Stop There, Daddy

“Now you know he set your father up. What are you gonna do?” He Siming asked as peacefully as usual. Apparently, things were the same as he expected.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

But Wen Shuyue wasn’t an expert in laws, so she could only sigh, gritting her teeth with anger, “All I can do now is to find evidence. Anyway, I have to meet my father first.”

Her father must have suffered a lot in such an outlying prison. It deeply upset her that her father was wronged for no reason and punished for the errors of others.

All of a sudden, Lin Lin’s words struck Wen Shuyue. Wen Shuyue turned to He Siming and said slightly nervously, “Could you please help me? I will do anything as you wish if you help me meet my father.”

Wen Shuyue blurted out, being too anxious to think about what her words meant, when her mind was filled with scenes of her father in the prison.

“You sure you will do anything?” He Siming slightly curled up the corner of his amber eyes with a touch of happiness.

Wen Shuyue nodded without thinking, but she soon realized that she shouldn’t make an easy promise. When she was about to restate her thoughts, He Siming pulled her out of the room.

“Well, such being the case, spend Christmas Eve with me and I promise you will meet your father tomorrow.”

He Siming’s promise kicked in like a tranquilizer, which set Wen Shuyue’s mind at ease, when she kept up with him. Known as a domineering CEO, Wen Shuyue showed her timid side only when she was with He Siming.

It was in the office hour, but some employees got distracted and saw them leaving the company and some even posted pictures of them on the Internet.

He Siming was quite an influencer, who attracted considerable public attention to his private life, even more than that of a super star in show business.

When people saw pictures of He Siming holding Wen Shuyue’s hand on the Internet, some people sent wishes to He Siming and Wen Shuyue while most of people slandered the two of them and even cursed Wen Shuyue.

Wen Shuyue had a meal with He Siming in a fancy western restaurant. When Wen Shuyue’s phone rang and she tried to answer it, He Siming grabbed it from her and turned it off swiftly.

“Let’s enjoy our Christmas Eve without phones, shall we?” He Siming asked when returning the phone to her. Without a doubt, it was a question that didn’t welcome a negative answer.

Rolling her eyes, Wen Shuyue didn’t get mad at his words and even made a joke, “Don’t you worry that we’ll be taken pictures? People may describe us as Mr. Handsome and the evil witch.”

Mr. Handsome obviously referred to He Siming. A long time ago, Wen Shuyue knew He Siming was as popular as a famous star, but she didn’t care about it. When she was attacked last time, she finally knew how powerful he could be with such reputation.

“I’ll always be handsome and you’re absolutely not the witch,” He Siming said with a faint smile when he cut the steak and then switched it with Wen Shuyue’s steak.

His unexpected move made Wen Shuyue somewhat touched and his words somehow make her feel secured, so she whispered, “Thanks.”

“Sure. You’re Baobao’s mother and I’m Baobao’s father, so it’s a natural thing for me to cut the steak for you, right?” He Siming said blandly in an indifferent voice with a hint of happiness.

He Siming felt inexplicably comfortable being with Wen Shuyue, but he never felt that way being with other people. He Siming even looked forward to meeting Wen Shuyue a lot.

Even though He Siming refused to admit it, he couldn’t deny the fact that he had a crush on Wen Shuyue who meant more than just the mother of Wen Baobao for He Siming.

Wen Shuyue remained silent with her head lowered. It was like a date of a couple under this increasingly sweat and warm atmosphere. Indulged in this feeling, Wen Shuyue even hoped this warm moment lasted forever.

“Where would you like to go today?” He Siming suddenly turned to her.

Wen Shuyue had no idea at all. She used to spend Christmas Eve with Wen Baobao in the amusement park, nice restaurants and shopping malls. If it snowed, she made snowmen with Wen Baobao.

She spent every single Christmas in the same way, so she didn’t know how to celebrate it since she was with He Siming this time.

“If you have no idea, then stick with me wherever I go. What do you think?” He Siming asked again for Wen Shuyue remained silent for quite a while.

His question pulled Wen Shuyue back to her thoughts and she nodded coyly. In fact, that was what she expected. She was willing to go anywhere as long as she was with He Siming.

Apparently, He Siming was happy with her answer, wearing a smile through the whole meal. After the meal, He Siming took her to a game center.

“I didn’t know you play games in your spare time. I thought work was everything in your life.” Wen Shuyue was somewhat astonished and felt something different in He Siming today.

With a light smile, He Siming said, “Work is work and life is life. There must be a boundary between them. I don’t just play games. I’m a game whiz. Let’s have a race, shall we?”

“Sure,” Wen Shuyue agreed without hesitation.

After all, she had played many games with Wen Baobao during his growth, so she had confidence that she was no worse at games than He Siming even though she wasn’t as good at games as Wen Baobao.

The first game was shooting game. He Siming didn’t miss a single shooting while Wen Shuyue missed several. But He Siming was impressed by her talent in playing games.

With a thumbs-up, He Siming praised her generously, “Now you live up to the title as my son’s mother. He’s developed your talent.”

“Truly. Baobao has been fond of these kinds of games since he was little. We used to win easily in claw games. So the boss always stopped us by giving us some dolls as compensation.” Wen Shuyue couldn’t help smiling at the thought of funny things of the past.

In fact, Wen Shuyue felt sorry for the boss who led a life by running the game machine business, because she always won many presents with little money thanks to her smart son.