Stop There, Daddy

Wen Baobao made no attempt to conceal his joy. To prevent He Siming from being embarrassed, Wen Shuyue pulled Wen Baobao away from He Siming.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

But the next second, He Siming put Wen Baobao into his arms. He Siming touched Baobao’s little nose and said in a low and cold voice with firmness and solemnness, “Kiddo, listen carefully. I’m not your Mr. Handsome. I’m your father.”

I’m your father.

Those three simple words sounded sonorous and powerful enough to get Wen Baobao’s and his mother’s hearts racing.

Wen Baobao was stunned, gawking at He Siming without saying anything for a while.

Out of his mother’s expectation, Wen Baobao didn’t feel happy about it. With his cheeks bulging in a huff, he ticked off his ideas on his fingers humorlessly.