After Christmas Eve, He Siming didn’t contact Wen Shuyue, not even once, and she didn’t see him at home when she paid visits to Wen Baobao. It seemed He Siming was vanished from Wen Shuyue’s life.
“Mommy, Daddy hasn’t been home these days. Has he really been so tied up? Maybe he wants to abandon me.”
It turned out that Wen Baobao hadn’t seen his father these days either. Although Wen Baobao seldom expressed his feelings for his father, Wen Shuyue knew that He Siming had taken an indispensable part in Wen Baobao’s heart.
Caressing Wen Baobao’s head, Wen Shuyue comforted him softly, “It’s nothing like that. Daddy loves you so much. Of course he won’t abandon you. He’s just been too busy to come back these days.”
“What about you and Daddy? Have you met him?”
What concerned Wen Baobao most was his parents’ relationship. He hoped them to be together so that the three of them would become a real family.
It was such a tough question that Wen Shuyue couldn’t even make up an excuse. She had not a clue why He Siming and she suddenly became strangers even though they had been close before.
“Obviously, Daddy hasn’t contacted you. Oh, we’re not Daddy’s most beloved people indeed,” Wen Baobao sighed when squinting at Wen Shuyue cautiously to see how she reacted.
They comforted each other like abandoned children. But Wen Shuyue left the house for work a while later.
When she was backing her car, she saw the familiar Rolls-Royce.
Was it He Siming in the car?
When Wen Shuyue stared at the car with excitement, He Siming got off the car, walked to the front passenger seat and helped a pretty lady get off the car.
Gong Xue?
The smile on Wen Shuyue’s face instantly disappeared. He Siming said he treated Gong Xue just as his sister. In that case, why did he help her get off the car in such a decent manner?
“He doesn’t treat her just as a sister. Definitely not.”
When Wen Shuyue mumbled, she felt her heart was stabbed by sharp swords, which made it hard for her to breathe. She had never felt that way, stricken with pain with her heart broken, not even when Lu Junhan cheated her.
With tears trickling down incessantly, Wen Shuyue kept wiping tears. She tried every possible way to suppress her emotions but still failed to stop tears from running down.
When she saw He Siming walking towards her, Wen Shuyue turned the car around and drove off. Obviously, she didn’t want He Siming to know she dropped by.
Sometimes, things didn’t go the way as one expected. Upon seeing her car driving away rapidly, He Siming turned sullen and had a bad vibe.
“Siming, what are you looking at? You promised to show me around. Shall we go now?” Gong Xue held him by the arm happily, paying no attention to other things.
He Siming shifted his gaze and took Gong Xue to his villa.
Wen Baobao, who had already been mad at He Siming, got even madder to see his father come back with a strange woman.
With arms akimbo, Wen Baobao walked to He Siming like a fierce witch and said in a tricky tone, “Daddy, who’s she? Why are you guys so close? Will she become my stepmother?”
“Hey, you must be Baobao. Siming often talks about you. You look cuter than I imagine.” Gong Xue squatted down to give Wen Baobao a hug with a disgusting fake smile.
No matter how Gong Xue fawned over him, Wen Baobao remained an impatient look. He pushed her away with hatred. Apparently, he didn’t even want to touch her.
Wen Baobao tied up his clothes before he said seriously, holding He Siming’s hand, “Mommy dropped by just now. For the record, I’ve decided to find a husband for her before the new year. So Mommy will have a companion to celebrate the new year.”
“Don’t you dare!” He Siming took a glance at Wen Baobao angrily.
As Wen Baobao expected, He Siming disagreed. Wen Baobao said with a happy smile, “Daddy, this is not fair. You find a wife. But why do you forbid Mommy to find a husband?”
He Siming put on a sullen look speechlessly. God knew how much he wanted to zip his son’s lip.
“I think Mr. Gu is nice to Mommy. Although he’s a girl-crazy man, he’s been nice to Mommy all the time. I’d like him to be my stepfather,” Wen Baobao uttered without looking at He Siming’s face. Wen Baobao spoke so loudly that Gong Xue was able to hear every single one of his words.
She had been somewhat worried that Wen Baobao would be a barrier between Gong Xue and He Siming ever since she knew He Siming had a son.
“Don’t poke your nose into your mother’s business. If you do so, you’ll never see her again,” He Siming said in a solemn voice.
Gong Xue had no chance to speak but to listen to them talking. She compressed her lips and hesitated for a while before holding He Siming by the arm.
“Siming, just relax. I’m sure he’s just kidding. Don’t take it so seriously. Grandpa asked me about the visit in your villa. Would you show me around now?” Gong Xue acted cutesy, hoping to be with He Siming without disturbance.
Wen Baobao hated affected woman most. Though Wen Baobao was still mad at He Siming, Wen Baobao grabbed He Siming by the trousers, trying to free He Siming from Gong Xue.
“Daddy, it’s been long since you kept my company. I’ll hate you if you don’t play games with me today,” Wen Baobao showed his ruthlessness to Gong Xue.
Wen Baobao used the trump card so that He Siming didn’t dare to reject Wen Baobao since a father could never refuse to spend time with his son.
As Wen Baobao expected, He Siming shook off Gong Xue’s hand. He Siming gave Wen Baobao a hug and said gently, “Alright, let’s play games.”
“Siming…” Gong Xue stamped her feet with anger. She was desperate to grab He Siming from Wen Baobao, but she knew she couldn’t do that right now.
Wen Baobao looked at her proudly and begged his father to play games in front of her.
