Stop There, Daddy

“Once again, call me by my name,” He Siming said in an emotionless tone and took a glance at Wen Shuyue.

However, it would take Wen Shuyue some time to get rid of the habit of calling him by Mr. He. Just now, she was so excited that she let slip his name, but now she felt it embarrassing to call him by his name again.

Having hesitated for a while, she nodded reluctantly, “Okay.”

The snow was getting heavier outside. Surely, Wen Shuyue was nervous, pinching the Santa Claus in her hand. When she reflected on what had happened today, she found it somewhat unbelievable.

He Siming…

He didn’t seem so cold as she had imagined.

“Here we are.”

As Wen Shuyue was lost in thoughts, Guan Yue’s voice pulled her back from her thoughts.

Raising her head, she looked out of the window and saw the gated community she lived in. As she tidied her stuff, she said, “Thank you for sending me back home. If you can spend Christmas with Baobao, he’ll definitely be on top of the world.”

“But you don’t feel so?”

His voice sounded as indifferent as usual, but with a touch of flirtation this time.

Stunned by his words, Wen Shuyue looked up at He Siming, trying to take a hint from his face, but found nothing.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

She calmed herself down and said with a light smile, “Of course I’ll be very happy if you can spend Christmas with Baobao. But I think Baobao will be happy enough to spend it with me.”

As she spoke, Wen Shuyue removed all her things out of the car. He Siming wanted to give her a hand but he was turned down, so he asked Guan Yue to help carry the things to her house.

“Mommy, Mr. Handsome went to see you today, didn’t he? Why didn’t he send you back home?” Upon opening the door, Wen Baobao saw his mother with many things in her hands.

As he looked back and didn’t see He Siming, the anticipation on his face receded gradually and even turned into somewhat disappointment.

Wen Shuyue knew it well that Wen Baobao did like He Siming, probably because He Siming was excellent or because of Baobao’s lack of father’s love.

“Baobao, don’t worry. Mr. Handsome said he will spend Christmas with you,” Wen Shuyue instantly cheered Baobao up.

Hearing her words, Wen Baobao beamed with a smile. He developed a love for Christmas as his mother loved Christmas Eve, which was also her birthday.

On that day, Wen Shuyue’s parents used to give her presents for Christmas and her birthday as well, but now…

Things had changed.

Her father had already passed away and her mother was alive but missing. She would have dealt with Lu Junhan in the cruellest way if he hadn’t kept her mother away from her.

“Mommy, Mr. Handsome said we can spend the night in his house, didn’t he? I have a great idea. First come, first served. You can seize the chance to make him fall for you,” Wen Baobao said happily as soon as he came up with this idea.

Wen Shuyue was rendered speechless.

Patting her forehead, she couldn’t feel more embarrassed. Having a smart son had been something pleasant for her, but it made her worried lately.

How could a four-year-old kid know so much?

“Do you think I’m smart, mommy? Godmother Lin Lin taught me all these. As she said, if you meet someone you like, you’ve got to do something. Or else, you may lose him any minute. So go for it, mommy,” Wen Baobao explained seriously with his hands supporting his chin as if he understood what was in his mother’s mind.

Jeez!

Wen Shuyue almost burst into tears. Thanks to Lin Lin, Wen Baobao knew more than he supposed to have known at such a young age.

Wen Shuyue took a deep breath and heaved a sigh. She put things away before she squatted down and looked straight to Wen Baobao to say, “Baobao, you’re too young to understand everything. Adults’ world is not as simple as children’s.”

Wen Baobao seemed to have figured out what his mother was about to say. He shook his index finger in front of her face as he said with seriousness on his baby face, “Mommy, you’re wrong. In fact, I understand everything. The two of you are my parents, just not the regular ones because you’re not a couple. Am I right?”

“Yes, you got it right,” Wen Shuyue answered awkwardly.

She couldn’t figure out other explanations apart from that one.

“Yeah, that’s why I try hard to make you guys a couple. Mr. Handsome is a great dad. I’m sure you’ll like him,” Wen Baobao affirmed.

Based on his understanding of his mother, Baobao was sure his mother would like the man he liked. So he affirmed that his mother would fall in love with Mr. Handsome sooner or later.

Wen Shuyue had no idea of how to explain and waited reluctantly till Wen Baobao got thirsty after making a long speech and went back to his room resignedly.

Wen Baobao was smarter in terms of intelligence and emotion than his mother expected so that she always had a foreboding that Baobao would do something to sell her out.

Wen Shuyue left the Christmas decorations alone since she still had time for it and went back to her project. She didn’t go to bed until it was late at night.

“Miss Wen, you look exhausted. Are you sure you don’t need a break?”

Xiaolu couldn’t help asking when she saw Wen Shuyue nod off several times.

Wen Shuyue forced herself to freshen up before she shook her head and said with a weak smile, “It’s okay. I’ll take a break after finishing this. Don’t worry about me. Get back to your work.”

“Alright, but don’t forget your meeting. Mr. He has been waiting for you in the meeting room. I wanted to tell you, but he didn’t want to bother you and asked you to meet him when it’s time,” Xiaolu said.

He Siming?

Wen Shuyue’s eyes sparkled because she didn’t expect He Siming would show up this early. As she was totally awake now, she sorted out the materials before she went to meet He Siming.

“Miss Wen, Mr. He wanted you to have a break. Maybe you…” Xiaolu said behind her.

“No, I don’t need a break. Since he’s here, how can I have a break now?” Wen Shuyue interrupted before Xiaolu finished her words.

Wen Shuyue was supposed to visit Mannis today, but He Siming came to visit her instead. So she couldn’t make him feel disrespected.