Her mind was really a mess. She originally thought that after arriving here, she could make some connections that would be helpful for her in the future. But unexpectedly, as soon as she got here, she heard all this.
He’s going to be in an arranged marriage?
She got into the car, her mind filled with such words.
However, when she clenched her fingers and felt that piercing pain in her heart, she immediately thought that actually, she had nothing to do with him now. They were enemies, enemies who could never be together.
Since that’s the case, why couldn’t he have an arranged marriage? Why couldn’t he get married?
Him getting married, what does it have to do with her?
She shut her eyes tightly...
After returning from the tea party, perhaps because she was in a bad mood, Ye Ning continued to stay in the shop, not even bothering with the preparations for the auction that Uncle Li was planning to attend.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was Friday. On Friday, according to the previous arrangement between the two of them, she was supposed to send the child in the morning.
However, she didn’t want to go now; she didn’t want to see that man at all, so the night before, she sent out a message: "I have something to do tomorrow, no time to send Xiaobao, you’ll have to do it."
After sending it, she waited for a long time without getting a reply. Ye Ning thought he already knew, so she didn’t care and went to cook.
However, less than half an hour after she went into the kitchen, there were children’s voices calling from outside the window: "Mom, Mom, come down and open the door!"
With a jolt, she came out from the kitchen, ran to the window, and looked down!
Sure enough, what was parked at the store entrance downstairs could only be that familiar black Bentley! And at this moment, standing beside the car was a small figure waving at her: "Mom, hurry down."
This damn guy, was it necessary? Just one day without sending the child, was it necessary for him to bring the child over? Is he still the father?
Seeing the child, Ye Ning was both angry and furious. She flung on two slippers, didn’t even have time to put on a coat, and went straight downstairs.
If it weren’t for the child, she wouldn’t even look at him once.
In a hurry, she opened the door and went out into the cold street. Sure enough, the small child had his entire face frozen red, and his little hands were as cold as icicles.
Seeing this, Ye Ning’s heart ached terribly. She quickly picked up the child and glared fiercely at the man who had also gotten out of the car: "What are you doing? Just one day, was it necessary to send the child over this late? Look at how cold he’s gotten?"
The man stood there with no expression: "That’s still better than sending him over tomorrow morning!"
Tomorrow morning? What did he mean?
She looked up at him: "Why send him over tomorrow morning? Are you going somewhere?"
"On a business trip, there are some things to handle in Los Angeles, about two or three days, the flight is early tomorrow morning."
He didn’t say anything more after that, the implication being clear—he had to catch a flight, so he couldn’t possibly send the child, much less take care of him.
Ye Ning understood, so she could only pick up the child from the ground: "Alright then, Xiaobao will stay with me these few days. When you come back, I’ll send him over."
Ou Mucen nodded, turned around, and took a suitcase out of the car: "His things are all in here, I’ll help you take them up."