He Siming walked around the house wearing only a pair of four-horned trousers. He would look for elixirs for a while, then go to the kitchen to cook porridge. He knew that Wen Shuyue liked to eat congee with steamed vegetables when she liked to drink, so he specifically called out for takeout for a set of Japanese ingredients.
After he finished the call, Wen Shuyue came out of the room and handed him a black sleeping robe. Her eyes deliberately didn’t look at him, “Put it on. Be careful of the cold. You were drenched in the rain.”
He Siming glanced at the sleeping robe handed over and looked up to see someone’s red face. A bad taste suddenly emerged in his mind, “I’m not wearing it.”
“Why aren’t you wearing it? Who’s wearing a pair of underwear?!”
“This is my home. Even if I am naked, no one dares to say anything!” He deliberately leaned forward to Wen Shuyue, forcing her to retreat and stick her back to the wall.
She held her hand against the man’s chest, trying to push him away. “Hey, if you don’t wear it, why are you suddenly so close to me?”
She raised her head and glared at him. There was a wicked smile on the corner of the man’s mouth. He lowered his head and deliberately drew closer to her ear. “I prefer us to be so close to each other.” After saying this, he even used his lower body to top her.
How did the originally handsome and arrogant CEO suddenly become a pervert? Wen Shuyue only dared to think so quietly in her heart. She was afraid that cursing would only attract him to act even more overboard.
“You don’t have to be so sorry,” he looked at her face that was about to bleed and continued to ambiguously say, “I wonder who deliberately seduced me in the room earlier.”
Wen Shuyue was stuck in the be rendered speechless by his words. He Siming couldn’t help but steal a kiss on her little face before letting go of her to the kitchen to see how the porridge was cooking.
By the time the porridge was ready, the takeout of Han style was already there.
Wen Shuyue, who was sitting on the sofa, immediately ran to the dining table when she smelled the sour smell of the vegetables. There was already a Han style cooking on the table.
“You set Han style cooking?” She was surprised!
“Yeah, what’s wrong?” Didn’t you like to eat congee with sour vegetables? I ordered something else by the way.
“How do you know my habit?” She stared at He Siming’s face suspiciously. Has his memory recovered?
There was an unnatural expression on He Siming’s face. He was confused and had the same question in his heart: Yeah, how did he know her habits?
His still confused eyes made Wen Shuyue sigh secretly. It seemed that he still hadn’t recovered his memory, but at least he had started to think of something, although it might just be some subconscious thoughts.
“Is the porridge you made?” I want to have porridge now.
“Alright, I’ll go in and bring it out.”
Time passed quickly and evening, and the rain finally stopped. Wen Long took Wen Baobao back home from kindergarten, but Wen Shuyue, who was still not home, worried him.
“Grandfather, I’m hungry. When can we have dinner?” Wen Baobao, who had finished writing his homework, jumped to Wen Long’s side and asked with a crying face.
“Don’t be impatient. When your mother returns, we’ll have dinner,” Wen Long coaxed his grandson. “If you’re too hungry, go to the snack cabinet and find something to support your stomach first.”
“Okay!” Grandfather, don’t worry. Mommy might have been working overtime in the company and this happened before, “the sensible Wen Baobao also knew to comfort Wen Long.
Wen Long smiled and said, “Alright, Grandfather knows. You can go have some snacks first. When your mother comes back, let’s go out for dinner.”
Wen Long couldn’t help but call Chang Ning and no one picked up. In the end, he called He Siming helplessly.
At that time, he happened to eat with Wen Shuyue.
Wen Shuyue drank the white porridge and ate the cabbage cake. She saw He Siming put down his chopsticks and went to the balcony to pick up the call.
Soon he came in.
“Who called you earlier?” She asked casually.
“Your father, do you know where you are?”
She was stunned for a moment before asking, “What did you say?”
“I said that the two of us are eating together. Your phone is out of battery. I’ll send you back later.”
The two of them didn’t say anything and ate their own meals. Then He Siming drove Wen Shuyue home.
As soon as they entered the house, they saw Wen Long sitting on the sofa waiting for them.
“You guys are back,” he looked at He Siming who was standing behind Wen Shuyue.
“Dad, I brought you and Wen Baobao dinner. Have you had dinner?” Wen Shuyue put the food she brought back on the table.
“He’s eating snacks in the room. We’ve been waiting for you to come back. He can’t wait until his stomach is hungry, so I’ll let him eat some snacks first,” Wen Long said flatly.
“Sorry, Dad, my phone is out of battery in the afternoon, and I didn’t have time to inform you,” Wen Shuyue felt ashamed thinking about it. She actually had a husband and forgot about the child and father.
“I didn’t think too much about it and didn’t remind her to make a call home,” He Siming stepped forward to block her responsibility.
“Alright, don’t apologize back and forth. I don’t blame you,” Wen Long glanced at the two of them. “Shunyue, go back to your room first and bring some food to Wen Baobao. He has long been clamoring to eat. SMing, stay in the living room and talk to me for a while.
“Oh,” Wen Shuyue walked into the kitchen and grabbed a plate and a bowl. She served the food and prepared to enter the children’s room. Before she left, she especially glanced at He Siming.
Wen Long and He Siming chatted in the living room for about an hour. During this period, Wen Shuyue thought about deliberately eavesdropping for a while. Wen Long found out that she rushed back to the room, clearly not wanting her to know what he and He Siming were talking about. Then He Siming drove away.
In the evening, under the bright and prosperous street lights, a roller coaster galloped down the street like a sharp sword. After He Siming and Wen Long finished talking, they returned to the old residence.
“Grandmother, tell me honestly, how did Wen Shuyue and I get divorced?” He Siming looked at the old lady with a gloomy face.
The old lady was currently reading in the study with an old-fashioned mirror when he suddenly barged in and frightened himself. “What are you doing?” Did he suddenly rush in to ask me this question?
“Grandmother, answer my question first. Why did Wen Shuyue and I get divorced?”
“Alright, why are you asking?” Didn’t I tell you before? She married you to seek our family’s property, and the divorce was of course because she wanted to separate the assets.