“Alright, since we’re not fighting anymore, how about I put on the dress and show you?”
Wen Huan always knew how to sweeten the deal after a quarrel. Holding the dress up in front of the mirror, she gave Pei Jingyi a sweet smile. “If we weren’t so broke right now, I’d have thought you bought this from a boutique, given how nice the fabric feels.”
Pei Jingyi’s expression remained indifferent. “Really? Then put it on now.”
Of course, Wen Huan intended to change, but she couldn’t just strip and dress in front of Pei Jingyi.
Even though they had been married for three years and had seen every inch of each other’s bodies, Wen Huan still felt shy.
So, holding the dress, she headed for the bathroom.
But the next moment, the man’s large hand took the dress from her. Then, the curtains in the room were drawn, and the buttons at the collar of Wen Huan’s blouse were undone, one by one.
After what felt like an eternity, Pei Jingyi’s low, husky voice broke through the charged air, filled with meaning. “This dress really does suit you.”
Wen Huan’s entire body felt weak and tingly, her eyes still glistening with tears from the earlier stimulation.
She regretted it.
Just moments ago, it seemed like she had won the argument, but in the blink of an eye, this man had reclaimed the upper hand in another way.
She whispered angrily, “You did that on purpose…”
Pei Jingyi’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and he didn’t deny it. “Yes, because I think you’re right. My constant suspicion hurts you. So, if something like this happens again, I’ll use this method to make sure you don’t dare repeat it.”
Once wasn’t enough? Then twice. Twice wasn’t enough? Then three times… He had plenty of energy and methods.
Wen Huan shivered pitifully, thinking Pei Jingyi was the most deranged man in the world.
“Why can’t we just talk things out properly?”
“You think I’m unreasonable?”
Pei Jingyi’s tone suddenly turned icy again, his handsome face stern as he asked, “Then who do you think is reasonable?”
Wen Huan’s face flushed red. Her lips parted and closed several times before she decided to end the conversation, wisely choosing not to prolong the issue.
Pei Jingyi watched the feisty yet timid Wen Huan with a deep gaze. After a long while, his expression softened, and he gently patted her head, finding her rather adorable like this. “Baby, be good.”
Wen Huan’s clear eyes flickered because no one had ever called her “baby” before.
Pei Jingyi was really something, suddenly calling her “baby”…
Wen Huan suddenly realized something was off. “Huh? At this time, shouldn’t Chenchen’s kindergarten have let out a long time ago?”
Pei Jingyi’s movements froze. The next moment, he awkwardly lowered his hand, realizing he had forgotten something important.
…
Meanwhile, at the kindergarten.
An hour had passed since the kindergarten let out. Most of the children had already left, leaving only a delicate, fair-skinned little boy playing with a Rubik’s Cube by the flower bed. A chubby, snot-nosed boy with a round head was loudly mocking him nearby.
“Hahaha, Pei Chen, today neither your dad nor your mom came to pick you up, and your uncle didn’t come either. Did they all abandon you?”
“You don’t have to tell me—I already know. My grandma is Wang Ma, and she lives upstairs from you. She says your mom isn’t well-behaved and isn’t a good mom!”
The little chubby boy spoke while trying to pat Pei Chen’s shoulder: “Pei Chen, you’re so pitiful. How about this—as long as you let Xiao Mei sit next to me again tomorrow, I’ll invite you to my house for dinner tonight.”
But Pei Chen suddenly raised his head, his icy gaze silencing the air: “My mom is a good mom. Your grandma is the one who isn’t a good grandma.”
The little chubby boy froze, startled by the terrifying look in Pei Chen’s eyes. His hand hung in mid-air, but feeling embarrassed, he started shouting again: “You dare argue with me? How is your mom a good mom? She never comes to see you! My grandma sneaks over to see me all the time!”
Even though his mom said Grandma had bad intentions and that her frequent visits weren’t good for his upbringing.
But the little chubby boy was only three years old. He thought Grandma treated him well—she always gave him snacks his mom wouldn’t allow, and she never hid anything from him.
How could Grandma be a bad grandma?
Pei Chen’s little face twisted with disgust: “You’re an idiot. I can’t be bothered talking to you.”
The little chubby boy grew indignant: “What idiot? I’m chubby! You’re the idiot! You’re always playing with that square, colorful thing—are you crazy or something?”
“Your mom isn’t a good mom, and you’re a stupid kid!”
“Why aren’t you saying anything? You admit it, don’t you? Tell me… Ouch!”
This time, before the little chubby boy could finish, his butt was suddenly struck by a forceful impact. With a “thump,” he tumbled headfirst into the soft flowerbed.
Pei Chen was already annoyed, and now he had no idea what the little chubby boy was up to. Unable to hold back his temper, he raised his head again.
But unexpectedly, the next moment, a beautiful, familiar face appeared before his eyes, startling him.
The little chubby boy, his face covered in flowers from the fall, was about to burst into tears and throw a tantrum when he froze completely upon seeing who had bumped into him.
“Fairy… fairy sister!”
The little chubby boy had never seen someone so beautiful—even prettier than Xiao Mei. He quickly patted his face, wanting to run over to the fairy sister.
But just then, a tall, imposing figure blocked his path. A particularly handsome yet terrifying uncle was looking down at him coldly, somewhat resembling that idiot Pei Chen.
Meanwhile, Pei Chen had already thrown himself into the fairy sister’s arms: “Mom, you finally came!”
After waiting so long, it would be a lie to say Pei Chen wasn’t worried his mom might not want him.
But now that she was here, all his worries vanished.
“Chenchen, I’m sorry.” Wen Huan hugged her son and immediately apologized, shamelessly shifting the blame: “Your dad caused so much trouble today that he forgot to pick you up. It was Mom who remembered! It’s all his fault!”
Pei Chen glanced expressionlessly at Pei Jingyi, then obediently lowered his head to Wen Huan: “I know. Everything is Dad’s fault. Thank you, Mom, for always thinking of me.”
“Hehehe, no need to thank me.” Wen Huan smiled, not wanting to worsen the father-son relationship: “Dad actually knows he was wrong. Can Chenchen forgive him?”
“Okay, whatever Mom says.”
“Wah, thank you, Chenchen. Even after being wronged for so long, you’re still so kind. Chenchen is truly Mom’s angel baby~”
Wen Huan spoke sweetly and affectionately, her heartfelt praise making Pei Chen’s little ears turn red.
Meanwhile, the little chubby boy had been anxiously pacing around.
Because he never expected that the fairy sister was actually Pei Chen’s mother. Didn’t Grandma say Pei Chen’s mother was a bad woman? But how could someone so beautiful and so good at praising children be a bad woman?
So he wanted to get past the scary uncle to take a closer look at Chenchen’s mother, but no matter how much he struggled, it was useless. The scary uncle kept looking down at him from above, like an insurmountable mountain.
“Where are your parents?”