Zhao Qingzhou felt deeply sorry that Wen Qiao was insulted because of his blind date.
He prepared an apology gift for Wen Qiao, which was a box of relatively good quality black tea that someone else had given him.
Fearing that Wen Qiao would not accept his gift, he sent his son to the Shen family on a weekend morning.
Ever since Zhao Chengze first visited the Shen family and met the adorable Sanbao, he has been talking about when he can go back to the Shen family to play with his sister again.
Zhao Chengze was naturally very happy when Zhao Qingzhou offered to send him.
They immediately followed along, all excited.
When they arrived at the Shen family's gate, Zhao Chengze looked at his father and suddenly asked:
"Dad, are you sending me to Aunt Wenqiao's house because I'm going on a blind date today?"
Zhao Qingzhou frowned and said coldly, "Who told you that? I don't go on blind dates. I plan to spend my life with my son. You will never have a stepmother in your life."
Zhao Chengze, however, was not as happy as before. Instead, he looked at his father and said, "Does that mean I won't have a cute little sister in the future?"
"If you can find a stepmother as gentle as Aunt Wen Qiao, I'll accept it."
"What nonsense are you spouting, brat? Go knock on the door and say what I told you properly. If you mess this up, you won't get any allowance next week."
Zhao Chengze snorted and said, "You skinflint."
Zhao Qingzhou heard this and initially wanted to question his son, but then felt it wasn't necessary.
Wen Qiao still heard the nanny go upstairs to the second floor and say outside the door, "Zhao Chengze is here."
Just as Wen Qiao was about to get out of bed, Shen Jichuan carried her back.
Shen Jichuan, who had just woken up, asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Why is Zhao Chengze here again? Did you invite him to your house?"
"No." As Wen Qiao pushed Shen Jichuan away, her gaze fell on his strong, muscular arms. Suddenly, she remembered what Zhao Qingzhou's blind date had said yesterday after get off work—that she had married an old man…
She married a man who seemed old, but only she knew how good Shen Jichuan was to her.
Thinking about their two encounters last night, Wen Qiao's face suddenly turned red.
Shen Jichuan stared at her blushing face and said with a wicked smile, "Seeing my great figure, you want it again? I happen to need it this morning."
As he spoke, he pressed Wen Qiao down into the quilt.
Wen Qiao immediately turned over and lay on the bed. Shen Jichuan propped himself up on his arm and easily took off Wen Qiao's clothes with one hand.
Wen Qiao immediately intervened.
"Shen Jichuan, stop this so early in the morning. The three children are all grown up now. What if they run upstairs and suddenly open the door? That would be bad."
Shen Jichuan hummed in agreement.
"The door is locked. There's a nanny at home; she's experienced, she knows what she's doing."
Wen Qiao laughed and pushed him away, "Stop fooling around. I haven't really refused you much all day. It's okay at night, but not during the day."
"It used to work."
As Shen Jichuan spoke, he deliberately moved his hand on Wen Qiao's waist.
“I used to be able to stay in the hotel during the day.”
“Shen Jichuan, don’t talk nonsense. I’m not like that. Stop talking about the past. We didn’t have children then, but now our child is four or five years old. Don’t set a bad example for your son.”
Shen Jichuan smiled and said, "If those two could marry such good wives as me, that would be true happiness."
"However, they weren't as lucky as me."
Wen Qiao asked, "Why do you say that?"
Because of his background, Shen Jichuan had a bad life. His parents died very early, and no matter what happened, he had to bear it all on his own.
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