are both your babies. We don’t dislike you.”
Yan Shiyao and Yan Shijun looked at each other and smiled.
They had successfully met their father.
“Come, come. Let’s sit down and talk.”
Jing Mocong bent down and spread his arms, effortlessly lifting both children into his embrace.
He turned and walked into the burger restaurant, finding the cleanest sofa before sitting down.
Yan Shijun let out an amazed exclamation.
“Wow! Sis, Daddy is so strong. He can carry both of us.”
Hearing those words, Jing Mocong suddenly felt a wave of inexplicable bitterness in his heart.
Even his nose stung.
“How… how did you know I was your… ahem… Daddy?”
His gaze couldn’t help wandering back and forth between the two little faces.
They looked so much alike.
One resembled him, while the other resembled Yan Yu.
There was no need to pay for a paternity test.
“Mommy admitted it herself,” Yan Shiyao said.
Jing Mocong looked astonished.
“Your mommy admitted it herself? Then why didn’t she tell me?”
Ever since reuniting with Yan Yu over the past few days, she had never mentioned it once.
Why hadn’t she told him that she had given birth to his two children?
The thought left a heavy feeling in his chest.
“Mommy said she was afraid we’d dislike you,” Yan Shijun answered honestly.
Then he looked at Jing Mocong expectantly.
“Daddy, don’t be sad. We don’t dislike you.”
Jing Mocong smiled.
“Then I should thank you both. What are your names?”
“My name is Yan Shijun. My nickname is Junjun. SisSis is Yan Shiyao, and her nickname is Yaoyao.”
Both children carried Yan Yu’s surname.
That made Jing Mocong even more certain they were his children.
“Why would your mommy think you’d dislike me?” he asked in confusion.
“We don’t know either. We only know…” Yan Shiyao looked at Yan Shijun.
Yan Shijun immediately understood.
Using his soft, childish voice, he began imitating Qiao Zi, while Yan Shiyao imitated their mommy, Yan Yu.
The siblings vividly reenacted the entire conversation they had overheard that day in the flower shop.
When they finished, Yan Shiyao frowned worriedly.
“But Mommy whispered the last part into Godmother Qiao’s ear so quietly that Younger Brother and I couldn’t hear what she said.”
There was no need for them to have heard it.
From the conversation alone, Jing Mocong could already guess what Yan Yu had said to her friend.
That day, after he had gone to Yan Yu for treatment, she must have assumed the woman he was talking about was someone else.
That was why she had believed the children would end up disliking him as their father.
Tsk…
So this was what it felt like to shoot himself in the foot.
Young Master Jing had finally experienced it firsthand.
Jing Mocong looked up.
The icy coldness in his eyes gradually melted away like snow, replaced by warm sunshine.
Opening his arms, he smiled.
“My children, I really am your Daddy. Come here. Let me hold you.”
The twins exchanged a glance.
Neither of them moved.
Jing Mocong felt a little awkward.
“Do you still have some concerns?”
Yan Shiyao nodded.
“Daddy, are you rich? Can you even afford to support yourself?”
“Of course. Your Daddy is the richest man in Shengjing. How could I possibly not afford to support myself? I can support both of you and your mommy too.”
Yan Shijun blinked.
“What’s the richest man?”
“It means the wealthiest person in this city.”
“Wow! Daddy, you’re so rich! Sis, we don’t have to support Daddy anymore, and Mommy doesn’t have to support him either!”
Yan Shijun’s eyes curved into happy crescents.
“So what are we waiting for?” Yan Shiyao said, patting the table.
Yan Shijun immediately understood.
He slid off the sofa, ran straight toward Jing Mocong, and threw himself into his arms.
Yan Shiyao followed right behind him and buried herself in Jing Mocong’s embrace as well.
“Daddy.”
“Daddy.”
Each sweet cry of “Daddy” melted Jing Mocong’s heart.
A warmth he had never known enveloped his cold, lonely heart, making him unwilling to let go.
“Yes~~ Yaoyao… Junjun~~”
Jing Mocong deliberately softened his voice as he called their names, hugging them tightly.
Feeling their Daddy’s affection, Yan Shijun struggled to poke his little head out from between Jing Mocong’s arms.
His bright black eyes looked at him curiously.
“Daddy, why didn’t you know we existed?”
“Because Daddy was an idiot.”
Jing Mocong’s long, dark eyes dimmed.
“I thought I’d never be able to have children in this lifetime, so I never knew you existed.”
Five years ago, when they had met at the hospital, Yan Yu had already been carrying Junjun and Yaoyao.
When she had asked him for money back then, she probably hadn’t been asking for compensation for herself.
She had been asking him for child support.
Guilt quietly spread through Jing Mocong’s heart.
He let out a long sigh before the corners of his lips slowly lifted.
“I’m going to find your mommy right now.”
He couldn’t wait any longer.
Today, he was going to take Yan Yu to register their marriage.
“Mommy isn’t here,” Yan Shiyao said.
“She went out this morning. We don’t know where she went.”
“I see.”
Jing Mocong could only suppress his urge to look for Yan Yu.
For now, he focused on spending time with the twins.
Yan Shijun opened the menu.
“Daddy, I want a sizzling burger.”
In truth, Jing Mocong found the cleanliness of the burger restaurant rather questionable.
Gently rubbing his son’s little head, he said, “If you want burgers, Daddy will take you home to eat. We have chefs at home. Their burgers taste much better than the ones here.”
“Can they make French fries too?” Yan Shiyao asked, resting her little face in her hands.
“Of course. Whatever you want to eat, just tell the chef, and he’ll make it for you.”
“Come on. Let’s go home with Daddy.”
Jing Mocong stood up and once again carried both children in his arms before striding out of the burger restaurant with his long legs.
His Maybach was parked outside.
A loud “Wow!” sounded beside his ear.
Wrapping his arms around Jing Mocong’s neck, Yan Shijun asked excitedly, “Daddy, is this your car? It’s so cool!”
“That’s right. It’s Daddy’s.”
Jing Mocong felt rather proud.
At business dinners in the past, he had occasionally heard middle-aged men brag that they earned money for no reason other than to spend it on their wives and children.
He had always looked down on those men, since many of them secretly kept mistresses outside.
But at this moment…
He finally understood that feeling.
Simply because he now had children.
“Daddy, can you buy Mommy a car too? Mommy’s car is secondhand, and it’s kind of slow!”
Hearing his daughter’s words, Jing Mocong’s heart clenched painfully.
He wanted nothing more than to slap himself.
Back then, he had only given Yan Yu one million.
It had never been enough to raise children.
Yet Yan Yu had raised both of them so well.
They were beautiful, intelligent, and well-mannered.
She had also built an outstanding career for herself.
She must have endured countless hardships.
“I’ll buy it! Whatever your mommy wants, I’ll buy it for her!” Jing Mocong declared loudly.
“Hehe, Daddy, you’re amazing.”
Yan Shiyao reached out and gently patted her younger brother’s shoulder.
The next moment, the two little ones wrapped their arms around Jing Mocong’s neck and each planted a kiss on one of his cheeks.
“Mwah.”
“Mwah.”
Their kisses nearly melted him so completely that he could barely keep walking.