"Anan probably hasn’t seen you in a while, so she’s a little scared."
"..."
Shen Mingchuan was mortified. In the end, it was Lin Ping who took Anan in her arms and comforted her in a gentle voice.
"How about Mommy makes you something delicious tonight?"
"Yay!"
Anan, with the innocence of a child, blurted out,
"Will Brother Lin Shen come?"
Lin Shen?
Shen Mingchuan’s heart skipped a beat when he heard the name.
’When did he meet Anan?’
"He’ll be here."
Lin Ping said with a small smile.
"How about we treat Brother Lin Shen to a big meal tonight?"
"Yay!"
Anan clapped her hands and cheered, looking absolutely ecstatic.
"I like Brother Lin Shen the most!"
"Lin Shen has met Anan?"
Shen Mingchuan asked sullenly from the side, his heart flooding with jealousy.
’He was her biological father, yet a stranger was more popular with her?’
’Why?’
"Mhm."
Lin Ping said softly.
"President Lin takes very good care of my daughter and me."
"How kind of him..."
Shen Mingchuan said sarcastically, before puffing out his chest.
"I’m not usually busy. From now on, I’ll be the one to pick Anan up from school!"
"No."
Before Lin Ping could say anything, Anan was the first to object.
"I want Brother Lin Shen to pick me up."
"Alright, alright, we’ll let him pick you up next time."
Lin Ping’s gentle tone immediately turned icy when she spoke to Shen Mingchuan.
"You heard Anan. We won’t trouble you."
"..."
Shen Mingchuan gritted his teeth, feeling a surge of resentment bottling up inside him.
’Why does Anan like Lin Shen so much?’
’Does a child this young really judge people by their looks?’
On the drive home, Shen Mingchuan was so angry he didn’t want to speak the entire way.
Lin Ping, on the other hand, was happy for the peace and quiet, and took the opportunity to send Lin Shen a message on WeChat.
And she received an instant reply.
[Lin Shen: Got it. I’m on my way.]
[Lin Ping: Okay.]
Reading Lin Shen’s reply, Lin Ping’s heart filled with sweetness and joy. She couldn’t wait to see her secret lover.
——
「7:00 PM. Shen Mingchuan’s Home.」
Lin Ping, wearing an apron, was busy in the kitchen, while Shen Mingchuan sat lazily on the sofa, trying to curry favor with Anan.
But no matter how hard he tried to entertain her, Anan simply ignored him, quietly watching cartoons by herself.
Finding his efforts fruitless, Shen Mingchuan gave up and instead admired the alluring silhouette of Lin Ping in the kitchen.
The hip-hugging skirt she wore traced a perfect curve from her waist to her hips, making them look exceptionally full.
’How come I never noticed Ping had such a great body?’
’She cleans up really well!’