He Jinxuan wouldn't be upset with him because of this. For the two children, his well-being is the best outcome, and his sister can rest easy in her grave now.
But seeing Ye Liyan reminded him of his cousin, Shen Ninghui, making him feel uneasy: "Sili and Siyan are Ninghui's sons, so rest assured with me, I'll raise them as my own."
Ye Liyan was aware of He Jinxuan's previous situation and nodded: "I'm not worried about that, it's just hard on you."
As they were talking, two little cannonballs zoomed in from outside the gate. Once inside the yard, the two brothers halted and stood there, staring at the man sitting with their uncle.
Ye Siyan was three years old this year. Since the time his mother was pregnant with him, his father hadn't appeared, so he didn't recognize his father. Seeing his brother staring at that person, he looked up at his brother and quietly asked: "Brother, is he our dad?"
