Chapter Sixty-Seven: It's just a joke, don't take it personally, godfather, please don't hit me!

Inside Wen Jing's car, it was the same driver.

Wen Jing handed the phone to Song Nian'an, rubbed his temples, and said, "Being forgetful is not a good habit, son."

Even though it's a weekday, this road is still a bit congested during rush hour.

The driver was quite surprised, his grip on the steering wheel tightened, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

The driver probably thought they were going to play some weird game in the car, so he took out his headphones and put them on beforehand.

Upon hearing this address, Song Nian'an kicked Wen Jing in the car: "I didn't mean to! I couldn't very well just say you're my husband, could I? That would have been way more impactful than 'godfather'!"

Wen Jing gave an ambiguous snort, "I think you should start by explaining how you married a rich and handsome man."

Song Nian'an sighed, "You are the epitome of a tall, rich, and handsome man! I have no other thoughts than to earn some money to help you out. I've been head over heels in love with your body and appearance for a long time. If you look at me even once, I'll get pregnant; if you kiss me twice, I might ascend to heaven!"

Wen Jing raised one eyebrow, looking at Song Nian'an's face with a faint pink hue, which was quite adorable. He rested his chin on his hand and watched him speak with great interest.

Song Nian'an took a breath and continued, "At that time, I thought that being a godfather was a good explanation. It wouldn't cause you any trouble, and it would make Liu Xiangwan think that we were very close. But when I found you staring at me, I regretted it."

Song Nian'an's fair face was tense, like a nervous little rabbit.

[I regret being abused by my sugar daddy!]

Wen Jing smiled and said, "Godfather, don't be angry. I will definitely support you in doing what you want to do. So many people dream of becoming stars but don't have the opportunity. My little darling is good-looking, which is why he was noticed by an agent. Doesn't that prove that I have good taste?"

Song Nian'an was provoked by Wen Jing's series of actions, from seeing him sitting behind her to running away nervously, and then getting into the car to explain to him.

The car's heater was on too high, making Song Nian'an feel restless. She was wearing her thermal underwear on, it was unbearably hot.

He raised his arm to take off his hoodie, but as he did so, the thermal underwear was pulled up by the force of the movement, revealing his alluring waistline.

The driver frowned, glanced at the rearview mirror, and quickly looked away.

Just then, a song ended, followed by a long silence.

He told himself that he should pretend to be deaf when necessary and not interfere with the little romance between President Wen and his wife.

"This thermal underwear is too hot, I'm not wearing it tomorrow," Song Nian'an complained.

"good."

"Okay? Why are you being so easy to negotiate with?"

"I want to eat steak and hairy crab when I get home tonight."

"good."

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"I don't want to read books these past few days, I want to play games and read novels!!!"

"Okay, whatever you say." Wen Jing grinned mischievously.

[What kind of loving father persona is this? I'm so uneasy, what is he even laughing at?!]

When they arrived home, Wen Jing walked ahead, while the boy in the autumn clothes followed awkwardly behind.

"Ugh," Song Nian'an couldn't help but yawn; he was genuinely a little sleepy. "I'll take a nap first, then..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Jing carried him into the room.

Song Nian'an felt like prey that had stumbled into a dangerous area.

"husband!!!"

"Didn't you want to take off your thermal underwear? Let me help you."

Seeing her two fathers exchanging pleasantries, Zhihua wisely lay down on the sofa and rolled around.

He was thrown onto the bedroom bed, and Song Nian'an struggled.

Immediately, Wen Jing grabbed the flailing hand, looking somewhat angry.

"I...husband, I was wrong."

Song Nian'an was like a salted fish, turned over and lying face down on the bed.

Wen Jing smacked his end hard, "I think being your godfather wouldn't be bad."

[What?! Aren't you ashamed?! It's just a joke, don't take it personally!]

Song Nian'an cried out in pain.

"Are they really going to hit me?!"

Wen Jing started kissing his way down his neck, saying as he did so, "Call me."

"No, don't." The coquettish tone made Wen Jing lose his senses, as if it were a blatant seduction and invitation.

The force in his hands increased.

In an instant, his emotions surged, and his breathing became increasingly labored.

Song Nian'an's mind went blank; she was completely unable to think.

