Stop There, Daddy

Wen Shuyue dressed the wound for He Siming carefully with children’s woundplasts which were prepared for Wen Baobao.

Looking at the shiny patterns of Sponge Bob on the woundplasts, He Siming twitched the corner of his mouth with a gloomy expression.

“So that’s how you dress the wound?” he asked.

“Yeah, same way as I dress for Baobao,” Wen Shuyue nodded, looking serious. At the sight of his suspicious eyes, Wen Shuyue checked the woundplasts again. Meanwhile, she took a look at his hand carefully.

It was worth mentioning that He Siming had nice hands, even nicer than those of hand models. But the Sponge Bob patterns didn’t set off his hand.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Upon hearing his name, Wen Baobao scuttled to them. He said in an adorable voice, pointing at He Siming’s hand, “Mr. Handsome, that looks great enough. My mommy has never dressed the wound that well for me.”

The last sentence sounded somewhat jealous, and Wen Shuyue never expected this kiddo would be that petty. She squeezed a smile and crouched down in front of him to pinch his face.

“Mr. He’s wound is more serious than any of yours, that’s why he needs more woundplasts,” Wen Shuyue explained softly with her heart melted at the sight of the kiddo.

The maternal love was the greatest kind of love in the world.

He Siming was deeply impressed by Wen Shuyue’s love and gentleness towards Wen Baobao. He stared at her with admiration for she turned out to be more interesting than he imagined.

After comforting Baobao, Wen Shuyue walked to He Siming and said, smiling awkwardly, “Baobao is still a kid, please forgive him if he offends you.”

“It’s OK. He’s quite adorable.” He Siming stared at Wen Baobao with some subtle warmth in his amber eyes.

As He Siming observed Baobao, he saw more of the younger him in Baobao. He always had this feeling that they were related in a special way.

Wen Shuyue and He Siming made some small talk before they switched the topic to business. The man being handsome and the lady being pretty, they looked attractive even when they were just talking.

Lin Lin and Wen Baobao stared at them with different feelings.

“Tut, Mr. He, you’re a perfect match with my mommy. We look like a family of three,” Wen Baobao sighed with his arms crossed in front of his chest like a grown-up.

Lin Lin shot him a glare and retorted immediately, “No way, he’s a perfect match with me, OK? Baobao, will you feel happy for me if I get together with Mr. Handsome?”

Lin Lin grinned with pleasure upon thinking of her happy life with He Siming in the future.

The smile on Wen Baobao’s face suddenly vanished. He sighed and rebuked Lin Lin like a teacher, “As our teachers say, one must know his limitations. A maid will never marry a prince. So godmother Lin Lin, you can make it happen only in your imagination but not in the reality because Mr. Handsome is my mommy’s.”

“Humph, I said he’s mine, then he’s mine. Nobody can take him away from me,” Lin Lin snorted arrogantly.

“Not yours, my mommy’s,” Wen Baobao instantly talked back.

“Mine.”

“Mommy’s.”

“Mine…”

The two of them didn’t yield to each other and bickered incessantly as flushes mounted to their eyebrows.

“…”

Wen Shuyue put on an awkward look, rolling her eyes with her head up.

“When did she make an acquaintance with He Siming? And Baobao likes him a lot,” Lin Lin wondered.

“Your son always hopes we have a date.”

When this deep masculine voice suddenly came to her ears, Wen Shuyue made no response, squeezing a smile and shrugging her shoulders towards him.

Lin Lin and Wen Baobao changed the spot to continue bickering, probably because they realized it was not an appropriate place to do that. They seemed determined to defeat each other.

“And I agree with him. I’ll give it a thought,” He Siming said before Wen Shuyue did.

Give what a thought? To have a date with her?

We Shuyue instantly got confused with a flush on her face. She faked a cough with her head down and said, pretending to be calm, “Don’t take his words seriously, Mr. He. Baobao said that just to provoke Lin Lin.”

“I don’t think so.”

He Siming raised his arm to check the time in a noble and elegant way.

His inaccessible appearance undermined Wen Shuyue’s confidence in her own beauty.

All of a sudden, the bickering stopped before the door creaked open.

Wen Baobao wore a smug smile while Lin Lin looked disappointed, folding her arms in front of her chest. Judging from that, Baobao might be the winner.

“Mommy, I’m going out for night snack with godmother in case we ruin your time with Mr. Handsome,” Wen Baobao said with his triumphant childish voice, looking at Wen Shuyue with a smile.

Out of his expectation, Wen Shuyue forbade him and put on a solemn face.

She squatted down to hold him up. Still looking a little solemn, Wen Shuyue said, “Baobao, it’s late now. You’ve got to go to bed.”

Lin Lin also put on a serious look. She tipped Wen Shuyue a wink and took a helpless glance at He Siming before she left the house carefully.

“But I’m not sleepy at all, mommy,” Wen Baobao said with an upset look. He might have already fallen asleep if He Siming hadn’t visited tonight.

It was quite a challenge to put him to sleep in this case.

“Fine, what about some stories? Go back to your room and wait for mommy, OK? I’ll be right there with you.” Wen Shuyue softened her face soon since it was too much for her to remain solemn to the kiddo.

Her caring and loving eyes were entirely different from her aggressive ones in most of the time.

Wen Baobao nodded obediently and tipped He Siming an encouraging wink, whose intention was quite obvious.

Wen Shuyue felt ashamed and said, looking at He Siming reluctantly, “It’s late. You’d better go back home to sleep, Mr. He.”

“What? You don’t want to talk about the cooperation with me now? This is the chance.” He Siming looked at her, raising his eyebrows. He didn’t expect she would ask him to leave this soon.

“We can talk about work, but I’ll skip the cooperation part because I have confidence in my capability and I don’t need to convince you by other means,” Wen Shuyue said as she shook her head.

She hated those most, who weren’t capable and made backdoor deals. In no way would she do that even if she failed to close the deal.