"I do!" Little Youyou didn’t need to hesitate at all, "Mommy, Daddy just needs to be responsible for being handsome, right?"
Lu Wanwan paused for a moment, "There’s some truth in that."
"He doesn’t need to be too rich either, as long as Mommy can make money. Plus, I’ll have a brother in the future, and I can sell cookies!"
Lu Wanwan looked at her little serious face, then turned to Little Momo, who was keeping himself out of the conversation.
Little Momo shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "Don’t look at me. I didn’t say it."
She rolled her eyes, "Mommy’s earnings are beneath his notice."
"Really? But isn’t Uncle Gu pretty affordable? Mommy, I heard Grandma Deng say that you have to have a house and a car to find a boyfriend. But Uncle Gu doesn’t have a car. Uncle Zhao has one, and I see him hitching a ride with Uncle Zhao every time."
"That’s his," Lu Wanwan explained lazily while eating fruit, "Uncle Zhao drives for him because he can’t anymore."
"Why can’t he drive?"
She remembered the day they left the wedding, when he had a scowl on his face and had his driver’s license confiscated by the traffic police...
"Because he’s dumb and can’t drive!" said Lu Wanwan, with a smile playing at the corners of her lips. She glanced at the time, "Alright, it’s bedtime for you two now. We’ll continue this tomorrow."
Before Little Momo went into his room, Lu Wanwan asked him seriously, "Do you know everything now?"
Little Momo forced a somewhat unnatural innocent smile, "Mommy, I can’t help but know. Just one search online and it’s all there."
"Aren’t you supposed to struggle with too many Chinese characters?"
Little Momo helpless, "There are English websites, too."
Lu Wanwan held her forehead and passed him the guest pass Zhao Chen had given her.
"Bought off with just one ticket..."
Little Momo, understanding she was just saying it, still assured her, "Mommy, one ticket can’t buy me off. If you don’t like him, my sister and I will block him."
"It’s not that, I was just saying it..."
The next day, bright and early, Lu Wanwan got up with panda eyes, ready for work.
She had spent a long time the previous night looking up a decent private psychiatric hospital and had made an appointment.
After dealing with some drafts in the morning and finishing an interview in the afternoon, she’d have time to go.
As soon as she left the residential complex, her phone rang. It was Gu Annan.
"Waiting at the crossing," he said succinctly.
"Okay." If he said so, he was already there, and she couldn’t refuse.
Sure enough, she saw Gu Annan’s car parked at the crossing.
She hurried over and quickly slid into the vehicle.
On getting in the car, she saw that the little table was already laid out with a nutritious breakfast.
Gu Annan sat next to her, holding a newspaper, "No leaving the car without eating. Being late for work will be on you."
"Who said I’m not eating." She was hungry and had planned to grab a snack on the way to the office, then combine breakfast and lunch during an interview break.
He set the newspaper aside and looked at her face, "Dark circles again? Surely, you didn’t spend the entire night in confession?"
"I would never interfere with their sleep time; we didn’t talk much. The one confessing wasn’t me." She shot a glance to the side, "Don’t try to bribe them to trick me again in the future. The kids I raised will definitely be on my side."
That handsome face suddenly drew closer, stopping beside her shoulder.
Lu Wanwan felt a surge of nervousness. Had she touched a sore spot?
"Feed me a strawberry," he said in a low voice, "or you’re going to work with strawberries in tow."