After a week of not seeing Jiayu, Tian Miaomiao had missed him terribly.
“Jiajia, what are you thinking about?”
She asked as the young boy folded his little arms, his brow furrowed tightly.
The rascal was different from the other toddlers of his age ever since he began remembering things, and could well be considered a genius.
Or indeed a tiny adult.
Furthermore, he was especially smart, knows how to act endearing while also care for others.
“Hmmm. I’m thinking it’s time Mommy got a boyfriend…” He began adorably.
“Forget it. Your mom? With that cold look of hers, anyone would be turning tail and running,” Tian Miaomiao could not help but retort.
The boy merely shot her a calm glance. “That’s still better than Miaomiao, who looks like she gets in heat at the drop of a hat.”
“…”
Tian Miaomiao inhaled sharply. “You rascal. You are getting a spanking!”
As the two chased around, Ji Weixi incidentally stepped out, and the toddler simply slipped into her fold.
“Mommy, Mommy,” he said. “I’m hungry.”
Ji Weixi crouched and held him in her arms, her heart softening. “Good boy. Let’s go home. Mommy will cook for you.”
“Mommy…” Jiayu then pouted, putting his arms around her neck. “Mommy, won’t you look for a boyfriend? Baby wants a daddy.”
Ji Weixi felt an ache in her breath and there was a flash of misery beneath her gaze, but she simply smiled as she changed the subject. “We’ll have dinner at home first, and see what house Miaomiao got for us.”
***
Born without a father, the boy had often asked her why others had a daddy but he did not.
It was a question that Ji Weixi could not answer—because she did not even know who the father of her child was.
That was a scar she could hardly tear open.
Tian Miaomiao was driving through an interchange, while Ji Weixi held Jiajia as she rode shotgun.
“Xixi, have you never thought about looking for one?” Tian Miaomiao suddenly asked as she stared at Weixi’s side profile.
In return, Ji Weixi gently stroked her son’s head. “Of course I did. With my cute son, there will be many men wanting to be his daddy.”
The little one looked up happily with a sweet smile. “That’s because my mommy’s the most beautiful woman in the world!”
Tian Miaomiao’s gaze became troubled—she knew that Ji Weixi was lying.
Over the last four years, Ji Weixi had become ever icier as she poured her heart into caring for her son. Despite being a famed fashion designer, possessing good looks, and having many suitors, all of them fled at once upon learning that she had a son.
After all, there was no man who would want a son with no biological connection to themselves.
Bang—
That was when the car shook violently, startling the trio inside it.
“What happened?” Stunned considerably, Ji Weixi hastily put her hand over her son’s small head to protect him.
Jiayu was patting her sternum preciously too. “It’s alright, Mommy. It’s alright.”
“I’ll go take a look.”
Tian Miaomiao alighted to find that her car was rear-ended and left in pieces.
In agony, she bellowed at the car behind. “Hey! Where’d you learn to drive!”
The car door then opened. A man with an impassive face and clothed entirely in black got out and threw her a pile of money.
“That’s for the damages. Please move your car aside and let us pass.”
Goodness. Five whole stacks of red notes.
Oh, the whims of the rich.
Tian Miaomiao was left bewildered. She gulped, but remembered that though she might not be rich, she did not have to suffer such indignity. Who did they think they are insulting with money?
“You want me to move aside after bumping into me? Why should I do that—the road doesn’t belong to you!” Tian Miaomiao almost wanted to throw the money at the face of the black-suited man in return, but was also reluctant.
Ji Weixi soon left the car as well to see how things were, after getting Jiayu to stay put.
Feeling the pain at the wrecked car, she looked up with a cold glare and said, “Please apologize!”
The black-suited man had clearly thought that they would only want money. But once he saw that the owner was not to be insulted, he turned and walked to a Bugatti which had stopped as well.
The car window slowly descended, and the man hurriedly bowed. “What do we do, sir?”
“Let’s go.” A cold, commanding voice spoke.
“Yes, sir.”
The black-suited man nodded and turned, returning inside the car.
Reversing rapidly, the car then vanished in seconds.
“Zero class! Bumping my car and just running off after dumping a pile of cash!” Tian Miaomiao spat at the sight of the disappearing car.
Jiayu had left the car too, his grapelike eyes sparkling as he stared at the stacks of hundred-dollar notes in her arms. “Wow! With so much money, Mommy can look for a cheap daddy now!”
Ji Weixi sighed. “Let’s get the car fixed.”
***
Meanwhile, inside the Bugatti.
The man in the back seat who had his eyes for a break slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were fathomless and dark despite the gloom. “Don’t waste your breath if you get involved with another staged crash.”
“Yes, sir.”
The man then frowned, holding his forehead. His face looked pained.
“Sir, should we visit Doctor Jiang?” The black-suited man asked.
That accident four years ago had left him amnesiac and recurrent headaches.
“It’s fine.” He closed his eyes again, his mind full of the image of that other beautiful woman.
Damn it…
He had a nagging feeling that he knew her from somewhere.
