Chapter 156: Arrival in Venice

Yangyang squirmed in Zhou Huimin's arms, his small hands constantly patting the porthole: "Ah! Ah!"

Xiang Fei gently pinched his son's chubby cheek: "Yangyang, look, outside is Venice."

"Ba ba..." Yangyang called out indistinctly, clear drool flowing from the corner of his mouth onto his bib.

Leslie Cheung turned his head from the front row, smiling to tease him: "Yangyang, call Godfather~"

"Ga!" Yangyang suddenly waved his small hands excitedly, grabbing the finger Leslie Cheung had extended.

"Ouch, that's quite a grip." Leslie Cheung feigned pain, making Yangyang giggle.

Chen Kaige watched the scene in the rearview mirror and said quietly to Gong Li: "It's not easy for a one-year-old to sit on a plane for so long."

Gong Li reached out and gently touched Yangyang's small face: "So well-behaved, he hardly cried or made a fuss the whole way."

The car stopped at the door of the Hotel Danieli, and Zhou Huimin carefully handed the sleeping Yangyang to the nanny.

"Shh—" she raised a finger to signal everyone, "He just fell asleep."

As Xiang Fei was taking the luggage, he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Ah Fei!"

"Uncle Han?" Xiang Fei looked at Han Shanping, who was walking from the lobby, in surprise, "How did you..."

Han Shanping made a hushing gesture, walked quietly to the nanny's side, and stared fixedly at the sleeping Yangyang.

His fingers gently touched Yangyang's small hand. "He's gotten fatter."

Xiang Fei couldn't help but laugh: "Now he eats five meals a day."

Han Shanping suddenly pulled a small rattle from his pocket as if by magic: "Brought this specially for my god-grandson."

With a soft "Dong da" sound, Yangyang's small eyebrows furrowed, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Yangyang looked sleepily at the unfamiliar faces before him, his small mouth turned down, about to cry.

"Yangyang, be good, this is Godfather." Zhou Huimin hurriedly coaxed him.

Han Shanping shook the rattle frantically: "Look, Godfather brought you a toy."

Yangyang's attention was drawn to the colorful rattle, his urge to cry gradually subsided, and he reached out his small hand to grab it.

"Hey! Call Godfather!" Han Shanping took the opportunity to tease him.

"Da!" Yangyang uttered a single syllable, and drool flowed down again.

"Good, good, good, 'Da Grandpa' works too!" Han Shanping laughed until his eyes narrowed into a slit, then turned to Xiang Fei and said, "This child is smart, he knows how to save syllables!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and Yangyang, infected by the laughter, also opened his small mouth, which had only two teeth, and smiled.

After settling in, everyone met in Han Shanping's suite. The nanny was playing with Yangyang in the inner room, and the faint sound of babbling could be heard.

"How is things over in Xiangjiang?" Han Shanping poured a glass of red wine for everyone and got straight to the point.

Xiang Fei took the wine glass and said quietly: "Smoother than expected. The Chen family is already in trouble with themselves and has no time to cause trouble for now."

Leslie Cheung frowned: "But we still need to be careful during the film festival. I heard they have connections here in Europe too."

"Don't worry." Chen Kaige interjected, "I'm familiar with Italy; security has already been arranged."

Suddenly, a dull "Dong" sound came from the inner room, followed by Yangyang's loud crying. Zhou Huimin immediately stood up: "He hit his head."

Han Shanping, however, laughed heartily: "It's a boy; only by bumping and scraping does he get sturdy."

Han Shanping took the opportunity to change the subject: "Let's talk business. The head of the jury, Marco Müller, is an old friend of mine. He thinks very highly of 'The Undertaker'."

"But don't get happy too soon." Han Shanping lowered his voice, "The media in Britain and France might pick faults, after all..."

Suddenly, the nanny's exclamation came from the inner room, followed by Yangyang's excited "Ah ah" sounds.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Huimin hurriedly ran over, then shouted with a mix of helplessness and amusement, "Xiang Fei! Your son stuffed the rattle into the toilet!"

Han Shanping threw his head back and laughed: "Good boy! This destructive power is much stronger than his father's back in the day!"