Rebirth: What to do if you fall into a wolf's den

"Seeing them so happy, I feel at ease." Father Ji said softly, his eyes full of tenderness and satisfaction.

"Yes, we worked hard for the family when we were young, and now we can finally enjoy a peaceful life. Seeing our children happy is the greatest comfort." Father Fang nodded in agreement, but the chess pieces in his hand never stopped, and he continued to weave their strategic layout on the chessboard.

As the game progressed, the conversations between the two gradually decreased, replaced by more focused eye contact and occasional silence.

But even so, they can still keenly capture each other's every move, even the subtle changes in expression when observing their wives.

"Old Ji, look at Aqing's smile. Has he thought of something good again?" Father Fang suddenly looked up and asked jokingly.

Father Ji smiled slightly and looked at his wife tenderly: "I guess she talked about something happy with A-Li. Let's not worry about it, just play chess and let them enjoy this rare leisure time."

In this way, Father Fang and Father Ji continued their game of wits on the chessboard, while the love and concern for the family in their hearts was as warm and lasting as the afternoon sunshine.

"Old Fang, do you have any special plans after returning from abroad this time?" Father Ji asked casually while gently moving the chess piece in his hand, but his eyes could not hide his concern for his old friend's future.

Father Fang smiled slightly, looking away from the chessboard and towards the lush garden outside the window, with a hint of pride and satisfaction in his tone: "Boheng manages his company very well, so I am happy to be idle and don't ask much about it. However, when I heard him talk about the company's recent situation, everything is developing steadily and is not bad."

After hearing this, Ji's father smiled with satisfaction: "Boheng has always been adventurous since he was young. Now it seems that he has not disappointed us, the older generation. Come to think of it, I haven't seen him for a while. I miss him a lot."

At this point, Father Ji changed the subject and suggested, "Since our two families are gathered here today, why not let Boheng come over and have dinner together. Let's have a good time together and let him feel the warmth of home."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Fang immediately nodded and agreed: "Good idea, I also want to talk to him more. Then I will call him now and ask him to come over after get off work."

As he spoke, Fang's father took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Fang Boheng's number skillfully. The call was quickly connected, and Fang Boheng's voice came through clearly, with a hint of surprise and expectation.

"Hey, Dad, it's me."

Father Fang's voice was gentle but powerful. "Are you off work? We are at your Uncle Ji's house today, and we are going to have dinner together. You should come over too, we haven't been together for a long time."

On the other end of the phone, Fang Boheng's voice was full of excitement: "Really? That's great, Dad! I'll get off work soon and rush over right away. It's so rare to have dinner with Uncle Ji and his family!"

After hanging up the phone, Father Fang gently put the phone back into his pocket, turned to Father Ji and smiled, "He said he would be here soon, and it seems he really wants to see everyone."

Father Ji smiled even more happily and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, then we will continue playing chess and have a good chat when he comes."

So, the two of them focused their attention on the chessboard again, but their hearts were filled with anticipation and joy for the upcoming family dinner. The whole living room was filled with a warm and harmonious atmosphere, as if even time had become soft and slow at this moment.

……

In that evening gently embraced by the setting sun, every flower in the garden seemed to be whispering, telling the farewell of the day and the coming of night.

The sun is like an old painter, using its golden brush to outline gorgeous pictures in the sky, and the temperature also quietly drops as the sunlight dissipates.

Ji Yan, a gentle woman who is about to become a mother, stands at the edge of the garden. The breeze blows by, bringing a barely perceptible coolness.

She shivered slightly, as if the coolness touched the softest part of her heart. Unconsciously, she shrank her body and gently hugged herself with her hands.

This scene did not escape Fang Yuan's sharp eyes.

She walked quickly forward, her eyes full of tenderness, "Yan'er, let's go inside. It's cold outside." As she spoke, she gently took Ji Yan's hand, and the two of them walked into the living room which was as warm as spring.

In the living room, Father Ji and Father Fang were immersed in the world of chess. The interweaving of black and white pieces was a collision of wisdom and strategy between the two old friends.

They were so focused that they gave only a cursory nod of acknowledgement at their daughters' return before returning to a more intense discussion.

Seeing this, Ji's mother and Fang's mother smiled at each other, their eyes full of helplessness and doting on their old man. They hurried forward, guided Ji Yan and Fang Yuan to sit down, and brought two cups of hot tea, trying to use this warmth to dispel the coldness on them.

"Yan'er, how do you feel today? Is the baby naughty?" Fang's mother's eyes fell on Ji Yan's increasingly bulging belly, her voice full of tenderness and concern.

Ji Yan stroked her belly with a smile, her eyes gleaming with maternal radiance, "Fortunately, he is very well behaved and has not moved much today."

"That's good, that's good." Fang's mother breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Fang Yuan with a look of expectation in her eyes, "Yuan'er, when can you let me worry less, find a boyfriend, and let me hug my grandson?"

Fang Yuan's cheeks flushed slightly when she heard this. She blinked mischievously and said, "Mom, you are being biased. My brother is still a bachelor. If you want to urge him, you should urge him first."

When Fang's mother heard this, she raised a sly smile and looked at Ji's mother, as if she had found an ally. "Ah Qing, listen, this kid is good at shirking responsibilities. When Bo Heng comes later, you must help me talk to him. He is so old, but he is still busy with work all day and can't even see the shadow of a girlfriend."

So, the two mothers began to "jointly complain" about Fang Boheng. From his unromantic character to his busy state of being too busy to take care of his personal life, every sentence revealed deep worry and expectation.

Ji Yan and Fang Yuan listened quietly on the side, occasionally smiling at each other, enjoying the warmth and joy of the family.

As night falls, the lights in the living room become softer, adding a touch of warmth and tranquility to this loving evening.