Chapter 172: How Many Children Do You Want
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Evening.
Eight oâclock.
After work, Gu Wanâan returned to her room, exhausted.
Tang De was very considerate and brought the cooked birdâs nest porridge over in advance, âSecond Young Lady.â
âWell, Butler Tang is still considerate and knows how to take care of people.â Gu Wanâan smiled sweetly.
Before he had time to speak, Tang De felt a blast of cold killing intent float over.
Cold!
He felt like his scalp was about to explode. He quickly said, âActually, the Second Young Master asked me to stew the birdâs nest.â
At those words, the hostility between Gong Mingyeâs brows disappeared.
Heh.
Count on him to react quickly.
Gu Wanâan blinked. Her heart felt warm, and her face was sincere as she said, âThank you.â
Gong Mingye looked very unhappy. He tapped his fingers on the desk. âYou want to dismiss me with just these two words?â
The corner of Gu Wanâanâs mouth twitched slightly.
Is it too late for her to spit out the birdâs nest now?
Coughing lightly, she thought about it and said in a slow voice, âStaying in the room for such a long time must have suffocated you, Iâll push you out for a walk, is that okay?â
Gong Mingye raised his eyebrows but didnât say anything.
âNot talking? Silence is tacit consent.â
As she spoke, she pushed the wheelchair and walked out of the room.
Behind the hotel was the back garden, but because it was already dark, nothing could be seen.
âHuffâ¦â
Gu Wanâan exhaled a mouthful of air and looked up at Gong Mingye, âCold?â
âItâs alright.â
Suddenly, Gu Wanâan pulled off her gloves and squatted on the ground.
Gong Mingye frowned slightly, puzzled.
In the next second, Gu Wanâan pulled over his hand and gently rubbed it.
After it got warm, she moved her hand and put the glove on Gong Mingyeâs hand.
Gong Mingye was stunned.
âIf you donât move, your blood circulation will definitely be slower than mine, so youâll be colder. Iâm different, my skin is thick and resistant to freezing.â
Gu Wanâan took two more looks, then smiled and said, âItâs just a bit ugly and small.â
Gong Mingyeâs eyes were deep, and he faintly said, âItâs quite pretty.â
Gu Wanâan was shocked.â You think Shin Chan is pretty too?â
âWho is Shin Chan?â
âCrayon Shin-chan, havenât you seen it before?â
Gong Mingye shook his head. âNo, I havenât. Is it a movie or a TV series?â
âWhat a miserable childhood! To think that you donât even know Crayon Shin Chan! Itâs a cartoon. Shin Chan is a five-year-old boy. Heâs naughty and cute, with chubby cheeks.â
Gong Mingye raised his eyebrows. âYou like children?â
Gu Wanâan was stunned for a moment before she came back to her senses and nodded. âI quite like them.â
âBoys or girls?â
Gu Wanâan thought about it carefully. âBoys are naughty and handsome, and girls are well-behaved and adorable. I like them both.â
âHow many do you plan to have in the future?â
âTwo, three-â
Suddenly, Gu Wanâan swallowed the words that had come to her lips and braked.
Why did these questions sound more and more awkward and out of place?
Werenât they talking about Crayon Shin-chan, why did the topic suddenly turn to childbirth?
Magical brain circuits!
âWhy arenât you saying anything?â
âItâs a little awkward to talk about this topic all of a sudden. I donât even have a husband, so what am I doing thinking about children.â
In fact, she already had a decision and plan in her heart.
In this life, she would not touch marriage, love, or have children.
Gong Mingyeâs expression was cold as he stared at her expressionlessly. âIf Iâm not your husband, what am I?â
âWell, weâll get a divorce in two yearsâ¦â
Gu Wanâan tugged the corner of her mouth lightly in embarrassment.
The more she heard, the stranger it sounded. It sounded like he wanted to have children with her.
This thought flashed across her mind and she was instantly shaken.
It felt terrifying.