"Brother, aren't you hungry? Hurry up and eat!"
The wine glass in his hand was snatched away, and the clear, crisp voice pulled him back to reality. He stared unblinkingly at the face in front of him that had haunted his dreams. He raised his hand to touch it, feeling the warm temperature and delicate texture, finally believing it.
He was really back!
That night, Da Bao drank a bit too much. Of course, it wasn't during dinner, but afterwards, when he was drinking with his dad in the small bar on the second floor.
His dad never asked about his romantic affairs. What the father and son talked about was naturally the Ji Family and Da Bao's upcoming plans.
Da Bao's idea was to stay at home and play with his younger siblings for ten days or so, then the whole family would go to Beijing to celebrate Grandpa Zeng's centenary birthday. By around August, he could return to the Ji Family to report for duty.
