Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

gave a start and climbed off Long Yang as she said anxiously, “It could be the children.
Hurry up and take a look.”

Long Yang’s eyes were still filled with lust and he was unhappy about being disturbed.
However, if he did not take a look, Weiwei would feel worried.

He had no choice but to check the door.

At this point, Ji’er’s sobbing could be heard coming from outside.
“Father, Mother…”

Long Yang’s annoyance disappeared the moment he heard it was Ji’er.
He quickly grabbed his outer robe without any persuasion from Lu Liangwei and hurried forward to open the door.

It was currently Autumn and the night was heavy with dewdrops.

Ji’er stood outside the door while hugging her pillow.
Zhan Qing was holding her hand.
She looked at the man who opened the door and walked forward with her face covered in tears.

“Father…”

Long Yang’s chest tightened at the sight of his teary-faced daughter.
He went forward quickly to carry her in his arms.

Ji’er was eight years old now and her parents were carrying her less than before.
Now that she was suddenly in her father’s arms again, her insecurity from being woken up from a nightmare diminished slightly.

“Why are you crying, Ji’er?”

Long Yang patted her on the back gently as he asked the question softly.
Ji’er hugged her father’s neck tightly.

When Long Yang saw this, he did not continue asking.
He lifted his finger to wipe away the tears from her face and his voice became even more tender.
“Don’t be afraid, Ji’er.
I’m here.”

It took a moment before Ji’er lifted her little face and said moodily, “Ji’er wants to sleep with Father and Mother.”

“Alright.” Long Yang agreed gently.

When Lu Liangwei got dressed and went out of the room, she witnessed the heartwarming sight of father and daughter hugging each other.

Ji’er called out to her obediently when she saw Lu Liangwei, “Mother…”

Lu Liangwei walked over and reached her hand out to Ji’er, saying soothingly, “Come over here, Ji’er.
Let me carry you.”

Ji’er kept her arms wrapped around Long Yang’s neck and shook her head.
“It’s okay.
Ji’er is very heavy.
I’m worried I would tire you.”

Lu Liangwei was touched by how considerate she was and did not force the matter.
She rubbed Ji’er’s head and said softly, “Let’s go in.
It’s cold outside.”