Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2580: Chapter 384

The next morning, when Ye Zhan went downstairs, he saw Ye Zhangming, who had returned in a hurry.

At first glance, he looked several years older than the last time they met, with inexplicably haggard features.

Ye Zhan’s eyes changed slightly, and his tall figure paused on the stairs before continuing downstairs.

"Ah Zhan, why are you up so early?"

Ye Zhangming’s haggard face showed an unnatural smile, mixed with undisguisable joy.

How long had it been since Ye Zhan stayed at home.

He almost couldn’t remember.

Ever since he moved out, he wouldn’t return home unless necessary. Most of the time he came back, he would just say a few words, eat a meal, and leave again.

In these years, the times he had stayed at home were few and far between.

Ye Zhangming glanced toward the second floor behind him, and without waiting for a response, he asked with concern, "Is Momo alright?"

"She’s fine this time. But her health is poor, so a full recovery won’t be quick. She needs to recuperate slowly." Ye Zhan’s voice was somewhat cold.

Ye Zhangming knew Ye Zhan hadn’t truly forgiven him and didn’t care about his attitude. Smiling, he tried to comfort him, "Don’t worry too much, and don’t pressure Momo. She should take her time to heal."

"Aren’t you busy? Why did you come back?"

Ye Zhan went down the stairs and saw Ye Zhangming standing still, frowning slightly before walking towards the sofa.

Just then, the kitchen door opened, and Old Master Ye, wearing an apron, poked his head out with a smile, "Ah Zhan, your father rushed back because he knew you and Momo were staying at home."

Ye Zhan looked at the corner of Ye Zhangming’s mouth, which curled into a seemingly mocking and sarcastic arc.

It was indeed strange.

When his mother was still around, it was rare for him to come back even once a year. He was always busy, with no time... and now he actually rushed back for him and Momo.

A wry smile flashed in Ye Zhangming’s eyes.

As he walked towards the kitchen door, he said to Old Master Ye, "Dad, why are you cooking yourself? Take a break; I’ll make breakfast."

"No need. You rushed back from so far; it’s a rare chance for you to talk to Ah Zhan. I’ll prepare breakfast myself; it’s been a long time, good to get some practice."

After Old Master Ye finished speaking, he frowned slightly, looking at Ye Zhan and then at Ye Zhangming.

This time, Ye Zhangming didn’t understand the old man’s meaning and thought he wanted him to seize the opportunity to spend time with his son. He nodded, turned around, and sat on the sofa next to Ye Zhan.

Earlier, when Ye Zhan passed by him, he didn’t notice the details, but after Ye Zhangming sat down, he quickly noticed.

He frowned, leaning forward.

His slender fingers still held his phone, but his actions paused.

His eyes were dark and sharp, landing on Ye Zhangming, "Where did you come back from?"

"Ah."

Under Ye Zhan’s probing gaze, Ye Zhangming hesitated slightly, then added, "I went to the hospital on my way back."

"You don’t need to report to me what you’ve done." Ye Zhan looked at Ye Zhangming’s haggard face, his brows returning to a cold demeanor.

Ye Zhangming let out a dry laugh, "Are you and Momo going to stay at home for a few days? Now that the President has intervened, no one will say anything anymore."

"We’ll return to G City tomorrow."

"That’s fine."

Ye Zhangming’s expression stiffened for a moment.

Then he nodded, smiling.

Conversations between father and son, which should originally be warm,

became somewhat awkward and stagnant between Ye Zhan and Ye Zhangming.

Fortunately, this atmosphere didn’t last long.

From the second-floor staircase, there came the faint sound of footsteps.

Sitting on the sofa, as soon as Ye Zhan heard the sound, his tall figure stood up immediately.

Ignoring the half-spoken words of Ye Zhangming, he strode towards the staircase.

Embarrassment flashed across Ye Zhangming’s face. He closed his mouth, swallowing the remainder of his sentence.

"Momo, why don’t you sleep a little longer?"

Ye Zhan didn’t wait downstairs.

Instead, he took big steps upstairs, stopping Mo Mo on the stairs.

Having just descended two steps, Momo saw Ye Zhan coming up quickly, so she stood on the stairs, a slender figure waiting for him.

From one step above, she looked at Ye Zhan’s handsome, gentle features with a smile, "I’m awake. I didn’t feel like sleeping anymore, so I got up. Didn’t you wake up even earlier?"

"I just came downstairs as well." Ye Zhan noticed her slight dark circles and reached out tenderly.

Momo stood quietly, allowing his fingers to touch her cheek, "I heard you talking to dad earlier. Let’s go downstairs first."

"Okay."

Ye Zhan nodded, intertwining his fingers with hers.

Momo also smelled the scent of disinfectant on Ye Zhangming. At the breakfast table, she glanced at him a few more times.

After the meal, Ye Zhangming told Ye Zhan to accompany Momo, saying he needed to return to the army.

After he left, Momo said she wanted to go out, and naturally, Ye Zhan accompanied her.

"Momo, where do you want to go? Should we drive?" As they walked out of the living room, Ye Zhan turned to ask Momo.

The weather was nice today, perfect for a stroll.

"Husband, did you smell the hospital scent on dad just now?"

Momo slightly raised her face, her eyes reflecting Ye Zhan’s chiseled features.

A subtle change flickered across Ye Zhan’s expression before quickly returning to gentleness, "He said he went to the hospital on his way back."

"Do you believe that?"

"No."

Ye Zhan paused for a moment before answering.

Just a trip to the hospital wouldn’t leave such a lingering scent after returning home.

Ye Zhan hadn’t pursued the matter earlier because his relationship with Ye Zhangming had always been strained.

But that didn’t mean he believed Ye Zhangming.

Momo, having watched Ye Zhan’s expression change, hesitated, before uncertainly saying, "I feel like dad’s not in good health. Although I’m not a doctor, I’ve seen enough of my uncle and grandfather treating patients since I was young... I think there’s something wrong with dad’s health. He might not tell you because he doesn’t want you to worry."

Momo had grown up frequently seeing her grandfather and uncle treating patients, and she nearly became a doctor herself.

She had deliberately observed Ye Zhangming earlier.

But she wasn’t a real doctor, so she wasn’t sure.

Ye Zhan’s thin lips pressed into a line, his facial features growing colder and more defined than before.

"Ye Zhan, if you want to know, we can go to the hospital and see if dad is there."

Ye Zhan did not speak.

He remained silent.

Should he go, or not go.

That person’s health had always been good, and in his memory, besides injuries, the times he fell ill were few and far between, let alone being hospitalized.