After a week of not seeing Jiayu, Tian Miaomiao had missed him terribly.
“Jiajia, what are you thinking about?”
She asked as the young boy folded his little arms, his brow furrowed tightly.
The rascal was different from the other toddlers of his age ever since he began remembering things, and could well be considered a genius.
Or indeed a tiny adult.
Furthermore, he was especially smart, knows how to act endearing while also care for others.
“Hmmm. I’m thinking it’s time Mommy got a boyfriend…” He began adorably.
“Forget it. Your mom? With that cold look of hers, anyone would be turning tail and running,” Tian Miaomiao could not help but retort.
The boy merely shot her a calm glance. “That’s still better than Miaomiao, who looks like she gets in heat at the drop of a hat.”
“…”
Tian Miaomiao inhaled sharply. “You rascal. You are getting a spanking!”
As the two chased around, Ji Weixi incidentally stepped out, and the toddler simply slipped into her fold.
“Mommy, Mommy,” he said. “I’m hungry.”
Ji Weixi crouched and held him in her arms, her heart softening. “Good boy. Let’s go home. Mommy will cook for you.”
“Mommy…” Jiayu then pouted, putting his arms around her neck. “Mommy, won’t you look for a boyfriend? Baby wants a daddy.”
Ji Weixi felt an ache in her breath and there was a flash of misery beneath her gaze, but she simply smiled as she changed the subject. “We’ll have dinner at home first, and see what house Miaomiao got for us.”
***
Born without a father, the boy had often asked her why others had a daddy but he did not.
It was a question that Ji Weixi could not answer—because she did not even know who the father of her child was.
That was a scar she could hardly tear open.
Tian Miaomiao was driving through an interchange, while Ji Weixi held Jiajia as she rode shotgun.
“Xixi, have you never thought about looking for one?” Tian Miaomiao suddenly asked as she stared at Weixi’s side profile.
In return, Ji Weixi gently stroked her son’s head. “Of course I did. With my cute son, there will be many men wanting to be his daddy.”
The little one looked up happily with a sweet smile. “That’s because my mommy’s the most beautiful woman in the world!”
Tian Miaomiao’s gaze became troubled—she knew that Ji Weixi was lying.
Over the last four years, Ji Weixi had become ever icier as she poured her heart into caring for her son. Despite being a famed fashion designer, possessing good looks, and having many suitors, all of them fled at once upon learning that she had a son.
After all, there was no man who would want a son with no biological connection to themselves.
Bang—
That was when the car shook violently, startling the trio inside it.
“What happened?” Stunned considerably, Ji Weixi hastily put her hand over her son’s small head to protect him.
Jiayu was patting her sternum preciously too. “It’s alright, Mommy. It’s alright.”
“I’ll go take a look.”
Tian Miaomiao alighted to find that her car was rear-ended and left in pieces.
In agony, she bellowed at the car behind. “Hey! Where’d you learn to drive!”
The car door then opened. A man with an impassive face and clothed entirely in black got out and threw her a pile of money.
“That’s for the damages. Please move your car aside and let us pass.”
Goodness. Five whole stacks of red notes.
Oh, the whims of the rich.
Tian Miaomiao was left bewildered. She gulped, but remembered that though she might not be rich, she did not have to suffer such indignity. Who did they think they are insulting with money?
“You want me to move aside after bumping into me? Why should I do that—the road doesn’t belong to you!” Tian Miaomiao almost wanted to throw the money at the face of the black-suited man in return, but was also reluctant.
Ji Weixi soon left the car as well to see how things were, after getting Jiayu to stay put.
Feeling the pain at the wrecked car, she looked up with a cold glare and said, “Please apologize!”
The black-suited man had clearly thought that they would only want money. But once he saw that the owner was not to be insulted, he turned and walked to a Bugatti which had stopped as well.
The car window slowly descended, and the man hurriedly bowed. “What do we do, sir?”
“Let’s go.” A cold, commanding voice spoke.
“Yes, sir.”
The black-suited man nodded and turned, returning inside the car.
Reversing rapidly, the car then vanished in seconds.
“Zero class! Bumping my car and just running off after dumping a pile of cash!” Tian Miaomiao spat at the sight of the disappearing car.
Jiayu had left the car too, his grapelike eyes sparkling as he stared at the stacks of hundred-dollar notes in her arms. “Wow! With so much money, Mommy can look for a cheap daddy now!”
Ji Weixi sighed. “Let’s get the car fixed.”
***
Meanwhile, inside the Bugatti.
The man in the back seat who had his eyes for a break slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were fathomless and dark despite the gloom. “Don’t waste your breath if you get involved with another staged crash.”
“Yes, sir.”
The man then frowned, holding his forehead. His face looked pained.
“Sir, should we visit Doctor Jiang?” The black-suited man asked.
That accident four years ago had left him amnesiac and recurrent headaches.
“It’s fine.” He closed his eyes again, his mind full of the image of that other beautiful woman.
Damn it…
He had a nagging feeling that he knew her from somewhere.
