Chapter 1092 - Encounter (2)

Fu Qinglun carried Little Lemon and walked calmly towards the luxurious car.

“Wait!” At this moment, Little Lemon hugged her Daddy’s neck and yelled. “Daddy, from today onwards, I’m going to Teacher Lin’s house to learn music everyday!”

Fu Qinglun stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at Lin Shiyu. “Is that so?”

“...”

Lin Shiyu regretted her offer immensely. Just now, she had not known that Little Lemon was his daughter.

“Little Lemon’s Daddy, if it’s not convenient, you can find Little Lemon a new teacher,” Lin Shiyu said diplomatically.

Upon hearing these words, Fu Qinglun pursed his thin lips. “Teacher Lin, you don’t want to teach me music anymore? You don’t like Little Lemon?”

As Little Lemon looked at Lin Shiyu, she pouted her little pink mouth, as though she would cry in the next second.

Lin Shiyu felt a stab of pain in her heart and she promptly shook her head. “Little Lemon, it’s not like this. Teacher Lin likes you very much. It’s just that...”

Lin Shiyu looked at Fu Qinglun.

Fu Qinglun said, “It’s convenient for me.”

“...”

“Yay! That’s great! I want to go to Teacher Lin’s house to learn today!” Little Lemon said while clapping her hands.

“...”

Lin Shiyu smiled tenderly at Little Lemon and secretly glared at Fu Qinglun. In response, Fu Qinglun only arched his good-looking brows. He appeared to be in a good mood.

“Miss Lin, school has finished and the weather is getting colder now. Let’s bring Little Shushu home.” At this moment, Auntie Su pushed the stroller over.

“Little Brother! My Little Brother!”

Little Lemon immediately wriggled herself out from Fu Qinglun’s arms and ran over. She looked at Little Shushu in the stroller and her eyes sparkled with joy and excitement. Little Shushu was also looking at his elder sister and suddenly he opened his little mouth and chortled.

This pair of siblings were bound together with an exceptionally strong tie.

They liked each other from their first encounter.

Lin Shiyu was a little surprised. Little Shushu was a quiet and calm little baby and he had never let out a chortle at Mama before, but he was now giggle away at Little Lemon.

The scene of Little Lemon bowing her head to look at Little Shushu under the setting sun was deeply etched in her mind and her heart felt full.

“Teacher Lin, sit in my Daddy’s car. My Daddy can take me to your house to learn music.” Little Lemon suggested.

This...

Lin Shiyu rejected the offer. “Little Lemon, thank you for your offer but Teacher Lin can take a taxi. Your Daddy can drive you to XX Apartment.”

“But...” Little Lemon wanted to speak further.

“Auntie Su, let’s go.”

“Alright, Miss Lin.”

Lin Shiyu left with Auntie Su pushing the stroller along.

...

At the roadside, Lin Shiyu bent down to play with Little Shushu while Auntie Su stood by the road to flag a taxi. But it was a school zone and it was difficult to flag for a taxi.

“Miss Lin, I don’t think we can flag for a taxi here. Let’s take Little Lemon’s Daddy’s car to go home? Look, Little Lemon’s Daddy’s car is still there,” Auntie Su said.

Straightening herself up, Lin Shiyu followed the direction of Auntie Su’s gaze. The limited edition Maybach was still parked opposite the road. The car window rolled down and Fu Qinglun was leaning against the backseat with his hand outside the window. His gaze was riveted on her.

His gaze was a little smoldering.

What was he thinking with that look of his?

Lin Shiyu furrowed her pretty brows. She would never forget that he had forced kisses on her twice half a year ago. He seemed to be very interested in her. It was also because of this reason that she refused to get into his car.

But now he had parked the car opposite and was staring at her so brazenly.

At this moment, the Maybach drove over and stopped in front of her. “Get in.”

As Little Lemon and Auntie Su were there, Lin Shiyu held her tongue back. Was he looking for an affair despite being married already?

She, Lin Shiyu, would never become a mistress.

Little Lemon straightened her back and her almond-shaped eyes landed on his handsome face. “Little Lemon’s Daddy, I won’t get into the car. I’m worried your wife will misunderstand if she knows about it.”

She emphasized on the word ‘wife’.

Fu Qinglun promptly smiled. “I don’t have a wife.”

What?

Lin Shiyu was shocked.

“My wife has forgotten about me and run away.” Fu Qinglun added.

“...”

What did he mean?

Was he saying his wife had run away with another man?

Lin Shiyu’s eyes revealed a tinge of sympathy. So he was made a cuckold.

Then he was quite pitiful.

“Teacher Lin, quick, quick, get into the car.” At this moment, Little Lemon interjected.

It was difficult to flag a cab here, so Lin Shiyu did not insist further. “Little Lemon’s Daddy, I’ll have to trouble you then.”

...

The Maybach sped along the road.

Lin Shiyu sat at the backseat and held Little Shushu, who was already asleep. Little Lemon said in a hushed voice, “Teacher Lin, may I kiss Little Brother?”

“Of course you may.”

Little Lemon promptly lunged forward and kissed Little Shushu’s face.

At this moment, Little Shushu cocked his little head and started to nuzzle against Lin Shiyu’s chest.

“Miss Lin, is Little Shushu hungry? You should nurse Little Shushu.”

Nurse...

Lin Shiyu looked up and met Fu Qinglun’s eyes in the rear view mirror.

It was deafeningly quiet in the car.

Lin Shiyu averted her gaze in discomfort. “Little Shushu, tolerate for a while longer. We are reaching home soon.”

Upon saying these words, the car suddenly stopped.

The anxious Lin Shiyu was speechless.

Was he doing it intentionally?

“Little Lemon’s Daddy, why aren’t you driving?” Lin Shiyu asked.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Fu Qinglun placed one hand on the steering wheel. He leaned backwards and turned his head around to look at Lin Shiyu in the backseat. “Red light.”

Lin Shiyu peered through the window and saw that it really was a red light.

“What are you thinking of? The man gave a low laugh.

“...”

At this moment, Fu Qinglun’s gaze slid downwards to Little Shushu. He stretched his long fingers out and tickled Little Shushu’s chin.

Lin Shiyu looked at his clean and fair hand. His fingers were long and his muscular wrist was encased in the sleeve with an expensive watch strapped on it. He was the picture of charm and affluence.

What nice hands he had. He really has the hands of a pianist.

But in the next second, blood rushed to her head. He was actually playing with her son. In an adult’s world, he had crossed the boundaries of appropriateness.

Fu Qinglun did not retract his hand and he smiled. “Little Shushu, your Mommy won’t let you drink milk.”