Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1159 Going to Hong Kong for Vacation

In the evening, as Yang Qiyue walked into the gate of the Presidential Palace, she heard a burst of childish laughter.

"Mom! Mom!"

Little Hongan staggered towards her with an innocent smile on his round face. The nine-month-old kid had just learned to walk, and although his steps were not stable yet, he was already running very fast.

"Oh, my little baby!" Yang Qiyue picked up her son and kissed him on his chubby face. "Do you miss your mother?"

"Yes!" Little Hongan answered in a baby voice, hugging his mother's neck tightly with his little hands.

Yang Qiyue saw Zhang Luanyu not far away and was a little surprised: "Huh? Secretary Zhang, your president is back so early today?"

"Yes," Zhang Luanyu said with a smile, "The president came back early on purpose."

&34;What's wrong? Anything special?&34;

"Editor-in-chief, can you guess what?" Zhang Luanyu smiled mysteriously, "The president is in the kitchen now."

"In the kitchen?" Yang Qiyue was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing, "He wants to show off his cooking skills again?"

"That's right," Zhang Luanyu said with a smile, "I said I would cook for you personally to celebrate."

&34;Celebrating what?&34;

"Of course, I'm celebrating the good article you wrote today," Zhang Luanyu said jokingly, "The president was so happy after reading it that he asked me to send flowers to the newspaper office early in the morning."

Yang Qiyue held Xiao Hongan in her arms with a gentle smile on her face: "This Su Zhengyang is still so..."

"Satisfactory?" Zhang Luanyu continued.

"Zhang Luanyu!" Yang Qiyue pretended to be angry, "You, the secretary, are becoming more and more daring."

"I learned this from the president," Zhang Luanyu said with a smile, "By the way, the president specifically asked you to take the young master directly to the restaurant. He said it will be ready soon."

"Mom," Xiao Hongan suddenly said, "Dad made something delicious!"

"Really?" Yang Qiyue tapped the little guy's nose and said, "Then let's go see what delicious food daddy is making, okay?"

"Good!" Xiao Hongan cheered.

Looking at the back of Yang Qiyue holding Xiao Hongan walking towards the restaurant, Zhang Luanyu showed a knowing smile on his face. Who would have thought that the president who was vigorous and resolute at the negotiation table, the Su Zhengyang who frightened the powers, would be such a gentle husband and father in private?

"Dad!" When little Hong'an saw Su Zhengyang, he immediately twisted in his mother's arms.

Su Zhengyang was carrying two dishes out of the kitchen, wearing a dark blue apron. The president who was so resolute at the international negotiation table was now like an ordinary husband, busy with his daily routine in a clumsy and serious manner.

"Here I come," he put the food on the table, walked over quickly to take his son, and kissed the little guy on the pink face, "Do you miss your daddy?"

"I want to!" Xiao Hongan hugged his father's neck and said in a baby voice, "Dad, make something delicious!"

Yang Qiyue looked at her husband wearing an apron and couldn't help laughing: "You are the president, but now you have changed your career to become a chef?"

"What?" Su Zhengyang raised his eyebrows and looked at his wife, "You don't allow me to cook a meal for my wife?"

"Secretary Zhang said you were very happy after reading my article?" Yang Qiyue walked over and helped him straighten the apron strap which was a little crooked.

"Of course I'm happy," Su Zhengyang said with a smile, "My wife's writing is even better than those cannonballs."

"Zhang Luanyu," Su Zhengyang turned to the secretary standing beside him and said, "Don't stand, sit down and eat together. Let's celebrate today."

"This...isn't appropriate, President?" Zhang Luanyu hesitated.

"What's inappropriate?" Su Zhengyang handed Xiao Hongan to Yang Qiyue, "You have been with me for so many years, you have become one of my own. Sit down, I will just serve two more dishes."

After saying that, he turned and went back into the kitchen, from where the sound of frying food with a spatula could be faintly heard.

Yang Qiyue sat down holding her son, looking at the delicious dishes on the table, then looked in the direction of the kitchen, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Secretary Zhang," she asked softly, "After the president finishes his government affairs today, the first thing he does is come back to cook?"

"Yes," Zhang Luanyu replied with a smile, "The president said that no matter how big the matter is, it is not as important as family."

In the kitchen, Su Zhengyang's voice came: "Qiyue, try this braised pork. I made it specially according to your favorite taste."

"Okay," Yang Qiyue replied, a warm smile flashing in her eyes, "I'm sure it will be delicious."

At the dining table, Xiao Hong was sitting on a specially made children's chair, and Yang Qiyue was feeding him patiently.

"Qi Yue," Su Zhengyang put down his chopsticks and looked at his wife, "We haven't gone out together for a long time."

"Hmm?" Yang Qiyue raised her head.

"Look," Su Zhengyang said with a smile, "We are both busy governing the country and running a newspaper. We don't even have time to spend with our son."

"Dad," Xiao Hongan suddenly interrupted, "I want to go out and play!"

"Yes, Dad wants to take you and Mom out to play," Su Zhengyang touched his son's head, "Okay?"

Yang Qiyue put down her chopsticks, feeling a little embarrassed: "But the newspaper still has a lot of things to deal with, and the international situation is so tense recently..."

"Who can be busier than me, the president?" Su Zhengyang interrupted her with a smile in his eyes, "Don't think about anything, just take a vacation for yourself."

&34;But...&34;

"No buts," Su Zhengyang said gently but firmly, "Work is never finished, but a child's childhood only comes once."

Zhang Luanyu smiled and said, "Editor-in-chief, just agree to it. It's rare that the president has this idea."

"Where to go?" Yang Qiyue finally wavered.

Su Zhengyang showed a mysterious smile: "It's just right, let's go see the port city."

"Hong Kong City?" Yang Qiyue was stunned for a moment.

"Yes," Su Zhengyang's eyes flashed, "It will be returned soon. Let's go and have a look in advance, and let Xiao Hongan see this pearl that is about to return to the embrace of the motherland."

"Dad," Xiao Hongan didn't quite understand, but still shouted happily, "Let's go see Mingzhu!"

Yang Qiyue looked at her husband and son's expectant eyes and finally smiled: "Okay, let's go and take a look."

"It's settled," Su Zhengyang said happily, "I'll have someone arrange it and we'll leave the day after tomorrow."

&34;So fast?&34;

"Of course you have to be quick," Su Zhengyang said with a smile, "otherwise you'll find excuses to shirk your responsibility."

Zhang Luanyu couldn't help laughing and said, "Mr. President, you really understand the editor-in-chief."

"Zhang Luanyu!" Yang Qiyue glared at him in pretended anger.

"Alright, alright," Su Zhengyang tried to smooth things over, "Secretary Zhang, you've worked hard, too. Come with us this time."

&34;This...&34;

"That's settled," Su Zhengyang said without question, "It's a rare opportunity, let's go and relax together."

Looking at her husband's determined eyes, Yang Qiyue felt a warm current in her heart. Yes, no matter how busy you are at work, you can't forget your family. What's more, it is also a very meaningful thing to witness the preparations for the return of Hong Kong City with your own eyes.