It was morning when we landed in the imperial capital.
Before getting off the plane, Rong Boye asked Song Xiang and others to go back to their own small home instead of the Rong family.
The Imperial Capital doesn't know the news about Beibei's birth yet. When the news is released, there will be a lot of visitors, including Yan Zhenting. It's not appropriate for them to stay in the Rong family.
Song Xiang obeyed and did as he was told, but watched Rong Boye get into the car first.
Gong Shiheng was also picked up by the Gong family's car, and they went back to their respective homes to look for their mothers.
Song Xiang got into the car and looked at the busy traffic outside. She had a headache for a while and expected to be busy again next time.
When the car arrived at the villa, the housekeeper had already received the news and was waiting outside with his people, looking very happy.
Song Xiang was still thinking that if he were in the Rong family, Uncle Yu would start setting off cannons at this moment.
Everything in the house was well arranged. Her and Yanhan's rooms were just as they were when they left, except that they were cleaned regularly.
Xiao Beibei woke up, opened his eyes, looked twice, and shouted as usual, calling for Song Xiang to feed him.
After eating, I immediately fell asleep again.
Song Xiang wondered: "Why is he so reserved even when he cries?"
Yan Han felt very good on the contrary, and said: "Boy, why are you crying so much?"
Song Xiang sighed, "The key is that not only does he not cry or make trouble, he is also too lazy to look at people."
Yan Han was deeply touched by this. He didn't know who he was. Ever since he opened his eyes, except for Song Xiang, his biological mother, he seemed to be indifferent to everyone else.
"It's better to be quiet, you won't have a headache." He comforted Song Xiang, packed her clothes, and asked her to take a bath and rest.
"I'm mainly afraid that when he grows up and has the same virtue as you, no one will look down upon him, and that will cause big trouble."
Yan Han flicked her forehead with his finger, "Isn't it bad to look like me?"
"It's not good. It's easy not to get a wife."
Yan Han: "Then I'm single?"
Song Xiang turned sideways, stretched out his hand to touch the little baby's face, and said: "Blind cats are common, but dead mice are not common."
Yan Han: "..."
He reached over and pinched the "mouse's" face hard.
Song Xiang smiled and ran away, "I'm warning you, don't bully me, or when my son grows up, he will beat you!"
"He has to have a wife when he grows up, so he won't care about you." Yan Han still lay beside her and hugged her from behind, "I am the only one who will spend the rest of my life with you."
Song Xiang curled her lips and leaned in his arms, with the child lying on his arm. She really felt extremely happy.
Xiao Beibei fell asleep, and the two whispered for a while. Song Xiang went to take a bath, and Yan Han went to the study.
Putting other matters aside, the official announcement of the baby's birth can be made without further delay.
Yan Han posted the message using Song Xiang's social account, and the media didn't even catch the slightest hint of it in advance.
Within a few minutes, it made headlines.
——The young prince of the Yan family was born.
——The true chosen son.
——Rome has a new owner.
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There are various eye-catching headlines, but the core remains the same. They are all looking forward to what kind of dazzling figure this young prince, who has been rich in wealth since birth, will become in the future.
Song Xiang originally wanted to take a rest, but as soon as the message was sent out, his cell phone was not switched off. Within two hours, Yan Zhenting came over from his old house.
In the past few months, the old man had been immersed in the joy of his little grandson. Suddenly, he had a great-grandson. He was so happy that he could hardly find the place. There was no trace of him when he was looking for Song Xiang.
A little later, Yan Zhicheng and his wife also came to visit with their children.