Stop There, Daddy

As soon as she was in a good mood, Wen Shuyue thought of He Siming. She was too shy to call him, and she asked her son to make the call. Thankfully, Wen Baobao was eager to put the two of them together, so he took the phone and shouted at it, “Daddy, Mommy misses you. She wants to have lun…”Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Wen Shuyue covered Wen Baobao’s mouth and grabbed the phone, hanging up quickly.

She glared at Wen Baobao and said, “Who told you that I missed him? How could I miss him?”

Seeing that his mother didn’t dare to admit that, Wen Baobao pursed his lips and said disdainfully, “You miss him, but you don’t admit it. Women are liars.”

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Wen Shuyue felt weak and didn’t argue with him. Instead, she held her phone and nibbled her nails.

He Siming must have heard what Wen Baobao said. How would she face him?

Just as she was shuffling around in her chair, He Siming called her. She instinctively picked up the phone, and her mind went blank, so she blurted out, “Good afternoon, Mr. He.”

After she spoke, she heard him chuckling on the other end of the phone. She bit her lips. What did she just say? Why did she greet him that way?

“I’m outside your office building. Come down and lunch with me,” said He Siming lightly as if he hadn’t laughed at all just now.

Wen Shuyue was surprised to hear that he had arrived. She hung up the phone and quickly led Wen Baobao downstairs.

When Wen Shuyue and Wen Baobao got out of the building, they only saw He Siming’s car. When they went over, he rolled down the window.

As soon as Wen Baobao got into the car, he climbed onto He Siming’s lap and hugged him warmly.

Wen Shuyue smiled unnaturally and pulled Wen Baobao off He Siming. “Why are you here?”

“Wen Baobao said you miss me.”

Wen Shuyue was speechless.

She pressed her lips and turned to look out of the window, groaning inside, “Wen Shuyue, why did you ask so much? Aren’t you embarrassed enough?”

“What do you want to eat?”

Wen Shuyue turned and met He Siming’s deep eyes. She quickly looked away and said, “Anything.”

He Siming nodded without saying anything else.

The two of them sat in the car in silence, and the atmosphere was creepy. Thankfully, Wen Baobao was naughty and kept pestering He Siming. Wen Shuyue had to repeatedly move him away from He Siming.

When they got to the restaurant, Wen Shuyue quickly got out of the car and breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, Wen Baobao came over and extended two hands, beckoning his parents to hold his hands.

He Siming naturally held the hand of Wen Baobao, who reached out to take Wen Shuyue’s hand. Under the gaze of the father and son, Wen Shuyue had to hold his hand.

She wondered why she felt uneasy. They had lived together for a long time, and they made up yesterday.

She stole a glance at him and met his eyes. She lowered her head, her cheeks burning.

Wen Shuyue didn’t know how she went through the lunch, nor did she know what she had eaten. When she went back to the company, her mind was blank.

Wen Baobao looked at her absent-minded face and propped his chubby chin on his hands, saying, “Mommy, what did you do with Daddy in the bathroom at lunch today?”

“Nothing. It’s none of your business,” said Wen Shuyue with feigned composure as she met Wen Baobao’s scrutinizing gaze.

“I don’t believe it,” Wen Baobao turned over and patted his round belly on the sofa. “You came back with Daddy, and your mouth is red. You must have kissed him.”

“No!”

Wen Shuyue suddenly raised her voice as she thought of He Siming’s affectionate gaze and the passionate kiss in the bathroom.

Realizing that she overreacted, she lowered her voice and said, “I went to put on my lipstick.”

Wen Baobao said meaningfully, “Mommy, you managed to find Daddy. Don’t let him off. He’s so rich.”

Wen Shuyue was speechless. She chose to work quietly and ordered Wen Baobao not to speak again.

When she got off work, Wen Shuyue didn’t see He Siming’s car. When she was about to take Wen Baobao to the underground parking lot, she saw He Siming’s driver get out of the car. He said to her, “Mr. He went to a dinner party. He asked me to drive you home.”

“Okay.” Wen Shuyue nodded at him and took Wen Baobao to the back seat.

By the time He Siming came back from the party, it was very late. He was breathing alcohol fumes. He staggered all the way to the room and got on top of Wen Shuyue, mumbling, “Wen Shuyue…”

Wen Shuyue listened to the man saying her name and smiled as if he was telling her the sweetest words in the world.

Afraid that he would feel uncomfortable when he slept in his shirt, Wen Shuyue struggled to get up and reached out to take off his clothes, but she was once again pinned down under him.

Wen Shuyue wanted to push him away, but she found that he was staring at her with strange eyes. She said, “I, I just want to sleep comfortably.”

Her hands were in the air. She didn’t know where to put them.

He Siming stared at her without saying a word.

Wen Shuyue thought he was drunk, so she giggled. “I didn’t expect you to be like this when you get drunk.”

As she spoke, she reached out and unbuttoned his shirt. “Take off your clothes, and you will feel better.”

“Have you done this to other men?”

“What?”

His sudden voice surprised Wen Shuyue, who paused.

He Siming stared at her and repeated, “Have you done this to other men?”

When she got what he meant, Wen Shuyue’s mind exploded. She put down her hands and said coldly, “What do you mean?”

The two of them stared at each other for a long time. He Siming yelled like an angry beast, “Did you sleep with that man?”

It was the last straw. Wen Shuyue pushed He Siming away and gave a bitter smile, her eyes cold. “Oh, it turns out that you care about it and suspect me. I thought we were firm enough.”

Her reaction stunned He Siming. When he saw that Wen Shuyue was about to get out of the bed, he extended his hand and tossed her back. He got on top of her and said with red eyes, “What, do you want to leave because I am right?”

“He Siming, what are you talking about? Who do you think I am? Do you think I’m so dirty?”

Right after she spoke, He Siming brutally ripped her clothes.

He gagged her.

“He Siming, let go of me!” Wen Shuyue struggled hard as she muttered.

Ignoring her struggle, He Siming pulled off his tie and tied her hands, putting them above her head. He sternly said, “Since you didn’t do that, why don’t you sleep with me?”

After he spoke, he stooped to bit her skin roughly. There was no affection in his movements, and he was completely venting his anger and desire.