Shen Jichuan then noticed the little boy who had been holding Wen Qiao's hand; he was about the same age as their son.
Wen Qiao explained it simply and clearly.
Shen Jichuan nodded and then said, "I'll take you to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I'll go back to my unit later."
If it weren't for this little third wheel beside him, Shen Jichuan really wanted to pin Wen Qiao down in the car and give her a good kiss.
Every move Wen Qiao made moved Shen Jichuan.
Wen Qiao was naturally unaware of Shen Jichuan's ulterior motives.
She was still worried that if Shen Zhenhua went to Shen Jichuan's workplace to cause trouble, it might have a negative impact on Shen Jichuan.
Before the two had even left the hospital, they heard Shen Zhenhua crying loudly from inside the inpatient department.
"Mother, oh Mother..."
It seems Zhang Yourong has really left this time.
Wen Qiao had many questions she wanted to ask Shen Jichuan, but with a little boy present, she couldn't ask too many.
It's difficult to express some of my concerns.
Shen Jichuan also wanted to explain a few more things to Wen Qiao.
Her gaze, however, fell upon the young boy who seemed unwell.
Well, after all, he's the child of Wen Qiao's boss. He's busy, so let Wen Qiao help him out.
"I'll explain everything to you when we get home."
Are you going home for lunch?
Wen Qiao said, "It probably won't work at noon today. Our leader has a meeting and we don't know when it will end. The leader entrusted the child to me, so I have to take good care of him."
"Okay, I understand. Work hard and eat well."
Wen Qiao nodded and said okay.
Soon, after the car arrived at the gate of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs compound, Wen Qiao and Zhao Chengze got out of the car, and Shen Jichuan then drove away.
Zhao Chengze glanced at Wen Qiao, and this time he took the initiative to speak.
"Is that your father? He's so good to you."
Wen Qiao immediately froze on the spot, and then said very seriously:
“That’s not my dad. He’s my husband and the father of my children.”
This was a very serious misunderstanding, Wen Qiao immediately corrected.
Others might like to joke about this, but Wen Qiao knew Shen Jichuan's personality; he was upright and serious.
He always said, "We're so far apart in age, you'll definitely look down on me in the future. We'll have a generation gap."
Wen Qiao knew his unease, so she wanted to give Shen Jichuan a sense of security in how she addressed him.
In a marriage, providing a sense of security is something both partners should do; it's not solely the man who has to provide it to the woman. Women can also provide security to men, provided that the man is worthy of it.
Seeing Wen Qiao's serious expression, Zhao Chengze immediately said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Wen Qiao said, "It's okay, you're still young, your eyesight might not be very good..."
Actually, it wasn't that Shen Jichuan was old, but that Wen Qiao was too young. She had a small, round face, big, bright eyes, fair and elastic skin, and her face was full of collagen. She looked like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl.
Shen Jichuan's aging wasn't in his appearance, but in his eyes and his state of mind...
Looking at his calm, upright, and serious demeanor, Zhao Chengze saw it as the gaze of an old father towards his daughter.
But after Zhao Chengze apologized, he heard Wen Qiao say that she had bad eyesight. Zhao Chengze felt that Wen Qiao also had bad eyesight. Why didn't she find a husband who was as young as her? She had caused him to misunderstand.
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