Stop There, Daddy

Wen Baobao gently patted Wen Shuyue’s hand and looked up at her worriedly with watery eyes.

“Mommy, you can abandon some people. If she upsets you, you can discard her.”

Wen Shuyue paused. She looked at the chubby child in surprise. He was a mature kid, so he could see her mood easily.

“Thank you, Wen Baobao. She is my mother. You are upset when I force you to learn German. Will you abandon me because of that?”

“That’s different. You force me to learn German for my good, but she hasn’t done anything for you. Instead, she is a burden to you.”

Wen Shuyue was stumped. It was not easy to deal with a smart child.

Mother Wen wasn’t a good mother, and Wen Shuyue didn’t like her. However, she was not bad to Wen Baobao. Although Mother Wen didn’t adore the child, Wen Shuyue was grateful for that. She thought Wen Baobao’s education was more important than anything else.

Wen Shuyue looked at He Siming pleadingly, but He Siming seemed to take the side of Wen Baobao and ignored her.

“I …” When Wen Shuyue racked her brains to reply to Wen Baobao, He Siming interrupted her.

“Come one. It’s time to board the plane.”

He Siming straightened his clothes and stooped down to carry Wen Baobao with his strong arms. He went forward under Wen Shuyue’s gaze.

Wen Shuyue watched the father and son in a trance. Suddenly, He Siming paused and looked back at her. “Wen Shuyue, aren’t you leaving?”

Wen Shuyue came back to her sense and hurried after them in her high heels.

After the plane landed, Wen Shuyue sent Mother Wen the address of the apartment that was under her name and told her she would have the key sent to her.

When the screen of her phone darkened, He Siming went up to her with the sleeping Wen Baobao in his arms. He accidentally saw the message that Wen Shuyue sent to Mother Wen. Although the message was short and cold, he could tell she cared about her mother.

“You don’t have to do this.” He Siming didn’t feel guilty about reading her message. He stared at the woman who was at the height of his neck. The street lights near the airport at night set off her small and delicate face.

He Siming did not understand. Why couldn’t she cut all her ties with the woman who treated her badly?

“After all, she is my mother.”

Wen Shuyue quickly put her phone in her bag. She saw Wen Baobao press his chubby face against He Siming’s shoulder. He dribbled and wet the expensive suit.

Wen Shuyue paused. He Siming didn’t seem to notice that his suit was soiled, and she smiled awkwardly, “You have been holding him since we boarded the plane. Take a break.”Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

He Siming was a clean freak. If he knew that…

“Let me carry him. Don’t wake him up.”

As He Siming spoke, a black Bentley pulled over slowly in front of them. The elegant black blended in with the night.

A servant got out of the car and put the luggage into the boot. Before Wen Shuyue could remind He Siming of the drool on his shoulder, she was pushed into the car.

Wen Shuyue handed the servant the spare key for Mother Wen and asked him to deliver it to her.

When they got home, it was late at night. Wen Shuyue put the sleeping Wen Baobao in his own room and tucked him in before leaving in relief.

He Siming placed the takeout bedtime snack in the living room. The noodles were steaming. He stood next to the sofa. He had taken off his suit. He stared at the drool from Wen Baobao.

“Wen Baobao drools when he sleeps.”

Wen Shuyue smiled awkwardly, but He Siming didn’t care at all. He just nodded and pointed at the noodles on the table, “You didn’t eat anything on the plane. I asked them to buy a bowl of noodles with meatballs. Don’t eat too much at night.”

Even though He Siming looked indifferent, Wen Shuyue knew that he cared about her. She wasn’t used to the kindness from others, so she involuntarily shook her head. “I’m not hungry.”

Right after she spoke, her stomach rumbled like a pigeon.

Wen Shuyue blushed and quickly avoided He Siming’s mocking gaze. She felt like she had been slapped twice on her face. Her cheeks were burning. She felt that if a drop of water landed on her face, it would instantly evaporate.

“I’ll go upstairs. Enjoy the meal.” He Siming put his suit jacket on his arm. Although his jaw was stiff, and he tried to stifle his laughter, his eyes were smiling.

“I… Okay, you go up.” Wen Shuyue gave up struggling. Since he had heard it, she could do nothing about it. He had seen her make a fool of herself, and she was used to it.

Wen Shuyue couldn’t help but eat up the bowl of noodles with meatballs. She took a hot bath, but she couldn’t help thinking of Mother Wen. Lu Junhan drove Mother Wen out after he divorced Qin Weiwei. Was she wandering around on the streets?

Wen Shuyue fell asleep when her head touched the pillow because she was exhausted from the long journey. The next day when she woke up, she found that Mother Wen had sent a short and cold message, telling her that she had got the key.

Mother Wen didn’t even thank her. Wen Shuyue sometimes doubted whether her mother had any human feelings. Was she her daughter? Her mother abandoned her father and her for so many years. Didn’t she feel guilty? How could she come back and ask for things from them shamelessly?

It was said that mothers were great, but her mother was worse than a stranger.

Wen Shuyue sat up in bed and tossed her phone on the nightstand, ruffling her messy hair irritably.

After Wen Shuyue washed up, Wen Baobao had finished breakfast and was reading a German book in the living room. When he saw Wen Shuyue come out in pajamas, he put down his book and said good morning to her in German.

“Good Morning.” Wen Shuyue smiled tenderly at him. She looked at the dining table, on which there was only one breakfast. It looked like He Siming had gone to work.

“You don’t need to look for him. He went to work. You got up so late.” Wen Baobao saw her through and pointed that out.