"Alright, stop talking." Bai Ruogu frowned.
But his eyes still held a deep affection when he looked at women.
The woman was quite tall and had a hot figure. Even in the dead of winter, she was wearing black stockings and a short skirt. Her makeup was heavy, and she had wavy hair. She looked as alluring and flamboyant as a fox.
When she leaned against Bai Ruogu, she exuded a more alluring, feminine charm.
Perhaps emboldened by her favor, the woman became even more unrestrained, even disregarding the stares of passersby as she kissed Bai Ruogu's lips.
Bai Ruogu gently pushed him away, somewhat helplessly: "I will definitely find an opportunity to explain things to my family."
"Would your house even accept me?"
"Don't worry, I'm here, I'll definitely get it done."
The woman smiled, took the car keys, waved to him, and drove off in her sports car.
Lin Zhaojiang's eyes were deep and thoughtful.
If I'm not mistaken, that car belongs to the Bai family.
But isn't Bai Ruogu the kind of man who insists on splitting the bill even when getting married?
Would he be so generous as to let someone else use his car?
Lin Zhaojiang continued watching. Bai Ruogu did not go upstairs, but made a few phone calls, and a car came to pick him up shortly afterward.
Lin Zhaojiang took out his phone and whispered to his subordinate, "Check the spending records of that young master from the Bai family."
The subordinate looked bewildered: "Sir, this..."
"Anything within the last three months is fine."
After saying that, he hung up the phone and hurried upstairs.
He carefully applied the ointment to Song Wan's burns, worried about scarring, and suggested that she go to the hospital for a checkup.
Song Wan laughed and said, "This little injury is nothing. I burn my hands when I cook too! In my experience, it will be fine in two or three days."
Lin Zhaojiang suddenly felt a pang of heartache.
He remembered the past, when she would stay at their house every day, cooking him all sorts of delicious meals. The happiest moment of each day was when he came home from outside.
He remembered her running over like a cheerful little bird to get his coat and slippers; he remembered how she had gotten an allergic reaction on her fingers from peeling yams while making yam soup for him.
It is only after we lose something that we realize how precious those seemingly insignificant things in the past were.
Lin Zhaojiang was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Don't cook for yourself anymore. From now on, I'll have the hotel staff deliver meals on time."
"No need, Mr. Lin..."
Lin Zhaojiang squeezed her hand. She had an injury on her hand, so he didn't dare to use too much force, but Song Wan could clearly feel his strength and the warmth of his palm.
Song Wan's face suddenly felt hot, and she tried to pull her hand away.
Lin Zhaojiang, however, did not let go.
"Mr. Lin..."
"Wanwan, actually I..."
Lin Zhaojiang almost told her about their past.
Song Wan looked at him with bright eyes, and at that moment, he hated his past self.
"Mr. Lin, what's wrong?"
Lin Zhaojiang silently released his grip, revealing an awkward smile. The hot pot on the table had already cooled down, and only half a bottle of wine remained.
“Your hand is injured, don’t touch these things.” He looked at her. “I’ll clean them up.”
Song Wan didn't say anything, she just sat there quietly.
She watched him tidy up the living room, watched him put on his apron and patiently wash the dishes and clean the kitchen, and watched him take the trash with him when he left.
She didn't know why, but she always felt like crying.
*
Lin Zhaojiang left Song Wan's house and walked alone along the street. Because he had been drinking, he didn't drive, and his men were stuck in traffic during rush hour.
He walked slowly, watching the rosy clouds on the horizon and a few birds returning home, a pang of sorrow crossing his heart. Song Wan lost her child in a winter like this, and he couldn't imagine how desperate she must have felt lying in the cold wind.
At that moment, his subordinate drove the car up to him.
"Boss!" As soon as he got into the car, his subordinate hurriedly explained, "We were investigating Young Master Bai, which took a little time."
"Hmm." Lin Zhaojiang leaned back wearily in his seat. "How was it?"
"They're all here."
His subordinate handed him the folder, and he flipped through it. The spending records for the past three months mostly showed purchases at high-end hotels, shopping malls, and jewelry stores.
"Boss, our people did an extra investigation and found that Bai Shao's spending also included... children's products."
"What?" Lin Zhaojiang was taken aback.
"It is indeed something for children, perhaps he bought it for other children in the family?"
Lin Zhaojiang closed the document tightly.
Other children? The Bai family has many relatives, but very few children. Moreover, as far as he knew, Bai Jingyuan's lineage did not have frequent contact with relatives. Why would his son have nothing better to do than buy things for relatives' children?
The only possibility is the woman who drove Bai Ruogu's car away downstairs...
So, what's the point of a real split-the-bill system? Men only go to great lengths to keep women away from them if they don't like them.
And for the person they love, they wish they could give her the whole world!
*
That day, the kindergarten director called Song Wan to his office.
As soon as Song Wan entered, she saw a woman sitting on the sofa with a little boy. The woman was beautiful and dressed very fashionably. The boy next to her had curly hair, fair skin, and big eyes, looking like a mixed-race child. He sat silently next to his mother.
Before Song Wan could understand what was going on, the principal smiled and said, "This little boy's name is James. He and his mother just returned from abroad. They'll be in your class from now on."
After saying that, she introduced the woman to Ms. Song Wan, saying, "Madam, this is Ms. Song Wan, an excellent teacher at our kindergarten. You can rest assured that your child will be in her class!"
The woman smiled and looked at Song Wan. Song Wan nodded slightly, but she could see something different in the woman's proud gaze.
“Madam,” Song Wan pulled out a form and handed it to her, “this is the application for admission. Please fill it out first.”
"Oh..." the woman glanced at it, "Parents' names, occupations?"
"This enrollment form is just a formality," the principal explained with a smile. "Let the children enroll first, and the forms can be filled out gradually."
"Thank you so much, Principal!" the woman said with a smile. "Teacher Song, I'll take the form back first, fill it out in a few days, and bring it back."
"In a few days?" Song Wan asked, somewhat puzzled.
“Yes,” the woman said, crossing her arms. “Because James doesn’t have a father yet these days, but… in a few days, he will!”
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