After making a fuss for a while, Song Nian'an, finally exhausted, could only reluctantly comply with Wen Jing's request and say, "Godfather, Godfather!"

Once Song Nian'an came to her senses, she was filled with remorse. She shouldn't have made that joke about "godfather," because most adult news stories related to that word are unsuitable for children.

The two got up and ate something in the evening. At the dining table, Wen Jing said,

"On the day of signing, I will have the company's legal counsel go with you to help you go through the process in detail."

Song Nian'an fell silent instantly, seemingly in a bad mood.

"What's wrong?" Wen Jing asked.

"nothing."

Wen Jing is so charming and wealthy, radiating masculine hormones with every breath. He must have had many relationships, or at least be very experienced. He's skilled at kissing, and seems to know everything about love. Does that mean I'm just one of many, not the only one for the rest of my life...?

Thinking of this, Song Nian'an couldn't help but tear up. Anyone would think that Wen Jing was gentle and considerate, and very good at dating.

Wen Jing was somewhat taken aback. After a long while, he slowly took a breath and realized that he had made Song Nian'an feel so insecure.

Wen Jing gripped the chopsticks in his hand tightly and looked at Song Nian'an.

That's true, they've been married for so long and haven't had any ceremony.

After all, when I first approached him, I was more interested in hearing his inner thoughts, which I found quite amusing.

Over time, I realized that this child was truly sincere towards me.

Wen Jing took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to his assistant.

Mr. Wen: What do young people usually do on dates? What gifts do they give each other? How do they plan a proposal? Go do some market research in the company group chat and give me a detailed report tomorrow morning.

Xiaoya: Mr. Wen, are you planning a romantic confession to your wife?

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Mr. Wen: What would happen if company secrets were leaked?

Xiaoya: Deduct her annual performance bonus and monthly bonus, and dismiss her...

After dinner, Wen Jing noticed that Song Nian'an was still sullen, so he offered to play some games with him to help him relax.

"A-Nian, wanna play games?"

This was the first time Song Nian'an had been called "A-Nian" by Wen Jing at home, and it felt very strange, as if their online romance had come to life.

Song Nian'an thought for a moment, "How about we do a live stream for a while? It's been a long time since I've done one."

Once I sign with a company, my live streaming won't be as free as it is now.

Song Nian'an turned and went to the e-sports room. Wen Jing wanted to follow her in, but was stopped at the door.

"I'm live streaming, if you come in, everyone will know."

Wen Jing was extremely distressed. He regretted not playing games; now he couldn't even get into his wife's house.

Song Nian'an cupped Wen Jing's lips and kissed them, "I'll come find you after broadcasting for a little while, okay?"

What can we do? They're our own children, so we have to spoil them.

Wen Jing pressed the back of his head, deepening the kiss, before finally reluctantly leaving.

With the computer and equipment all set up, Anian was ready to start his live stream. He cleared his throat, calmed his racing heart that had been jolted off its beat by the kiss, logged into his account, and greeted his viewers.

Within a minute, several thousand people entered his live stream, and a little while later, the chat began to greet him enthusiastically.

Good evening, Anian!

"A-Nian (pen refill) (pen refill) (pen refill) (pen refill) (pen refill) (pen refill)"

Anian said, "I'm sorry, I've been a bit busy lately, and I only had time to do a live stream today."

"A-Nian, I missed you so much! I watched the match video a hundred times. I can't sleep without watching it at least once a day."

"A-Nian, you're not very active in your live streams, isn't anyone on the platform going to do something about you?!"

"The platform's biggest investor is Blank Guy, so why don't they do anything about it?!"

System notification: Entering the live stream room.

"Look, speak of the devil and he appears!"

"A-Nian, give me a straight answer, what exactly is your relationship with Brother Blank?!"

A-Nian said, "The relationship between the top donor and the streamer? He's my big boss! Don't make a fuss."

We can't exactly call them a married couple, and we certainly can't call them godfather and godfather...

Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

Wen Jing was watching the live stream in his study when he burst out laughing.

He sent a comment, "What are we playing?"

Ah Nian was talking about playing King of Glory during his live stream.

He thought to himself:

Are you kidding me?!

Wen Jing put down his phone and rubbed his temples.

They are truly unrepentant.