Stop There, Daddy

Wen Shuyue felt very sorry to see Wen Baobao being so sensible. As a mother, she certainly wanted Baobao to be happy.

But now, Wen Baobao gave up a lot for her. Baobao’s biological father was right in front of him, but he could only reluctantly call him Mr. He instead of daddy. Baobao did all this to make her feel better.

Wen Shuyue took a deep breath and tried to hold back her emotions. Then she reached out and pinched Wen Baobao’s little face, looking at him with loving eyes. “Baobao, don’t think this way. Whether your father and I can be together or not, we are the ones who love you the most. You can call Mr. He ‘daddy’ because he really is your dad.”

“Mommy, won’t you be sad if I call him daddy?” Wen Baobao tilted his small head, and his beautiful amber eyes were full of seriousness and nervousness.

“Of course not. I want someone to love you as much as I do, so Baobao, you must not have such worries.” Wen Shuyue quickly shook her head.

Her eyes sparkled with tears, and she couldn’t help it.

She would never have believed that Wen Baobao was her son if she had not delivered him after her 10-month pregnancy. The child’s EQ and IQ were beyond imagination.

Wen Baobao suddenly laughed, and the wit in his eyes also appeared.

“Mommy, can you come with me to live with daddy?”

“Ok. It’s up to you. Mommy will give you everything you want.” Wen Shuyue rubbed Baobao’s nose, eager to hug this little guy tightly.

After Wen Shuyue’s chat with Wen Baobao, the relationship between Wen Baobao and He Siming also got better. Perhaps Wen Baobao now called He Siming daddy, and he always said in front of Wen Shuyue that they were a loving family.

Whenever Wen Baobao said this, Wen Shuyue always felt odd. Wen Baobao was trying to set them up, but it didn’t seem to be right.

When she got off work at noon, Wen Shuyue drove to the law office. She had to know about the custody of the child.

“Mr. Wang, what are my chances of winning custody of my child?” Wen Shuyue looked at the lawyer seriously. Although she pretended to look very calm, she was worried in heart.

The lawyer took a close look at the profiles of the two men, and when he had sorted everything out, he looked solemn.

“I’m not sure,” he said, “but judging from the data, you only have a 30 percent chance of success, and that’s the most optimistic result.”

“Why is it so low? I am the mother of this child, and I have brought him up for so long. It shouldn’t be so low.” Wen Shuyue’s heart skipped a beat, and her face turned pale in an instant.

She had thought that she had at least 30 percent chance to succeed, but it turned out to be the highest rate in the eyes of the lawyer. In this case, the lawsuit would be very unfavorable to her.

In case, in the end, she lost the case, she would never accompany Wen Baobao anymore.

Wen Shuyue’s heart ached at the thought of being separated from Wen Baobao, as if an invisible hand was clenching her heart, making her feel excruciating pain.

“Miss Wen, I advise you to think carefully. It is definitely not a good time to start a lawsuit against He Siming.” The lawyer reminded her again and again. Although he had not known Wen Shuyue for long, he did not want her to feel so sad.

After learning about the situation, Wen Shuyue thanked the lawyer and left quietly.

There were some things that people couldn’t deny, especially the blood relationship. There was no doubt that Wen Baobao was the son of He Siming. Even if she tried hard, there was nothing she could do.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Buzz-”

“Hello.”

“Miss Wen, I’m Guan Yue. The one-month deadline is coming. Are you ready to move now?” Guan Yue’s voice came from the other end of the phone.

Upon hearing the word “move”, Wen Shuyue could not help quivering. And her hand holding the phone was shaking.

People were selfish. On the one hand, she wanted Wen Baobao to have father’s love, but on the other hand, she wanted Baobao to be her own.

But it was He Siming whom she was going to face.

He was a powerful and invincible man in the business world.

“Miss Wen? Miss Wen, are you still there?”

Wen Shuyue did not speak for a long time, while Guan Yue’s voice sounded again.

Wen Shuyue quickly recovered herself from her thoughts and promptly replied, “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch what you said because I was dealing with something here just now. Could you please repeat it?”

“Well, Miss Wen, the deadline of a month is almost up. “Mr. He hopes you’ll move in early so Baobao can get used to the situation here.” Guan Yue patiently explained.

What should come would come after all.

“Phew!” Wen Shuyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, gritted her teeth, and then said reluctantly, “Ok, I see. I’ll be ready to move in a few days.”

“Let’s meet at the civil affairs bureau at seven o ‘clock this evening. I hope Miss Wen won’t be late then.” Guan Yue said what he should have said and hung up the phone.

It was still tricky for Wen Shuyue to get a license from the civil affairs bureau. If she and He Siming wanted to maintain a fake marriage for a year, did they need to get a marriage certificate for it? What was the point?

They might as well just live together for a year and go their separate ways.

The more Wen Shuyue thought about it, the more she felt that she should not get the license. She immediately sent a message to He Siming and asked him to come out to discuss the matter.

The vast cafe was filled with melodious music. Wen Shuyue had just arrived at the cafe when she saw He Siming.

The man was like a shining star among the many, and wherever he sat, he was the center of attention. And Wen Shuyue could always see him at a glance.

“You’re late.”

As Wen Shuyue sat down opposite him, the deep, cold voice of He Siming came from the front.

She was slightly shocked, and her usual smile became somewhat rigid. Pointing at her watch, she explained, ” Mr. He, did you get the time wrong? We agreed to meet at 7, and it’s only 6:55, so… ”

Wen Shuyue shrugged. What she meant was self-evident.

He Siming’s face suddenly darkened, and his cold eyes unconsciously fixed on his watch.

It turned out to be seven o’clock, but he thought they agreed to meet at six.