The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

Wen Shan peeled the prawns, dipping them in the sauce and eating them heartily. Nalan Chunbo’s cooking skills were impressive, even this simple dish of poached prawns was delicious.

Since she was so engrossed in eating, Wen Shan did not realize the change in Nalan Chunbo’s gaze.

Nalan Chunbo got tired of glaring at her after a while. That girl had not even spared him a glance.

He shook his head helplessly and continued cooking. “If Gu Juexi recruited Ding Junqi, you will be seeing him a lot in the future.”

“Then how should I go about it? Just go up to him and say ‘Bro, how come your son looks so similar to me? When did I bear a son for you?'” Wen Shan gestured wildly then scowled, feeling the whole thing sounded absurd.

Nalan Chunbo burst out laughing at her acting. Why was his girl so adorable?

“Just thinking about it is ridiculous,” Wen Shan grumbled, her mouth full.

Nalan Chunbo just let her continue eating. He was about to say something but his phone on the table suddenly rang. Nalan Chunbo gestured for Wen Shan to answer the call.

Wen Shan ran out to grab some tissues to wipe her hands, then ran back and took the phone. An unfamiliar number appeared on the screen. Wen Shan ran back into the kitchen. “Not one of your contacts.”

Nalan Chunbo was marinating chicken wings, so he gestured for Wen Shan to answer it.

Wen Shan blinked in disbelief. She was allowed to answer Nalan Chunbo’s phone?

A lot of couples broke up because they one went through the other’s phone. The fact that he allowed her to see his phone meant he trusted her a lot.

Wen Shan was secretly delighted. She carefully answered the call.

“Hello–”

“Mr. Nalan, I am the stylist Mu Qi.”

They both spoke at the same time, then went silent.

Finally, the person on the other end of the line spoke. “Wen Shan, are you with Mr. Nalan now?”

Wen Shan rolled her eyes and gave the phone to Nalan Chunbo. “It’s for you.”

“I’m busy. Ask her what it is about.” Nalan Chunbo obviously did not intend to take the call. He decided to leave it to Wen Shan to deal with.

Wen Shan raised her brows. “Stylist Mu, the shooting has not started yet and the script has not been finalized, so is there any need for interaction between the both of you?”

“Wen Shan, this is my job. Even if you are prejudiced against me, you shouldn’t mix personal affairs with work right?” Mu Qi exclaimed, unsatisfied.

“If you put it that way, I can only concede. Is there anything else? If not, please do not disturb us outside of working hours, okay?”

Wen Shan did not care about Mu Qi. She was happy and that was all that mattered.

Nalan Chunbo stared as Wen Shan ended the call. He imitated Wen Shan and raised his brows as well. “Your old friend?”

Wen Shan placed the phone in her pocket and let out a weary sigh. “This time, she is without a doubt angered to death. Just you wait and see, she will definitely come to you and say ‘Mr. Nalan, I am Wen Shan’s friend from university. We were good friends back then, bla bla bla—'”

Nalan Chunbo looked at Wen Shan trying to imitate Mu Qi and rolled his eyes. Finally, he couldn’t resist and burst out laughing. After he had washed his hands and dried them, he caressed her head. “I think there’s only Le Tian that is really close to you. I do not know the others.”