Stop There, Daddy

Wen Shuyue was in no mood to go back to the company to endure everyone’s suspicions. She wearily returned to He Siming’s home without even having lunch.

“Oh, you’re back, Miss Wen.” Mrs. Zhang was cleaning the living room. She confusedly asked Wen Shuyue about it as she saw Wen Shuyue walk inside without even changing out of her high heels first.

Wen Shuyue nodded listlessly and went straight upstairs. Mrs. Zhang concernedly watched as Wen Shuyue went back to her room.

After walking into her bedroom, Wen Shuyue closed the door behind her, carelessly tossed her handbag onto the sofa and lay on the bed. Surprisingly, after some time she drifted off.

Soon the working hours were over. He Siming drove straight back to his mansion. He wanted to come back early to personally cook for Wen Shuyue and her child, but he had barely changed his shoes when Mrs. Zhang walked up to him.

“You’re back!” Mrs. Zhang asked with concern.

“Yeah.” He Siming naturally placed his portfolio on Mrs. Zhang’s hand.

“Please help me cook dinner, while they’re still not back.” He Siming headed for the kitchen, unbuttoning his sleeves and rolling them up slightly in an aristocratic way.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Mr. He, Miss Wen came back some time ago,” Mrs. Zhang told him, following in his wake, her face etched with concern.

He Siming stopped and asked bemusedly, “When did she come back?”

“Miss Wen came back shortly after noon, and she went into her room to rest without even changing her shoes first. She’s still in there.” Mrs. Zhang told him about Wen Shuyue’s abnormal behavior. She knew about the relationship between He Siming and Wen Shuyue. It was obvious that Wen Shuyue was not in a good mood, so He Siming needed to cheer her up.

After hearing her words, He Siming walked upstairs, a good-looking crease between his brows, manifest concern on his face.

He Siming opened the door to see Wen Shuyue limply lying on the bed face down. Her face was buried in the pillow. He Siming had a sense of foreboding. He hurriedly went to check her breathing. He had just placed his leg on the bed when Wen Shuyue slowly lifted her head and opened her sleepy eyes to look at him innocently.

He Siming’s heartbeat gradually slowed down. He reached out his hand to gently stroke Wen Shuyue’s sideburns and asked with concern, “You’ve been sleeping all along?”

“Yeah. I felt a bit tired, so I slept longer than usual. What time is it?” Wen Shuyue sat up and lightly rubbed her half open eyes.

“It’s already time for dinner.” He Siming noticed the fatigue in her eyes, wondering if she was under great pressure due to the design competition and the cooperation.

“Oh, then I’ll go and cook.” Wen Shuyue stood up, intending to go to the kitchen.

He Siming pulled her over, sat her back onto the bed and had her look at his eyes. He asked blandly, “What’s wrong? Have you been under a lot of pressure lately? Would you like me to make some arrangements and have them give you more time?”

“No need.” Wen Shuyue declined flatly. Everybody believed that she was a social climber piggybacking on He Siming. If she accepted his help, there would be no place for her in the company.

“You need to rest.” He Siming looked worried, for he could tell Wen Shuyue was in a rough shape and needed more rest.

Looking at He Siming’s concerned face, Wen Shuyue felt a warm glow glaring inside her. She reached out her hand, held He Siming’s warm one and smiled gently, “Don’t worry. I’m fine. I just need some rest. Really.”

“Mommy, I’m back.” Wen Baobao showed up at the doorway to see the two of them sitting hand in hand on the edge of the bed. He promptly gave a knowing smile and said archly, “Mommy, Dad, why didn’t you guys close the door? Your behavior might lead a kid astray. Besides, it’s time for dinner.”

With that Wen Baobao hurriedly trotted off. He also considerately closed the door for them. He Siming’s face was sulky, and Wen Shuyue’s cheeks were faintly red. She wondered who had taught the boy those things.

“I, uh, I’ll go and cook.” Wen Shuyue awkwardly stood up, intending to flee the room which had suddenly become a little intimate and stuffy.

She had hardly walked two paces when He Siming placed his hands on her shoulders. He rose to his feet and walked to the door before Wen Shuyue could. “I’ll cook. All you have to do is wait for the dinner to be ready.”

Wen Shuyue halted as his hands rested on her shoulders. She staggeringly stopped in her tracks and watched as He Siming gracefully walked out. His back was very straight. Silhouetted against the light from the chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the mansion, he seemed to shine. In that moment, Wen Shuyue felt as if she were looking at the male lead of a soap opera. Recalling the concern that He Siming had shown earlier today, Wen Shuyue felt that she had done the right thing by not telling him about her disqualification. His concern for her was enough to make her feel content. She could not seek help from him every time she was in trouble.

Eventually Wen Shuyue went into the kitchen to help He Siming. In fact, she did not know how to help him with the cooking. All she did was wipe the non-existent sweat from his forehead and handed him a plate from time to time. She was like a servant girl working in the kitchen. Mrs. Zhang, having noticed that the two of them were cooking like a married couple, sensibly walked out.

The aroma of food soon wafted out of the kitchen into the living room. Wen Baobao poked his head beyond the balustrade of the upstairs corridor and took a deep sniff at the tantalizing aroma. “Whoa, Dad is cooking!” he exclaimed excitedly.

Wen Shuyue came out of the kitchen just in time to hear Wen Baobao’s excited voice. She said with faint jealousy, “Wen Baobao, why were you never excited about me cooking you meals?”

“Uh.” Wen Baobao scratched his head awkwardly and said to Wen Shuyue, “Mommy, I’m still a kid. I don’t want to lie.”

“Wen Baobao! What did you just say?” Wen Shuyue was instantly annoyed. She could not believe that her son, whom she had brought up personally, had just said that to her.

“Mommy, I got homework to do. Give me a shout when dinner’s ready.” Wen Baobao realized that his mother was angry. He hurriedly went into his room and heaved a long sigh of relief, deciding not to make any sound.

Wen Shuyue watched as the door that slammed shut on the second floor, looking resigned. ‘Am I really that scary?’

“Come and get the dish.” He Siming’s voice came from the kitchen.

“Coming.” Wen Shuyue quickly put the dish on the dining table and returned to the kitchen to help.

Soon the dinner was ready. Wen Baobao, a smart boy, came down in a timely manner to eat. He and his father raced to offer Wen Baobao food. Wen Shuyue brightened as she watched the two of them romping.

The next day, Wen Shuyue appeared at the company on time. Xiaolu knocked on the door as soon as Wen Shuyue entered her office.

“Miss Wen, Mr. Gu want you in his office. It’s probably because of the National Fashion Design Contest,” Xiaolu said concernedly.

“Alright. I’ll be there in a minute.” Wen Shuyue had just sat down. She wanted to take a look at the design paper.

“No need.” Gu Ning’s voice came from the doorway.

“Mr. Gu.” Xiaolu greeted Gu Ning respectfully.

Wen Shuyue simply sat there and looked at Gu Ning, showing no inclination to stand up.

“It surprises me you’re still so composed.” Gu Ning’s face was etched with anger, but he clearly was not ready to vent it yet.