Stop There, Daddy

“This…” When He Siming saw a black unidentified objects on the desk, the corner of his mouth twitched. He turned his head and looked at Wen Shuyue beside him, “Is this edible?”

Wen Shuyue opened her hands and said with a pouty mouth, “You asked me to make it. This is the best I can make. I have no other way if you dislike it.”

For the first time, He Siming knew what it meant by stewing in one’s own juice. He picked up the chopsticks and poked the charcoal in the middle, then asked, “What is this?”

“Sweet and sour rib.”

He Siming reacted quickly and pointed to the bowl of soup next to it, “What about this?”

“Black bone chicken soup,” Wen Shuyue sat down with her hands supporting her chin and smiled, “Can’t you tell?”

He Siming stopped talking. He reached out with his chopsticks, pointed to a few other dishes, and put them down eventually. He asked her seriously, “Are you sure you’re not going to kill your husband?”

Wen Shuyue shook her head meekly, “No, how do I dare?”

Seeing the difficult look on He Siming’s face, Wen Shuyue suddenly wanted to tease He Siming. She blinked and looked at him, “Are you going to try it or not? I’ve spent a lot of effort and with great sincerity.”

Somehow, He Siming felt that she was acting coquettishly, and it worked.

He picked up the chopsticks again and his brown eyes turned soft said, “Yes, I am.”

After he finished, he put a piece of rib in his mouth, chewed a few times without any expression, then swallowed it.

“You really eat it?” Wen Shuyue raised her voice and looked at him with surprise. She just wanted to tease him, but she didn’t really want him to eat.

She knew what she got. ‘What if it takes a life?’

What if all the directors of Mannis came and seeked an explanation from her… No way, the more Wen Shuyue thought about it the more afraid she became. She pulled at He Siming and headed outside, “Let’s go, I’ll talke you to the hospital and have a gastric lavage!”

He Siming paused and stood motionlessly.

Wen Shuyue turned her head and saw him grining, “What are you laughing at?”

“At your silliness.”

He Siming reached out and rubbed her furry head. Today, she didn’t tie her hair up and her hair was silky like that of a small animal.

“…”

Wen Shuyue was rendered speechless. ‘How can this man speak so annoyingly?’

However, now was not the time to argue with him, she still had to take him to the hospital first. She raised her head and said seriously, “Seriously, you have to get a gastric lavage as soon as possible. If you got food poison, your hundreds of thousands of employees will hold me responsible.”

“What about you?” He Siming retorted, “Will you be worried if I’m poisoned?”

Wen Shuyue didn’t expect him to change the topic so quickly, she took a while to come around, pondering on the profound meaning of his sentence.

If she said she wouldn’t worry, then her cooperation with Mannis would probably be a dead end. If she said she would be worry, would it make her seem spineless?

Finally, between cooperation and spine, Wen Shuyue decided to chose cooperate so she said, “I will!”

Getting the answer he wanted, He Siming smiled and pulled Wen Shuyue back the way they came.

“Alas, I said I will be worried. Why don’t you head to the hospital yet? How you wish to see me beaten to death by your employees?”

Perhaps it was because of her dependence on him, Wen Shuyue was able to take away her disguise when she was in front of He Siming. She had no burden anymore and could even speak boldly.

He Siming held her into his embrace and drew her closer as he look at her jelly like lips, and said softly, “I have a strong body. Your food can’t kill me.”

The man’s handsome face was so close and his deep voice was full of seduction. Wen Shuyue swallowed her saliva, submitting to defeat as her cheeks blushed.

He Siming kissed her lightly on her lips, then let her go and chuckled, “You’re drooling.”

When she heard this, Wen Shuyue subconsciously wiped her mouth and heard the man’s loud laughter. Then she knew that she had been tricked and yelled, “You played me.”

Then she reached out to hit him.

Her face was twisted and she found this man so annoying!

Being amused by her cute look, He Siming leaned over, grabbed her head from behind with his big hand, and bent over to kiss her.

Wen Shuyue’s eyes suddenly widened and when she heard the man say, “Close your eyes.” She shut her eyes again obediantly, held by his waist, followed his rhythm and sunk with it.

The air became thick and sweet because of this long kiss.

“Eh-hem…”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

The sudden cough interrupted the romance of the two of them. Wen Shuyue opened her eyes to see that Wen Baobao was standing in the staircase with a grin on his face, which didn’t seem innocent at all.

Wen Shuyue hurriedly broke away He Siming’s embrace, smoothed her hair and glared at Wen Baobao.

He Siming was expressionless.

Wen Baobao walked over with a bounce, looked at his parents and grinned, revealing his eight front teeth, “Papa, when are you and Mommy going to give me a little sister? Baobao wants to play with a younger sister.”

Meaningfully, he blinked at He Siming.

“Wen Baobao, you…”

“You would have to ask your mother.”

Wen Shuyue was just about to educate Wen Baobao when she was

cut off by He Siming, and then she was so choked that she couldn’t say anything. She could only wail in her heart, “Who can tell me why I got involved with these two men?”

When Wen Baobao saw the bitter smile on Wen Shuyue’s face, he raised his head and said, “Mommy, don’t be shy?”

He wanted to say something but his eyes were attracted by the dark objects on the table. He frowned and said with disdain, “Oh my god, what is this? Who made this dark cuisine!”

Then he turned his head and looked at Wen Shuyue. “Mommy, it’s not you, right?”

Wen Shuyue smiled awkwardly and nodded.

Then she saw He Siming’s faint smile and she wanted to find a hole on the ground to hide.

With a confirming answer, Wen Baobao turned on the complaining mode and told He Siming about all the failure cooking cases that Wen Shuyue had over the four years.

Wen Shuyue laughed dryly from the side and occasionally received He Siming’s uncertain sneer. She wanted more than anything to go and stuff Wen Baobao’s mouth.

When she finally heard Wen Baobao say that he was hungry. Wen Shuyue hurriedly suggested to go out for dinner, but He Siming said that he would eat at home.

“But didn’t you tell your servant to go on a vacation? What to eat? Are we going to eat these?” Wen Shuyue pointed at the food on the table with uncertainty.

“I’ll cook,” He Siming answered succinctly, then turned around and walked into the kitchen.

“Alas, Papa, you know how to cook. You’re much better than Mommy!”

Wen Baobao followed behind He Siming with a look of adoration and didn’t forget to complain about Wen Shuyue.

The corner of Wen Shuyue’s mouth twitched. How could she have given birth to such a son who gave hard time to his mother?

However, she was soon attracted by He Siming’s cooking skills and had completely forgotten how she had been complained earlier.

Just like that, under the audience of an adult and a child, He Siming swiftly made four dishes and a soup.

Wen Shuyue and Wen Baobao looked at the table which was full of dishes and sighed in amazement.

“Damn, He Siming, you’re amazing!”

“Wow, Papa, you’re amazing!”

Then, the two of them began to indulge themselves in the lunch.

He Siming looked at them and his eyes seemed to be overflowing with love.