Qiao Wanwan was stunned: "Are you serious?"
"certainly."
"To appease your mother?" Qiao Wanwan asked curiously. "Would she stop saying anything if I were pregnant?"
"Of course not. No matter if she likes you or not, no matter how much she forces us, we will not separate." Zhan Jingting looked at her gently and earnestly. "Wanwan, it was when you were holding Shiyi while he was napping that touched me. At that time, I thought that if Shiyi were the child you and I had, that scene would be the most beautiful picture in the world."
Qiao Wanwan's eyes welled up with tears. "Actually, I've had that crazy thought too. I don't know why, but I really like the National Day holiday."
"Wanwan, our child will definitely be the smartest and cutest child in the world in the future."
Qiao Wanwan smiled brightly, "As cute as Eleven?"
Zhan Jingting frowned slightly. "Of course she's even cuter than him. Also, don't mention him anymore."
Qiao Wanwan asked, "You really don't like Eleven? Why? Eleven is really cute..."
“I told you, I was drugged. Who would like to have a child with a woman they don’t like under these circumstances? His existence is a constant reminder that I’ve been tricked. No matter how cute he is, I will never like him.”
Qiao Wanwan hesitated for a moment before saying, "But have you considered that this isn't fair to Eleven...?"
“I know you love him, but I have no father-son bond with him, so there’s no need to talk about this anymore. He will leave soon, and you don’t need to waste too much emotion on him.”
Qiao Wanwan didn't know what else to say, "Let's go to sleep."
Okay, good night.
......
The Spring Festival holiday wasn't over yet, and Zhan Jingting originally wanted to take Qiao Wanwan on a trip, but she refused.
“It’s not good for us to go out and have fun while staying at home during the National Day holiday. He needs to spend more time with you anyway.”
Zhan Jingting was a little unhappy.
Qiao Wanwan saw through it at a glance and kissed his handsome, cold face. "Since you agreed to let him stay for half a month, of course you should fulfill your duty as a father and spend some time with him."
Children are naturally perceptive, and Eleven clearly sensed that Zhan Jingting disliked him and was becoming increasingly resistant to him. Over the course of a few days, the father and son had reached a point of irreconcilable conflict.
At the dinner table, Eleven picked up some food with her chopsticks, saying, "Sister Wanwan, eat your food, Grandma, eat your food."
Ruan Wanyi was very happy. "Thank you, my dear grandson."
Qiao Wanwan said, "Eleven, according to our traditional etiquette, you should serve Grandma food first, then Daddy food, and finally me food."
Ruan Wanyi was a little dissatisfied. Before anything had even happened, Qiao Wanwan was already acting like a mother.
But upon closer reflection, Qiao Wanwan was right; the order of seniority should indeed be followed.
Eleven pouted and said, "Then I'll serve Grandma first from now on, but I won't serve Daddy. He has his own hands."
Everyone: "......"
Zhan Jingting was so angry he laughed. "So they don't have hands, that's why they need you to pick up their food?"
Eleven sighed like a little adult, "Daddy, you're not a child anymore. Do you have to be so clear and blunt about things? Don't you know why I don't serve you food?"
Everyone: "......"
"I don't really care if you put food on my plate." Zhan Jingting smiled faintly. "And you should stop fawning over my wife."
"Tch!" Eleven scoffed. "If I had been born twenty years earlier, Sister Wanwan would be my wife. What business is it of yours?"
Everyone: "......"
"Cough cough cough..." Qiao Wanwan almost choked to death. "Eleven, you really never hold back when it comes to saying something shocking!"
"Sister Wanwan, I'm serious. Daddy is not good enough for you at all. Marrying him is like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung."
"......"
Zhan Jingting said coldly, "Eat your food."
Eleven made a face at him before continuing to eat.
Qiao Wanwan found it amusing, but at the same time she was a little worried. After dinner, she played with Shiyi for a while, and then went to the gym with Zhan Jingting.
She locked the door from the inside and drew all the curtains. "Okay, get up and get some exercise."
Zhan Jingting then stood up from his wheelchair and reached out to wrap his arms around Qiao Wanwan's slender waist. "No rush, let me hug you for a while first."
Qiao Wanwan smiled brightly, hugged him tightly, and leaned against him, saying softly, "Jingting, you should treat Eleven better. He's still a child and needs to be loved."
“When I was his age, I had endless classes and things to learn every day. He just plays every day, which is already very fortunate. Besides, you and Mom have spoiled him a lot.”
“That’s different,” Qiao Wanwan explained. “Your mother and I love him, but it’s definitely not the same as with you. The reason Wen Xue sent Shiyi back is because he needs fatherly love. A father’s role in a child’s life is very important.”
“Wanwan, Wen Xue could easily find a father who could give Eleven fatherly love, but she didn’t. Instead, she returned to China knowing that I was already married. Don’t you think there’s a problem with that?”
“Yes, to some extent, but from the child’s perspective, she did nothing wrong,” Qiao Wanwan analyzed. “Besides, what she said that day was right. If she really wanted to use the child to marry you, she should have come back long ago.”
Zhan Jingting smiled faintly, "That's because she knows very well that even if she has a child, I will not marry her."
"...You two seem to know each other very well."
"Although we are sworn enemies, we grew up in the same circle since childhood. She knows me to some extent, but I don't know her because I don't need to."
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