Stop There, Daddy

“Ladies, would you mind getting out of my car? For me, time is money. Please stop hindering my work.” After the two of them dawdled for quite a while, the taxi driver finally ran out of patience.

“Okay, okay, we’ll get out of your car right away. Stop hurrying me. I’m trying to figure out a way to get her out,” Lin Lin sighed fretfully and stretched lazily, preparing to do it.

“Don’t touch her.”

A low and magnetic voice suddenly came to her ears. Lin Lin subconsciously looked in the direction of the speaker and, to her surprise, saw He Siming standing outside.

Lin Lin was astonished. He Siming didn’t seem to have only just arrived. Had he been waiting at the front door for them all along?

“Miss Lin, you may leave Miss Wen to us, go back and have an early night. I promise we’ll drive Miss Wen back here safely tomorrow,” the butler said to Lin Lin smilingly.

The situation was becoming more and more puzzling. Lin Lin got out of the car in bewilderment. As soon as she got out of the car, He Siming sat down in her seat and instructed the driver to drive.

Watching the taxi hurtle from view as if nobody had been there just now, Lin Lin was still bemused, obvious of the butler standing behind her.

“Miss Lin, thank you so much for looking after her all this time. Miss Wen will be living in the He family from now on. You may go there to visit her anytime you want.”

The butler’s voice was heard again, which wrenched Lin Lin out of her trance. She subconsciously bobbed her head and didn’t even think of asking about the reason.

The butler was very pleased with Lin Lin’s reaction. After thanking her again, he drove off, leaving Lin Lin standing where she was, dazed.

Meanwhile, Wen Shuyue had drifted into a deep sleep, but due to her bad headache, she kept turning and tossing, her eyebrows knitted, clearly not sleeping well.

“Sir, would you like me to drive you to a hotel or your house?” The driver, after driving for a while, couldn’t help but tentatively ask him about it.

Actually, he had wanted to ask He Siming when starting the car, but the detached look on He Siming’s face and the innately apathetic air he was emanating had been so daunting that the driver’s forehead was beaded with cold sweat. Clearly, he had seldom seen such intimidating men.

“The mansion of the He family,” He Siming said in a low voice. His eyes had been fixed on Wen Shuyue all along. Even when talking to the driver, he didn’t take them off her.

“Got it,” the driver answered quickly, turning the car to head towards the destination.

After all, the mansion of the He family was quite famous. Probably every taxi driver in the city knew about it. But this one was clearly surprised that his fares lived in that place.

Wen Shuyue’s face was getting increasingly red, presumably because of the alcohol or the AC. She kept tugging at her collar with one hand and scratching with the other, revealing the upper part of her bosom from time to time.

He Siming’s face darkened further. He quickly grabbed her restless dainty hands and said frigidly, “Do you know what you are doing?”

“Mmm…” Wen Shuyue felt terribly uncomfortable. She was in an utter stupor and thus didn’t hear He Siming’s words. Maybe she didn’t even know where she was.

Her groan was quite titillating. The driver blushed as he heard it. Though unable to see what was happening in the back seat, he could guess what was going on, so he drove faster and faster in an effort to reach the destination as quick as possible.

He Siming stared fixedly at her, emanating a dangerous aura. He whispered to her, “You’d better behave yourself, or I’ll get into your pants right in this car.”

Wen Shuyue had gradually calmed down, and she was even faintly snoring. He could tell at a glance that she hadn’t been sleeping well.

He Siming had no choice but to draw her into his arms. Maybe because of the familiar sensation, Wen Shuyue slept much better now, and her faint snore was gone.

After quite a while, they finally arrived at the He family’s mansion. He Siming directly scooped Wen Shuyue in his arms and carried her out of the car.

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“I’ll pay the fare. Is this enough?”

The driver hurriedly asked He Siming to pay the fare, but before he could finish his sentence, the butler walked up to him and gave him a lot of red notes.

The driver probably hadn’t bargained on the butler being so generous. His eyes glinted with excitement and he hurriedly nodded, “Yeah, yeah. It’s more than enough.”

“It’s okay. Take it as a reward,” the butler smiled blandly, before he returned to his own car, got in and drove it into the mansion.

After seeing the butler’s car, the taxi driver came to understand why they were so generous. It was because this amount of money was nothing to them.

He Siming carried Wen Shuyue into the room. Just as he was about to put her on the bed, he found Wen Baobao lying on it.

“Hey, Dad, why did you bring Mommy back like this? Do you plan to do something to her when I’m not around?” Wen Baobao said in alarm, jumping out of bed and pointing at He Siming.

In fact, he had been delighted at the sight of Wen Shuyue. He had even felt that it was quite impressive for his father to have tricked his mother into coming here this way.

But after giving it some thought, the boy had decided he should stand up for his mother, that he shouldn’t let his father take advantage of his mother.

Ming’s face darkened as he coldly glanced at Wen Baobao. He said with faint annoyance, “Your mother did something bad, so I’m going to punish her.”

“Well then, tell me what Mommy did wrong. She’s in deep distress. Surely you’re not going to make things worse for her? Tsk, tsk. Why didn’t I find out sooner you’re such a monster, Dad?” Wen Baobao crossed his arms against his chest, dressing He Siming down as if he were an adult now.

“…” He Siming was completely speechless. It surprised him that the boy had learned so many words.

The atmosphere in the room became even more awkward. The boy was determined not to leave the room. He kept saying that he was afraid He Siming would take advantage of Wen Shuyue. He Siming, having no way to get the boy to obey, just quietly faced off against him.

Minutes ticked away. Wen Shuyue seemed to have drifted into sleep. Wen Baobao, presumably feeling that he should not disturb her sleep, said, “Dad, maybe we should-”

“Drink…”

Wen Shuyue’s voice was heard, interrupting Wen Baobao. When speaking, she grabbed He Siming so hard that he was unable to wrench his hand free.

Wen Baobao broke out in a cold sweat at the sight of that. He Siming, however, was delighted. He smiled involuntarily, “See? She wants me to stay.”